Ranji Trophy, 2012-13 November 9, 2012

For the love of the game

Memories of the majestic Armani Hotel in Dubai zip past my mind

Memories of the majestic Armani Hotel in Dubai zip past my mind. That evening, immaculately orchestrated musical fountains had made for a beautiful backdrop for a rendezvous with friends over some delectable kebabs. Two months later, as I now spend time in a small district called Nadaun in Himachal Pradesh, that awe-inspiring opulence comes back to nudge me, almost mockingly. The background for the cook preparing my basic dal, vegetable and chapatis is an open kitchen with a faint halogen bulb hanging loosely. The menu is painted on the wall and steel pots with a variety of dishes left uncovered for the flies to enjoy a game of peek-a-boo.

Having survived a couple of nights in the best hotel the town could offer, I decided to venture out and look for food - good food. After walking past a couple of dhabas, I settle for "Kamal Da Dhaba", decorated with hordes of fancy lights, an attention-seeking tactic that almost always works. It was reasonably busy, which could be a sign of good food. The chef, wearing a striped T-shirt full of grease stains, had replaced the prim waiters at the Dubai Hotel, while fine china and upholstery had made way for plain steel plates and a dilapidated wooden table. The only thing that could have saved this eatery a bad report card would have been its food.

However, just before the waiter served the chapati, he scratched his head and used the same hand to serve. That was the last straw. I tell you this story in a cricket blog because sometimes, as fans of a sport we love so much, we need to look beyond the gloss and confront the grim.

I can either feel happy or despondent about my current predicament. Happy because anyone who has been a part of first-class cricket in India for over a decade now realises that we have come a long way from the time when we used to stay in dormitories and classrooms when playing various school or university tournaments. Cricket in India has primarily been a winter sport, which makes basic facilities look shoddy. There were never enough mattresses or blankets to keep you warm during the night, and the morning shower was always under a freezing stream of water. The lack of cleanliness of shared lavatories forced most of us to take a dump in the open. The worst part of using these open fields early morning was the pig who would be feeding on your faeces right before you.

If you find reading this repulsive, imagine having gone through it for years. And for someone who has been through this, an hotel room with a private washroom and food on order, however basic that be, should be considered a luxury. However, in Indian sport culture, all this is believed to build character. It is supposed to makes you "rough and tough", to prepare you for challenges on the field. By that logic, America, England, China should never do well in sports.

Then there is the other life an Indian cricketer leads, the addictive kind, when playing international or IPL cricket. These matches are never held in small centres, which means nothing short of five-star facilities for the players. We are served world-class cuisines by the best of chefs. Travel is only by air or on road by air-conditioned deluxe coaches as opposed to rickety tempo travellers or "jeeps" that ferry players twice their seating capacity. The entire world is at your beck and call, unlike how it is in domestic cricket, where you're left to your own devices.

The next time you see a player of stature, one who has played for the country, pick up a niggle during a domestic match played in an obscure centre, just wonder if it is the lack of the facilities that is hurting him. The ones who have not played for the country but are regulars in the IPL share the sentiment, but just a little less strongly. Since they know there is another mountain to climb before they play for the country, they put in the hard yards, albeit grudgingly.

The disparity between both the worlds is huge. It doesn't matter that much to me now. Everyone likes a good life, and I personally think it has some impact on the performance. A good night's sleep is the best way to cool the heels and prepare for the sprint next morning. However, it's the love of the game that keeps me and many other veterans on the circuit going. To us nothing matters but the sound of bat on ball, or click of the edge taken with an outswinger. That can be your only drive. I dread the day I will strap my pads on, put on my helmet, get my gear ready and walk towards the crease one last time. For a true sportsman nothing is as important as being able to pursue this love for as long as he can.

Cricket is a great teacher. It teaches you patience. It teaches you to be immune to things you can't control. It makes you appreciate the little joys and take bitter disappointments in your stride. Love for the game is all I need at this time of life. It makes the heart see what is invisible to the eye.

This is my 16th year of playing Ranji Trophy. Sanjay Bangar, Hrishikesh Kanitkar and Sairaj Bahutule have been representing their states for far longer. Year after year, they step on the field with the same enthusiasm as they showed in their first game. Such is the love of the sport.

Former India opener Aakash Chopra is the author of Out of the Blue, an account of Rajasthan's 2010-11 Ranji Trophy victory. His website is here and his Twitter feed here

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  • testli5504537 on January 30, 2013, 17:39 GMT

    first of all akash bhai iam from hiamchal ,kangra district live near the stadium ...a smile of embarrassment came to my face dat in nadaun u suffer with poor services ..but u rightly said dat it is the love of the game dat make all other things good..hope upcoming generation learnt something about dat...

  • testli5504537 on December 23, 2012, 0:01 GMT

    Great article, from an Australian point of view, where our first class cricketers, all the way down to our elite junior cricketers, enjoy the use of excellent facilities, it really is an eye opener to the situation in Indian cricket, and Indian society in general. As always it was another great article and a pleasure to read, well done Aakash.

  • testli5504537 on November 19, 2012, 13:52 GMT

    what an article.........articles like these make me get emotional.......Aakash you are a wonderful writer.....its so weird that I can relate to anything and everything you say in your blogs. "LOVE OF THE GAME" it is.......

  • testli5504537 on November 16, 2012, 6:34 GMT


    It was simply awesome to read such a wonderful blog.I really loved it Akash Sir.

  • testli5504537 on November 12, 2012, 6:45 GMT

    well written akaash..... ur blogs always had a touch of truth and honesty in it and i could see that in this also. any cricketer who honestly love the game would't mind the facilities thrown to them beyond cricket. its the passion for the game which will make true cricketers to forget the facilities and concentrate on FACING THE FIRST BALL which is still very addictive to many!!!! well written and keep giving us good bolgs like these....

  • testli5504537 on November 11, 2012, 16:44 GMT

    Akash, I'm a vivid follower of your blogs sheerly because of the technicalities you involve in and the knowledged you bring in.

    The volume of runs guys are piling in Ranji this year is not at all heart warming. On top of that the selectors did not value domestic performance when they selected players like Murali Vijay. Moreover if players are allowed to pile up triple hundreds and double hundreds on these dumb pitches which dont even turn nowadays, India will again go back to their dumb old days and cut a sorry figure in lively pitches abroad. When will the wise guys bring in people who have a vision to nurture players who have technique to play in bouncy pitches with guts, the Indian fan can just keep on dreaming - they pray the wise men show some wisdome when they select and groom the players!!!

  • testli5504537 on November 11, 2012, 15:56 GMT

    and my school paid us Rs 5 per day irrespective of no of matches played on the same day (but atleast 1)...Just enough to buy a nimboo sharbat at aazad maidan in Mumbai...I miss those magical days of school cricket

  • testli5504537 on November 11, 2012, 15:13 GMT

    @Mukunda that was bit too much over the head. There are greater people to get WISDOM from

  • testli5504537 on November 11, 2012, 14:35 GMT

    Well Written Aakash, you writings are contiguous. Keep on going, you have lots of fan always waiting to read your articles...

  • testli5504537 on November 11, 2012, 14:21 GMT

    Hello everyone,

    Many thanks for your valuable feedback. It means a lot to me and my peers playing in first-class cricket that there're so many out there who follow Indian domestic cricket as fervently as they follow International cricket. Please feel free to mention anything in particular that you'd like to know about Indian domestic cricket.

    Keep writing your feedback.


    Aakash Chopra

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