I would have
remembered Sachin Tendulkar’s debut vividly had Doordarshan telecast it
live. They caught up from the third Test, but no one in India got to see the
debut live.
Tendulkar had
fans from the very beginning. Unlike Gavaskar and Kapil, among whom the fans
were divided, Tendulkar was universally loved. Men, women, boys, girls, rich,
middle-class, poor.
Tendulkar was
India's first universally accepted cricket hero.
Tendulkar became
a household name, and more importantly, a household face, in the early 1990s,
an era that matched with my teens.
The adulation was
fine with me, but for one section of them: the mothers.
The mothers had a
curious attitude towards Tendulkar. They often expressed themselves in
baby-talk when it came to Tendulkar. There were some who did not, but the
affection, the concern was there in most.
They wanted him
to be well-fed. They wanted him to be safe on tours. He was suddenly the son of
thousands of mothers. You would have thought he was a little boy (of course,
that boyish look sans facial hair helped).
This baffled me,
for Tendulkar is older to me.
My mother, for
example, always thought Tendulkar was a boy who needed to be taken care of
while I was the "when will you act your age?" one.
I should ideally
have felt jealous. I would have, had I understood what was going on. I was
baffled.
And all that
vanished around the mid-1990s, when he was, well, a "grown-up"; I am
not sure when, but that was the approximate era.
Trust me, this
had happened across households, across the nation, to boys of my age.
I never got the
reason. I still do not get it. Why would one be concerned about someone who is
taken care of, efficient, and successful?
While I admired Tendulkar
as much as any boy of my age did, this kept bugging in my mind.
I had vowed to
myself that *I* would confuse my daughter the same way when she is in her
teens.
I sincerely hope
she makes the same vow when she understands my feelings for Kohli.
Happy birthday,
little Virat. Happy birthday, captain.
The time he started advertising for gillette presto? That apart, his voice marks him a child forever.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, little Virat.
ReplyDeleteYou might not be able to confuse her if you are the only one saying this :)