Being a passionate cricket fan of the good old version and not the IPL wham bam types, I sat down to watch the Irani Trophy match between Rest of India and Delhi live on TV (not before inviting the wrath and cold looks from the missus) over the weekend.
Watching our cricketers in the so called ‘whites’ during even a domestic tournament like Irani Trophy stumped me. A close look at one of them, showed the who’s who of the corporate world strategically embossed, painted, stitched all over the body, except you know where. There were days when the likes of Gavaskars, Amarnaths and Kapil Devs would walk in for a tournament as trivial as the Buchi Babu Trophy in pristine whites and mind you, when they were representing only their employers and not even the country.
Cricket is probably the only sport that has inspired some high quality poetry & prose over the years and to think that people like Sir Neville Cardus wrote on Cricket and Classical Music is itself a testimony to the grace and charm associated with the game, the players, the attire and the rules of the game.
Moving on from Cricket to Boxing. We are masters at deifying sportsperson in India, the ‘Ring to the Ramp’ was the mantra last week for our bronze medallist boxer, Vijender Singh who was seen walking the ramp and strutting his stuff to the tunes of Singh is King and later went on to address the media and talk about everything but boxing. Im sure this is the last we have heard of this guy. It’s not his fault, it has been our undoing. When such a heady mix of celebrity status is thrust on a young mind and shoulders it’s more difficult to stay balanced than a rain of left hooks, counter punches and jabs…
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