About twenty-five years back I had locked myself in a bathroom and wept when one Sunil Manohar Gavaskar had announced retirement.
I didn't cry yesterday. Maybe it's because I'm a quarter of a century older. Maybe because my heart is already too saturated with other preoccupations. Maybe it's because I have seen other legends of the great game quit in the period in between.
There are moments of grief when you cry. And then, there are some others. Others that make you realise that you won't even be able to ejaculate tears. You suddenly realise that when we will be 6/1 in future, some other bloke shall come out to bat at number three. Some strange entity, maybe familiar in some other role, but certainly not the perpetual bread-earning 6/1 guy, based on whose hard-earned money the others in the family can make merry.
And that's what it feels like, right now. It's like losing the fulcrum of the family. Not losing the coolest, most popular guy, but the unthanked backbone of the unit, the merit of whose existence can be felt in his absence rather than in his presence.
And that is precisely the feeling that I was not matured enough to go through at the age of nine. Hence the temporary tears, not a permanent void.
I know that this is a rather ill-written post - lacking coherence and substance of any kind. But I suppose I cannot blame myself for that. No one can write in peace when there's no wall to protect you from the relentlessly uncompromising outside world anymore.
Must you go, Rahul? Won't you give us another chance to thank you, or at least deserve you?
And that's what it feels like, right now. It's like losing the fulcrum of the family. Not losing the coolest, most popular guy, but the unthanked backbone of the unit, the merit of whose existence can be felt in his absence rather than in his presence.
And that is precisely the feeling that I was not matured enough to go through at the age of nine. Hence the temporary tears, not a permanent void.
I know that this is a rather ill-written post - lacking coherence and substance of any kind. But I suppose I cannot blame myself for that. No one can write in peace when there's no wall to protect you from the relentlessly uncompromising outside world anymore.
Must you go, Rahul? Won't you give us another chance to thank you, or at least deserve you?
uncle, i think he should have quit after England series. after all, when u talk of an Indian in England, u talk of Dravid.
ReplyDeletethat said, all good things have to come to an end. i get shivers when i envision a Rohit or a Raina coming in at #3! yikes!
full of emotions tobe bhalo hoeche!! oto chinta r kichu hoi ni - sob kota team i development phase r modhye diye jache!! Mcgrath, Gillespie ba Donald ba Akram,Waqar r moto bowler i ba koi??
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True. And sad that Dravid has to be characterized as the guy whose worth can only be felt after he is gone.
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