Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What it means to me to be up at 3 am on a week night..


Its only a few more hours and then the Indian Cricket Team plays one of their biggest matches

in their and our whole life. Its not as if we havent met Pakistan before. Of course we have. Its

not as if after this match PCB and BCCI will stop sending teams to tournamanets.  But me and

my friends are part of that generation that did not understand cricket in 87, was only

fascinated by colours and Jonty Rhodes in 92.. and cried desperately in Kolkata in 96. We have

then cursed Agarkar along with poor Zimbabwe in 1999. Some of us even believed that we had

the cup .....................  even after the first inningsin the final..... in 2003... and we were quickly

kicked back to reality by Ponting's men..and then by Greg Chappel in 2007.

So when people like Gavaskar and Shrikanth and others talks about 83 in front of us.. we nod

our heads and open our mouths in pride. We try to look back at youtube videos of that fated

final, Kapil's tremendous catch. Roger Binny's extreme performance. I even had a

memorabilia of 1983 world cup that describes all the matches with lots of pictures which I

used to bring out everytime India played their knock out matches in a world cup.. I dont know

who in my family bought it.... its tough to spot the hidden fans.... the same way.. LOOOOT of

people dont know how much i and we Indians as a country and us... as a generation .... love

this game.. Really... the Tony Craigs and the Nasser Hussains, The Boycotts and the

Benauds... there is so much you do not know.

Coming back to the game in hand... sure I have watched some amazing India Pak matches.

And trust me, if someone told me it has never been this big... then what was the T-20 Final my

dear a few years back ? Have you forgotten the U-21 World Cup?? But then why is this so much

special (... at least for me and if I can understand the feelings of a handful 20 other friends from

my generation)  ???

Its not going to be the same as it was earlier.. I would still wake up at 4. But thats not because

the match is in Brisbane or Perth.   Ironically the match is at Mohali.. not to far from the JCR

where I WOULD go to watch the matches played at Brisbane and Perth..... and of course its not

going to be the same. I wont wake up a sleeping guard to open the common room for me.The

one room in the entire college that has the television and therefore the one room that would

suddenly accumulate at least 50 individuals..in the span of 5 minutes from different parts of

the college.. all sleepy eyed... straight out of bed.. some planning to go back to bed after the

day's play.. only to watch India win their first series victory against Austrailia..  Instead I would

be watching the game on my laptop. There is the possibility of going to watch it with a

thousand other undergraduates... both from India and Pakistan at the Mech Eng student

lounge here at Cornell. Ill probably pass that.. till the final. If India does make it to the finall.. ill

be there.

And yet.. this is not my story. As I said, this is the story of at least 30  (and DEFINITELY MANY

MANY MORE...)different people.. watching the game at different parts of the USA... waking up

at 2,3,4 am.. only to watch the boys in blue do what they are always expected to do.... smash a

thousand runs and then get the opposition out in exactly 10 balls. thats it. job done. we can

work now. for otherwise everything's a standstill. And it cant be the other way. Even if its

faster. Even if we can get them out in 10 balls we dont want to do that first.. For then we cant

watch our Gods bat.... and thats the fun in it after all ?

Sure we have some good bowlers.. but really ... we were always known for the short little

geniuses mainly from Bombay or Delhi... or sometimes the healthy allrounders from Haryana..

and once in a while a classy southpaw from the east..but thats about it..

Nevermind the geeky Bangalorean who left a software job to actually take all ten wickets in

the same match..it was against Pakistan wasnt it? Nevermind the near crazy Sikh who when

playing against the same goes berserk in every way.....

And yet... its not their story too. This is the story of my 300 other friends who I know are

watching the game in the same time zone..back home.. IN INDIA....updating their facebook

status as I do.with select exletives.. after every wrong decision by the Indian captain or the

umpire or the exceptionally (un)fortunate player from the opposition who dared to stop the

march towards victory.. virtually anyone who dare conspire against this juggernaut .. that we

know ... Indian Cricket fanaticism.

And just then do we realise that its a story of one of those little geniuses from Mumbai.. who

may not play another world cup.. and although known as THE BEST player that ever played the

game for the last few decades... would try his best to use this last chance ...

Its also a story of a coach who found a team in tatters.... and made some really hard decisions

to keep players out who on hindsight did not belong in this team.  Personally however it is not

a story of the captain.. at least not this tournament unless he does something special for the

remaining two games..

So... here we are.. back again 4 years after a shameful exit in the group stages being knocked

out by Bangladesh .. trying to claim the spot that we have been eyeing for sometime and a spot

that we did deserve at least at the beginning of the tournament (before Pakistand and Srilanka

 dazzled us) and its going to be big.

Personally I hope this game is as close as the India-Austrailia game.. but witha  similar result. I

dont think by beating Pakistan we will gain political superiority or the right to diss their

cricket tournaments or any other leverage except for the one that we play for. A place in the

final.

The performance of the Indian team in ICC ODI World Cup has been very similar to the

stereotypical lives of people from my generation....Quite similar to the notion of getting away

watching a late night movie we were all to happy to reach the semifinal in 1996.. and suddenly

out of nowhere before we understood we were out of the game.. and with only tears to show

we realised we had missed the climax.. and had to go back to studying.  We were too happy

destroying Sri-Lanka that we did not know how to beat Zimbabwe in 1999 .. something I would

compare to my own situation of solving complicated algebra equations with ease and yet

losing important points in my tenth boards for a minor addition mistake...Reaching

adolescence... we reached the final with the efforts of a leader as temperamental as

ourselves...  only to be taught a hard lesson by life. And since then it has only been downhill

until after college we realised to walk on our feet.. to be adults.. and here we are knocking at

the doors of another world cup final.....

Pakistan other than being our arch enemy can also be compared to a middle class' arch

enemy - expectations.. and it is this battle that those 11 men in blue will be up against

tomorrow.. and lets hope they win...
For if they do.... it will be a day to remember. Not for me but for my entire

generation.....except.. there will be still one more game to play...

Ill be back then....


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