From a proud Proteas fan

It started with Kallis I think. I was in total awe of him. His game was pleasing to the eye. His stroke making was exquisite his patience infinite. But we had Rahul Dravid in the same mold. Yet, for some reason somewhere in my early teens I became a South African fan. Maybe, it had something to do with their tragic losses.

It has been more than a decade since. And yet I am still waiting for my favorite team to be holding an ICC trophy. Each tournament, I am left to fight for my team as my friends chide me and make fun of my team’s apparent choking habits. But today, in whole of the cricketing village barring NZ, there was a sense of gloom. No one takes the credit of win away from NZ, a side filled with such nice gentleman, yet unless the heart is plain cold, there was a lump in everyone’s throat when that ordinary delivery from an extra ordinary bowler was deposited over long on. Cricket is a funny game. You always dream of such games and yet when one comes along, the pumping of adrenaline is accompanied by a tight knot in the stomach.

SA did lose. From the minute they came back from the rain interval SA’s were up against it. They would have been looking for 370 in 50 (maybe 400 if Superman had his day). They got 298 in 43. Their frontline bowler was off today. They had chosen the wrong third fast bowlers. They dropped catches. They missed run-outs. And yet, in those 43 overs, I was able to find one answer. The next time someone asks me why SA, I will have an answer.

This is a team that plays sports in good faith. Along with NZ, they proved a point. Sledging is not a part of the game as the arrogant Aussies so often like to portray. A game can be won on the basis of pure skill and talent. And even the bitterest of pills can be swallowed with humility and acceptance. Australia and England, are you listening?

AB came to the post match press conference. He refused to blame the rain when I and many others will hold it responsible. This is a man captaining a team that has been haunted by the ghost of rain and D/L since the time I was born. Yet, he acknowledged the ultimately fatal rainfall as his own responsibility. He was asked about the missed chances. He only talked about what he missed, the crucial run out of Anderson. No blames were placed. No names were taken. You could see the disappointment written on his face. You could see the contorting face trying to prevent the leakage from the eyes.

Faf du Plessis, arguably the second best fielder of the team, was diving about as if his life depended on it. No, this is not a metaphor. He actually fielded as if it was a matter of life and death. In the second last over he dived for that catch when it was impossible for him to reach. He fielded at midwicket and with his dives, tried to act as a proxy mid-on. Not only him, the whole side was diving around, trying to save that one run that may prove to be the difference in the two teams. Fielding at short fine leg, Morne Morkel, not the best among the group, slipped and fell, yet he did not let the ball go past him. Never mind the fact that he was to bowl the next over and any serious injury could have hampered SA’s chances severely. Pragmatism, so often the key words for a fielding fast bowler, had been left in the dressing room by this world cup hungry team. 

Oh, the fast bowlers of SA. Starting from Allan Donald and Shaun Pollock, passed on to Ntini and now carried on the broad shoulders of Morkel and Steyn, this legacy of SA will have its name etched in gold on the portrait of South African cricket. They are not like the abusing and sledging species that come from Australia. Nor are they like the pseudo skilled craftsman from England. They are simply passionate, hungry and intense. Steyn comes in and delivers spells in excess of 10 overs, each bowl delivered with a careful mix of venomous pace and startling accuracy. When he has batsman at his mercy, he does not sledge. He looks the batsman in the eye. Stares. And then walks away. He is more in the Ambrose category than in McGrath’s. And somehow, I have always liked the former. When he takes a wicket, he celebrates. It is not an over the top celebration like Tahir’s. But his eyes convey the message.

Today, he had an off day. Which meant that the burden fell on the perennially under appreciated Morne Morkel. For years, my brother convinced me about the understated importance of being Morne. He does not average 4 wickets a test. But if it were not for him even Steyn would also have struggled to get 4 in a match. Luck wise he is the Ishant Sharma of South African test cricket. Despite having 317 wickets in 62 tests and a 169 in 99 ODIs, you feel he should have had more. Tells you a lot about this giant. Today, he was immaculate. When Steyn failed against Baz, he delivered. Then, he got the best batsman of their side. He was asked to come on when Steyn walked off the pitch close to the 20^th over. And then again, asked to bowl in the last overs. Each time he outdid his previous performance. Morne’s wicket celebration are marked by a single hand raise and an effervescent smile. But that hides the steel within. He showed all of it today during the fascinating 39^th over of the innings. Bowling to Anderson, holder of the record of the fastest century till a few months back, who was sitting pretty on 50+ and looking to smash the ball out of the park, he bowled an over to which the batsman had no answer. Indeed, he hardly allowed Anderson to touch the ball. And before finishing, had him back in the hut. It takes a special effort to bowl this kind of over knowing fully well that there is a better chance of losing than winning. That effort flowed out on to the grass a few minutes later when the last ball was bowled. Of all the tears that were shed on the ground, his cut the hardest.

This South African team is full of some extra-ordinary individuals. They raised the game to a new level today.

AB, do not worry, your countrymen and everyone around is immensely proud of your team.

Haider- A beautiful movie

Every year, there are a few movies made that take your breath away. Haider was one of those. I had the privilege of watching Haider in the 1^st week of its release. It was an extremely well made movie sure to get good numbers in revenues too. A rare combination these days. Hence, I was taken aback when I started reading about the vehement criticism that followed soon after. In hindsight, I should have guessed it. Anything related to religion touches our nerve, doesn't it?

I would like to describe what I saw in the movie. I saw a doctor trying to assist some terrorists. I saw the army take him away and make him “disappear”. I saw a pained boy, biased by his love for his father, fight all the elements of the society, first for his safe release and then to avenge him. I saw a mother, torn apart between the love for her son and her latent feelings for her husband’s brother, trying to make a ruined family work. It was a beautiful story regarding the conflicting human emotions. Oh, and it was a Muslim family and the story was set in Kashmir.

The last point had our pseudo patriots pointing their daggers towards the director of the movie. How could he show the army in bad light? How could his movies be sympathetic towards Muslims? Does he not recognize that he is trying to show Indian Army in bad light? How can he be allowed to do this?

The point which everyone conveniently ignores is the fact that Indian army is not even shown in bad light. The father was a supporting the terrorists. He is clearly the bad guy in the movie. The Indian army does the right thing by taking him away. As viewers, we know what he did was wrong. And he got punished for his actions. As the CIA revelations have shown, when it is a matter of terrorism which is a national security threat, sometimes even the innocent suffer the darkest of fate. And in our movie, it is clearly shown that the father is wrong. And so, I repeat, Indian army was right to take him away. Where then is the problem?

The problem is that the movie is shown through the eyes of his son. He simply cannot accept the fact that his father has been involved in terrorist activities. Again, a very realistic assumption. We all worship our dad’s, don’t we? And so, in his view, what happened was not correct. And so he goes about killing everyone who he thinks is responsible for the death. And mind you, even then the movie does not show that he has any agenda against the army. The hatred is directed towards his uncle, and no-one else.

Many a Haider have been born whose fathers have been innocent too. I personally would not mind a movie made on that theme too.

I hear that the critics question that why has Vishal Bhardwaj not shown the other side of the story too. The story of our great Indian army. But we already got those in the form of Border et al. In any case, as a creative movie maker, it is not his responsibility that he shows you the full spectrum of Kashmir. He showed you the one side that no movie beforehand had shown.

Not that I cared about any of it. For me, as I said before, the movie was about the complex interplay of emotions

And obviously, the breathtaking beauty of Kashmir.