Twenty years on.

 This morning I chanced upon Siddhartha Vaidyanathan's this excellent piece on Twitter. He writes

Twenty years down the road, you might not remember all the details from this Test. What is likely to remain are vivid memories of time, place, and feeling. Where you watched this final day, at what time of the day or night, with whom. Maybe your phone buzzed with texts and notifications in the climactic stages. Maybe you slept through an entire session.

The man is a genius. He happens to be one of my favorite sportswriters. I haven't read anyone who can effortlessly capture every emotion that one would experience while watching a cricket match.

The final session of the Gabba test that ended on 19th Jan 2021 was truly epic! I have always been a fan of test cricket and T20 hasn't managed to allure me away from it. And I have been eagerly looking forward to this series down under and like everyone I was really apprehensive of India's chances.

Given that I was now in London, there was a challenge with the telecast time. The match telecast started at 11:30pm and ended at 7am! Luckily due to the lockdown caused by the pandemic, my sleep pattern was completely screwed and I didn't have much trouble staying up late and following the entire series. 

Cricket is a team sport! One fares well at it only if you are part of a good team( either as a player or a fan)! So on that final day (a really freezing morning in London) at around 6:45am, when India was 265/5, I messaged my college WhatsApp group asking if anyone was following the match. I got an immediate response from Deepak and Saravana; with Sapta joining a while later. What followed was a rollercoaster ride of emotions.

Frustration on Mayank throwing away his wicket. Delight at Pant's strokes. Awe at Washington Sundar's two fantastic hits of Cummins. A sigh when Sundar got out. Trepidation when Shardul Thakur fell. Sheer elation when Pant finally scored the winning runs (I did a Ganguly dance early in the morning)! The #Gabbatoir had been breached! All of these emotions were experienced during several texts that we exchanged in the group in a matter of 15-30 minutes!

SidVee in his article compares the just concluded Brisbane test to the Chennai test of 2001. Surprisingly, I had felt the same as well. I did say this to my friends on the chat.  Readers of this blog will know that I have already documented how my friends and I missed the birth of the Draxman legend. But would you believe it if I told you that we weren't fortunate enough to follow the 2001 Chennai test as well?

It so happened that on the final day of the test match, We were forced to remain in college well beyond the stipulated hours as we had to get our Analytical Chemistry records certified by our Professor. Our Professor had decided to take his NSS cadets to a camp and was expected to return only around 3pm that day. It was really frustrating! We however managed to find a guy who was following the scores on his car radio, and there we sat intently listening to the commentary. Every second of that see-saw battle in the final session was torture. The occasional Hindi commentary on the radio was comical (Thankfully we didn't have to put up with Manjrekar)! But, we all experienced the same rollercoaster of emotions during that final session of play! 

Twenty years have passed from Chennai to Brisbane. TWENTY YEARS! In these 2 decades, a lot has changed in our lives. We don't meet each other that often. We hardly see each other in person. Saravana and I live in the same city(worked in the same part of the city) but we haven't met each other for over 3 years now! We all have had our ups and downs in our lives. many of us are still learning and thinking about what to do with it! But I am really glad that one thing hasn't, the collective joy of watching a test match together!!

I am sure 20 years from today when all of us are close to retirement (or already retired) we will continue to enjoy cricket and test matches as we did on that day in Chennai!

Its not over until its over!

Not often do you learn quite a few lessons from a Cricket match! However, yesterday's match was an encyclopedia by itself. There are numerous learnings from the match that can be really helpful when applied in real life. The following were some of my learnings from yesterday's match.

• Never underestimate an opponent(Never underestimate a task): It was quite evident from pre-match press conference, few players(commentators and fans) underestimated Bangladesh as an opponent. They didn't dismiss them completely; but didn't consider them as a serious opponent. This was quite understandable, having defeated Bangladesh so comfortably in Asia cup and never having lost to them(yet) in a Twenty20 game. 

• To err is human: Jaspreet Bumrah misfielded the very first ball of the Bangladesh innings and the ball crossed the boundary. He then dropped a sitter and conceded 16 runs in his 2nd over. It's natural for anyone to err. But continuing to cry over spilled milk won't help us recover from it.

• Support groups help you in recovery from failure: Friends/Family/Team form an excellent support group and they can help you recover from any failure. The way the entire team rallied and supported Bumrah helped him recover remarkably quick and bowl those two excellent overs at the death.

• Never lose site of the target/Don't ever be complacent: Bangladesh were completely in control of the match till 19.3 overs. Two successive fours had brought them completely within reach. All they had to do was score two simple singles. But they started to celebrate prematurely after they scored the second four and thought they had already won the match.

• Don't be careless, but don't be too careful either: Dhoni's decision of bowling out his main bowlers before the 20th over was really praiseworthy! This decision could have easily gone against him and he would have been roasted over coals for that. But he stuck to his strength. He knew his strike bowlers would get him the wickets and then he can stretch the match very late.

• Never give up: It's not over until it's over. His cheeky stumping of Shabbir, his brilliant field placements, his presence of mind to remove the glove and attack the stumps after the last ball of the match are all laudable(The legend of MS Dhoni continues to grow)!!

• It's ok to let out steam every once in a while: The ever so calm Dhoni lost his cool (rightly) against a journo (NDTV?) who was asking stupid questions in the post match press conference. This clearly shows that Modi is human as well and such rare occurrences of letting out his anger can help him in the long run! 

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

Over the course of my career spanning 20 years, I have had to endure a number of injuries. Among these, two stand out. On 13th March 1996, I was in Class X, preparing for AISSE Social Science exam, which I had to write the next day while India was playing Sri Lanka at Eden Gardens in 1996 World Cup semi-finals. Things were going exactly as planned, our bowlers got the SL openers early and their team was restricted to a gettable total. One moment Sachin was toying around with the SL bowling and then next moment everything came crashing down!
People say that Kambli cried that night. I didn't see him do so, How could I? when I was in tears as well! Tears make you blind. I stopped studying and retired to bed early. But I couldn't sleep. The exam that I was to write the next day was seldom in my thought. My irrational mind came to a rational decision that night, "to mark out Jayasuriya as the *fall guy* for India's loss!" That was my first major injury. From that day, I hated Jayasuriya and hated the team he played for. Such ferocious was this hatred against him that I failed to appreciate/see the other good players in the SL team. Hate too makes you blind. So when my friends discussed the brilliance of Sangakkara's batting. I had nothing to offer. I would either shrug and change the subject or just nod along deaf to what was being discussed. Over time, India managed to get better of SL and was beating them more frequently, but my scar had not healed. Every time I saw Jayasuriya bat, the scar re-opened and this continued until Jayasuriya retired from International cricket!

Digital satellite television started to become popular in India in late 2006 and early 2007. I was one of the earliest adopters of this technology at home. I did this mainly because I wanted to enjoy the 2007 world cup. There were quite a few advertisements on watching 2007 WC matches ad-free and with multiple cameras on TataSky and I just couldn't resist the temptation. That brings us to the second injury. On 17th March 2007, India played Bangladesh in their first match of 2007 world cup. I wouldn't bother to recollect or narrate what happened that day. They are painful. This time though my rational mind couldn't come up with any irrational choice as the "fall guy"!
My retirement from active fandom coincided with Rahul Dravid's retirement from International Cricket. People say that taking your mind out of something will definitely help you in overcoming pain. But that really didn't work in my case. I actively followed football for some time, but this pain from the second scar showed no signs of receding.
My *second coming* to active cricket fandom happened thanks to my son. He literally forced to me follow cricket in 2015 and now during the just-concluded Asia Cup. Watching India play Bangladesh, the old scars were re-opened. Seeing Dhoni strike those massive sixes in the penultimate over and demolishing Bangladesh and winning the Asia Cup for the record 6th time, I thought I would finally see closure on the second injury. Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.......

Bye Zak - Thanks for those yorkers!!

Being an Indian cricket fan in the 90s was a really frustrating experience. There were problems aplenty

1. Sachin was our solution to all of India's batting woes (occasionally bowling as well). Dravid and Ganguly did chip in later on this front.
2. Our best spinner hardly turned the ball, while our biggest turner of the ball hardly took any wickets!
3. Azzu bhai was probably our only best ground fielder, but reflecting now I can't be sure how much of that was genuine!
4. However, the most frustrating part was that we lacked a genuine pace bowler! 

Yes, Kapil was great, but in the 90s, he was already past his prime. Srinath had to endure tremendous pressure for too long, and his strictly vegetarian diet wasn't good enough to york batsmen out! It still embarrasses me to state that we opened the bowling with Venkatesh Prasad. Yes, his slow ball was good, but when you bowl six of them in one over, batsman won't take too long handle it! Then we had bowlers like Dodda Ganesh, Debashish Mohanty, Ajit Agarkar etc. They were all erratic, more like someone attacking with a spray gun and hoping at least one hits the mark! Indian pace bowling was subject of a standing joke in cricket commentary involving Pakistani commentators. You could hear Ramiz Raja, Zaheer Abbas, Imran Khan frequently stating on live TV that Indian pace bowling unit is a joke and all I could do at these times was to hang my head in shame!

Then one rainy afternoon in October, things changed. India was playing Australia in ICC Knockout quarterfinal. Srinath was out of the tournament with an injury and India opened the bowling with a rookie left-arm pace bowler Zaheer Khan. Australia was chasing 265 and was well within reach of the target with Steve *Iceman* Waugh and Damien Martyn at the crease. Zaheer produced a brilliant yorker to dismiss Waugh! I was pleasantly surprised to see that. I can still visualize the ball. A yorker by an Indian seamer!! This was unheard of!! At first, I thought that was a fluke! And then he did it again and again in the same match (wasn't successful, but at least they were genuine yorkers). I was suddenly elated. India had finally found a bowler who could york and york at will!

Things then started to get better. *Reverse Swing* was a word that you generally associated with Pakistani bowlers, in the 2000s this word was frequently associated with Zak!! All Pakistani commentators now started to compare Zak's reverse swing with those of the Pakistani bowlers. Zak then started to develop his own bunnies!! Mind you, he had many! Haydo, Graeme Smith, Sangakarra etc. Whenever these batsmen were at the crease, India always brought in Zak and he almost always took their wicket!! I suddenly started to feel an inch taller and walked with a spring in my step!

You could now almost always state India's chances in a game, by looking at Zak's rhythm. In the final of 2003 WC, you knew from the very first Zak over, that something was wrong and India was in for a difficult time, similarly, in 2011 WC quarter-final, you knew that Zak was still in his rhythm so India was still in the game! He was probably India's best aggressive fast bowler, whose aggression matched his bowling skills and I can never forget those yorkers! All of those balls are still etched in my memory, they were all poetry in motion!

Reason or romance

During my school run this morning, I was listening to a program on the radio. A lot of callers to the RJ were complaining on the decision of Indian Cricket Selectors to leave out Yuvraj Singh from the 15 players selected for the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 to be held in Australia - New zealand from Feb 2015. I was like, "Hey, be reasonable guys, he wasn't even in the 30 probable list. How then can he be selected in the 15?".

Now wait a minute! Reasonable? That word seems pretty rich coming from me! As you all know, I have always been (will continue to be a Dravid fan). I do acknowledge (grudgingly!) that Dravid's ODI career spanned in a parallel universe to that of his test career. But even I would have been disappointed if Dravid hadn't made the cut to a World Cup squad! But again, this blog isn't about Dravid, its about Yuvraj!

I have been following cricket seriously since early nineties and I can't remember many good left-handers to have played for India. All I can remember of Kambli was him crying during the 1996 WC semi-finals. Then came along Ganguly. He was elegance personified on the off-side. As Dravid so eloquently put it "On the offside,first we have God, and then Saurav Ganguly". If one had to complete that sentence, it would read "On the offside, first we have God and then Saurav Ganguly, while on the leg-side we have every tom, dick and harry and then we have Ganguly!!"

Mind you! Ganguly was excellent player against leg-spinners and left arm spinners. Can anyone of you forget him dancing down the track and carting Grant Flower over the roof in Sharjah. He did it quite too often that Tony Greig even called that part Sharjah's roof as Ganguly's roof!!  But power is not something that you associate with Ganguly. But his batting against pace didn't inspire confidence, that you would associate with most southpaws.

In late 2000, Ganguly captained a fresh team for ICC Knockout Trophy that was held in South Africa. The Indian team was still recovering from the abyss of the match fixing and they huffed and puffed their way into quarter-finals against Australia. It was one rainy afternoon in Chennai. I was in a cheap electronics shop at Ritchie Street, Chennai taking the help of my friends in assembling my first PC and we were also following the match in an old B&W TV present in the shop. There were many memorable moments in that match.  But the two that standout are:

• 18 year old Yuvi playing in his 2nd match of his career, facing a battery of pace bowlers showed what real power was! He was slamming McGrath, Lee and Gillespie all over the park. The raw power in his strokes was quite evident. Finally, we had a southpaw who could play pace bowling really well. 
• India also managed to find a pace bowler who could actually bowl yorkers in the death overs! Zaheer Khan's yorker to dismiss Steve Waugh was one such delivery!

And then in one summer evening at Lords. The 2002 Natwest Trophy final(The match that Ganguly taught us how to celebrate in style)! India were 150/5 chasing England's 325. All recognized batsman had failed. I can recollect vividly all those brutal shots of Yuvi and Kaif. Yuvi fell to a mis-timed pull shot in that match after ensuring India were well within the reach of the target. I still remember Harsha Bhogle saying at that time "this is the problem with fairy tale finishes....", but that innings again proved that Yuvi was a match-winner.

Forward to 2007, the World Twenty20 championship. India vs England quarter-final. The brutal onslaught unleashed by Yuvi will surely haunt Stuart Broad his entire lifetime. I am pretty sure he wakes up in cold sweat every now and then remembering that pasting!

Forward to 2011, the man was back in action. His performance especially against Australia again in the quarter-finals was brilliant. What followed was history. He was played the series of his dreams. He actually lived the dream in that series.

Lets face it, each of his fairy tale performances were school boy cricketer dreams! How many of us have wished for similar baptism by fire debut, a stellar performance when the chips were down that helps the team win the cup, the sensational innings in the shortest version of the game and finally achieving glory at World Cup. Hell, I would break two legs and a hand to live that dream!

For quite often Yuvi was the very the reason for his fans to romance, you can't fault them this once to romance without a reason! His fans must be happy that his fairy tale ended on a high. They need not be disappointed on him not making to the team this time around and take pride from the fact that fairy tale was great while it lasted.

This day, those memories

Pakistan required 4 of the last ball.  The audience (both at the stands and at home) on the edge of their seats! Most Indians were confident of an Indian victory (why not? This was 25 years before Twenty-20, and to score a boundary of the last ball of a match was unheard of!).

You know what happened next! Chetan Sharma bowls a lolly full toss, which Javed Miandad tonks over mid-wicket for a six. Javed Miandad dances like a mad-man back to the pavilion. The crowds are ecstatic. Pakistan has won the Sharjah Cup again, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!

The camera zooms to Chetan Sharma's dejected face! Almost every Indian (me included) cursed Chetan Sharma that day! How idiotic can the bowler be? I mean he could have bowled anything but full toss!! Hell, he could have even rolled the ball over!

Forward to the winter of 1997. KV Minambakkam school grounds. A cricket match between Class XII vs Class X. The seniors' batted first put on a decent score.

The juniors started their innings cautiously. Jaggi took the first wicket. Junior's main batsman Karthik was out cheaply.

The senior team captain handed over the ball to me for my spell. I took two wickets in two balls in the first over, and suddenly the task was uphill for the Juniors, but they fought on doggedly.

Sapta and Ramji rushed through few quick overs and tookfew wickets as well. It was a close contest.

12 required of the last over. I was required to bowl the last over. Manish was on strike.

He swung and missed the first two balls. 12 required of 4.

Manish flicked the next ball to mid-on and snatched a 2. 10 required of 3.

A single denied of the next ball, 10 required of 2. We were confident of victory now.

Manish edged past the third man to score a four off the penultimate ball of the match. 6 required of 1.

As I ran in to deliver the final ball of the match, I told myself, whatever I do, I won't bowl a full toss!

However the moment I release the ball, I know it was done for. The ball was full and Manish tonked it over long on for six!!!

17 years have passed since then. But to this day, whenever there is a close encounter (in a life or a game), I see the image of Manish Biswas carting my ball over long-on!!

It's after-all a game you say! Well someone please tell that to my heart!!!

Dear Chetan Sharma, 

Never did I realize, that one day, I would empathize with you. I understand that you never meant it to be a full toss. Things just happen and you don't have control over them! And it takes an eternity to make peace with such mistakes!

Could you please help me, how did you get over it (if you really did)??

Draxman Saga

13 summers ago, on this very day, My friends and I decided to bunk college and go to a movie, a decision which I have regretted till this date! Why you ask? Well, it was on that day, a partnership in cricketing parlance, known as Draxman union began. The Draxman Saga (Dravid - Laxman) is something that cricket lovers of my generation (30ish something) will recall with fond memories.

For those who came in late, back in 2001, the Indian team wasn't world beaters (Well they aren't so even now, but at least they weren't as consistent as they are now!). The Indian team had got their worst pasting in Australia back in '99, then came the match-fixing controversy. The public had lost confidence in the team. A new Captain was at the helm and the team was picking one broken stick at a time.

Meanwhile, the Australian team was on a roll. The juggernaut had won 16 tests in a row. And just a week back, they had steam-rolled India at Wankhede in under 3 days! The Aussies had already started their mental disintegration tactics. Michael Slater continued to sledge Dravid at Wankhede.

Eden Gardens wasn't a lucky ground for India as well and but surprisingly India managed to restrict Australia to under 300 for around 8 wickets on day one. But then Captain "Ice Man" managed to get Australia beyond 400 on day 2, while India was reduced to 128/8.

On day-3 India was asked to follow-on, we were able to witness the magician Laxman at work. He did score a century. But like all Indian cricket fans at that time, we thought the innings was just a flash in the pan, and the floodgates of wickets would with the fall of just one more wicket. On day 4, my friends and I wanted to save ourselves from another heartburn, hence decided to bunk college and go to a movie (For the record the movie was *Minnale*, which became a cult classic in its own right, and continues to remain even today, one of the favorites of many my generation).

While returning home from the movie, I avoided discussing the match with others. Only after I returned home was I aware of what I had missed. I regretted that decision so badly, that I decided to bunk college again the very next day in order to catch the action on day 5. Not that I was confident that India will win, I was only hoping to watch more of the Draxman partnership.

What happened on day-5 is history. You don't need me to say what happened, you can read that on Cricinfo. The Indian coach in his book "Indian Summers" calls this innings as the biggest comeback since Lazarus. Well, I don't know what he means by that, neither do I know who was Lazarus. But that one innings was the turning point in Indian cricket.

An average Indian fan was always a "die-hard". He/She would have continued to support the team, come what may. But that one inning gave the average Indian fan confidence to trust the team to bounce back even when the chips were down!