Recently I read Geoff Lemon’s spectacular piece ‘Hate to Love‘ on a mysterious case of Shame the Mighty Watson. It started as if it is just going to be how awful he has performed in the last few years and suddenly; their a u-turn in the article, reflecting to the humane side of one of Australia’s underrated all-arounders.
I have written sports articles about the games I have watched and there are times I too get emotional about certain players who go through something like how Shane Watson’s cricketing career and one of the other England player who was suffering from mental health issues. Think of Praveen Kumar, who was suffering from mental issues and throwing tantrums at players, umpires and pretty much everyone around; now that’s a difficult phase of any player and time can only be the healer; of course mentally players have to somehow try and break the negativities to reach the normalcy in whatever they could and team members and family need to be really patient with them.
Oftentimes, fans, teammates and others forget the mental aspect of players’ lives. Skill is great, not everything. The sportsmen go to helluva issues behind the glory of the game; yes, just like all of us. As a viewer what I see about the players, actors and news anchors; which only the television channel’s video camera shows me and from that planned bit if I am judging anyone and passing crass judgements is somewhat unfair. Somewhat? well, yes because just like by simply doing the scripted dialogue delivery, if any actors or actresses get awards and fame then in a way, they should be sporty enough to take bullet from the fans who’s paying to see them perform and who are supporting their respective teams.
When India won the Cricket 2011 at Wankhede Stadium Mumbai; like most of you, I celebrated India’s world cup victory in my own way and it was just beyond my imagination. Slept at the Marine Drive till 12 noon the next day, police woke me up and asked me to leave from the queen’s necklace and why? Because I was busy in silence, speechless but smiling and was in a awe of seeing my team winning the Cricket world cup after 28 years since we last won in 1983 under the captaincy of Kapil Dev. I didn’t even eat that evening till the last ball was bowled and till that six from M S Dhoni sealed the victory for India.
I chased the last train after walking from Goregaon to Andheri because roads were jammed and everywhere else besides one part of Jogeshwari, cricket fans were in tears, dancing hysterically in joy. Inspite of my drunk state of mind I sprinted along the train and managed to get in the last train; banged my head because train had picked up its speed and everyone sitting the compartment stood after hearing the thud of my head against the door of the fast moving Mumbai local train.
My friend shouted my name loudly, thinking train killed me and I fell between tracks and platform; and after few seconds he heard me laughing loudly from the next compartment. I said, “bastard, I won’t die so easily; I am safe; see you at Churchgate; wake me up when we reach there. goodnight”