The true Gentleman of his time |
Those were the times when Ajay Jadeja was considered to be the eyecandy of the Indian team so stylish his shots that comes quite naturally to him, not even those staggeringly required run-rates bothered him, Sachin was praised for his sheer brilliance with bat, Azharuddin for his flamboyance with bat, those flicks with immaculate timing and the way he simply outdoes the oppn is considered as bliss. Sourav's arrogance and heart throbbing hooks off the leading bowlers of his days and his ability to piss off his opponents even after caving in to those rib-cage breaking bounces that goes inside to trouble him.
Always feeling disappointed and learning |
There came a man so calm and so perfection personified. It was pretty awful to watch him during the titan and singer cups during his earlier days. and he was surely not happy with himself for not having to rise to the occassion. The emotions were quite palpable. Not much of those maddenning maniacs the Indian fans would've spared him even before bed for ruining their day.
That was a time when the game was in total turmoil the whole country was shell shocked and shattered to hear the game they held so close all these years is orchestrated. They were so disheartened to see their gods have let them down.The game was hit an all time low marred by the scandals and What followed was total chaos.But amid all these there rose a man so silently, so mentaly at peace, never feared to focus on the task at hand how unsurmountable the situation may be. Most of his counterparts became a fan of this man so perfection personified. He always said that only the passion for the game he held so close and loved playing made him see through all these. He is never feared to go back to basics, to start from scratch, to go to the levelling ground where he started as yet another young bloke among thousands of those waiting for that elusive break.
Calm and Ecstatic after one of his Centuries |
With his long playmate in tests who clocked playing together in the field more than anybody else mostly saving from the turbulent situations - The Saviours |
His favourinte cuts he enjoyed the most. Playing on the backfoot |
He too was vicitimized in the cash rich board where even politicians had a say in every series, where not juse merely performance counted anymore, favouritism, bias an politics are the only factors that decided who gets to represent the country. But he made them so grittingly under pressure only by his performance. He was a great learner of the game. Both on and off the field. always willing to contribute in what ever way he can. Donning the wicket keeping gloves was one such example. That was when the team could not simply afford another specialist wk in place of a batsmen or a bowler. He was more than willing to step into the glove of the
Of his ostentatious compatriots, Rahul Dravid batted exactly like the person he is: stately and upright, dignity and poise his two shoulders, standing up to everything coming at him with minimum fuss. He picked his shots carefully, almost like he was weighing the risk for fear of letting himself and his side down. There was little about him that was flamboyant - there isn't with an oak - and patiently, brick by brick, he built giant edifices. He is a good man and he batted like a good man.
And this is what make me like the man he is. So grounded in whatever he does in whatever way. Like with most of his choices in life, he has chosen well again. He has not craved a full house on its feet, there has been no grandstanding. The retirement is a sports-page event not a gossip item. He knew it was time.
Ever so dedicated even during practicing in nets. Always willing to learn, playing the ball straight |
Relished playing his part and always contributing to the team in every discipline |
The contrast couldn’t be sharper. He would come in and look to defend the first ball, let it hit the middle of the bat and slowly build his innings… the others would walk in looking to smack the leather off the ball – Sehwag with disdain, Tendulkar with authority, Laxman with his wrists and Sourav Ganguly through the off-side. In a partnership, Dravid was always the proverbial anchor – trying to keep the others firmly in the grasp of reality. But for them, it was easier to take the flights of fancy that Dravid could only dream of.
He spent more time in the nets than the others, he worked on his fitness, he worked on the little things that came easily to the others, and he worked on keeping his head above water… why he even worked on his wicket-keeping to stay in the ODI team. But hard work has a sort of mortal, doable quality to it. We can all work hard – if we have the motivation and the belief… that’s all it takes
His ODI pal with whom he went on to pile lots of runs and enjoyed playing with |
For many of Dravid’s contemporaries, the nets were a place to try out new things, to hit the big shots, to build confidence before a big match. But for the Bangalorean, it was a drill – something that had to be done as a matter of course. Throughout he would make tiny adjustments, trying to get as close to his sense of perfection as possible, because he needed to be at his best to survive. The difference between the Dravid that we saw in England and the one we saw in Australia was minute – a matter of his feet not moving a few inches more – but that’s all it took to make him crash and burn.
He realised that, which is why every waking moment was spent thinking about the game – his technique and the opposition. It was the kind of focus that bordered on the maniacal but it was also the kind of focus that made him loved and respected. People could see he wasn’t frivolous. He was the serious kind and he took the game very seriously.
Reaching out - Always willing to connect to his fans |
He wasn't the Wall, not for me though. Yes, his defence was as perfect as it could get, his steeliness so admirable, but he played shots that warmed the heart. The cover drive, with the big stride forward, and the prettiest of them all - the whip through midwicket played so late and while so nimble on his toes.
In cricket as in life, the debate over what leads to genius has been dominated by a simple argument: is it nature or nurture? While Dravid’s team-mates often colluded with nature, the right-handle was clearly nurtured to an exalted status through the self-effacing quality called hard work.
Partnership stands during recent tour of England'12 goes to show his contribution even in modern times |
Dravid doesn’t inspire the impossible. But what he does do is stretch the limits of the possible to a point where the thin line dividing the two starts to blur. And THAT is his genius. He didn’t start off as a man blessed with greatness but each year he seemed to add a new chapter to the legend in the making. And THAT is his genius too.
When kids walk in to meet their coaches for the first time, they often harbour dreams of becoming the next Tendulkar or Sehwag. Who wants to present a straight bat to everything? You might hear Gavaskar praise you but the crowd will mostly boo. And nobody likes to be booed.
But their coaches will point them in the direction of Dravid. ‘Be like him – he is a genius of hard work,’ they will say. He wasn’t blessed but he had his sights set on a goal.
Showing his grimace - Announcing his retirement at at a press conference in Bangalore recently |
Not just cricket he is a man so passion personified always focussed and ever willing to go wherever the goal he held so close takes him to. Makes you say 'IN LIFE BE LIKE HIM'
Trying hard to control his emotions during his Press Conference recently in Bangalore |
Wisden cricket - Famous five of Indian cricket |
A good compilation from UPCRIC