Cricket and Me
I was never been a sportsperson. The
only time I played cricket was when a team had absolutely no choice but to make
me the eleventh man, and I batted last in a match we miraculously won. But my association with cricket was quite
strong due to my eldest cousin who was a role model to me.
Mumtaz Hussain, left arm spinner,
handsome, charming and brilliant in his studies, captained our school team and
started playing for the Hyderabad Ranji Trophy team when he was barely 17. I would follow him to the grounds and watch
mesmerized when the likes of Pataudi, Jaisimha and Abid Ali spoke endearingly
and encouragingly to him. He was the
“chhotu” of the team, but to me he was ten feet tall.
Along with him I watched in admiration
the players who excelled, played to their full capacity, and made us proud of
them. We applauded our school team, our
Club team, our state team, the South Zone team, and of course the Indian team –
which played the rare Test matches which were occasions looked forward to
months in advance. The newspapers were
our only source of information, and during the matches, the commentators, and
the “expert” commentators kept us glued to our radio sets. We celebrated when our state or national team
won, we felt sad when they lost, but we never equated match victory to the
capability of the players – they continued to remain our heroes.
Our cricketers did not get any national
awards or cash prizes. They mostly
commuted on two-wheelers, sometimes borrowed ones. Between matches they worked in banks or
government departments. They were
thrilled giving autographs, and celebrations meant going to the nearby darshini
for a dosa or indulge in a biryani in an ordinary restaurant. Many of them,
like Mumtaz faded away when they could no longer play, and were happy being
ordinary citizens regaling their grandchildren about their “good old days.”
Days went by, and cricket changed. Today
players are ‘bought’, they are ‘auctioned’ and they play for whichever ‘owner’
pays them most. They earn in crores in the normal course, and more than that if
they are into match-fixing. Huge amounts
are gambled in every match. Many people watch cricket on TV more to ogle at the
attractive cheer-leaders than to admire the players. Politicians get deeply
involved in cricket bodies, courts are made to spend valuable judicial time
adjudicating scandals. Top cricketers get more honors and adulation than the
most courageous military men or the ceaselessly toiling social workers.
Though cricket has a unique charm which
is so different from other sports, and there are such thrilling and
unpredictable moments in the game, what is happening outside the field has
saddened me. I wonder at all the
stalwarts like my cousin who sacrificed their entire lives for the game (he
worked as a Head Clerk in the bank till his untimely death, a benefit match in
his honor got him the fabulous sum of 14,000 rupees). It was called a
‘gentlemen’s game’, which sounds like a joke when I see the behavior of today’s
players. However much I cherish and am
nostalgic about the game, I somehow cannot bring myself to overlook its
degeneration, so I change the channel and watch comedy serials.
29th
January 2018
