November 24, 2012

Cricket's Pinteresque silences

The sport is full of pauses that enhance the drama, just like in Harold Pinter's plays
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In the right mood and under the right circumstances, Javed Miandad can sometimes be persuaded to talk about The Partnership. It was a 139-run affair that won a landmark title, so the capitals are well deserved.

The story has an arresting beginning. The MCG is packed to capacity and the World Cup final of 1992 is nine overs old. Derek Pringle is bowling lively swing and seam. He gets one to cut back sharply and Pakistan are 24 for 2.

Miandad walks in and steps up to the wicket. He takes guard and surveys the field. Imran Khan is at the other end, and the two make eye contact. Information flows but no words are exchanged. There is not even a nod or any other visible form of acknowledgment, yet meaning and intent are conveyed. Over nearly two decades of struggle and combat, these two have laid the foundations of modern Pakistan cricket. By this stage, Imran is living inside Miandad's head, and Miandad inside Imran's; there isn't much left to be said.

Miandad settles into his stance. Imran steps out of the non-striker's crease, moving his bat to his left hand and dragging it to just inside the line. A heavy burden hangs above them both. The Partnership begins.

Cricket is full of such Pinteresque silences. Pregnant with meaning, loaded with portent and symbolism, they are interludes that punctuate the willow-leather conflict at points of inflection and drama. No runs are scored, no stumps smashed, no strokes executed, yet every so often these episodes can emerge as the most pleasurable - and oddly memorable - passages of play. Great literature is sometimes about saying something intense and important without really saying it. This is the charm of cricket's meaningful silences. They have the potential to be subtly yet powerfully expressive in a way that the thrill of a flying bail or the delicate nuance of a silken drive are not.

Take the sense of allure and possibility that comes from watching a celebrated fast bowler walk back to resume his run-up. In the prime of his bowling life, Imran Khan looked the part better than anyone. Frame erect, chest flared out, hair flowing like a lion's mane, he provided an utterly captivating sight. The backdrop could have been Karachi or Lahore, London or Sydney. The sky could be cloudless or overcast, the day still or breezy, the crowd massive or sparse. You always felt the same sheer majesty of his presence. He was usually looking down and to the side, polishing the ball on his trousers, a few motions down the front, then up the back, occasionally mopping his brow with his shirtsleeve. Eventually the moment arrived, and he turned at the top of his bowling mark. Quite apart from the delivery and its consequences, Imran's walk back existed as an event in itself. This wasn't any mere appetiser; it could be consumed as a silent entrée delicious enough to unleash waves of gratification.

Harold Pinter, who adored cricket, interspersed his plays with calculated silences and used them as a literary device to intensify the dramatic experience. It is tempting to wonder if he saw any correspondence between the expressive silent passages of cricket and the silences he created in his plays to such legendary effect. As a famous cricket aficionado, he is credited with one of the wittiest quotes about the game, in which both cricket and sex come out looking good. Although he barely wrote on cricket, you can hear silences in his one famous essay on the game, "Hutton and the Past".

One of Pinter's remarkable theatrical achievements was to show that silent drama can, in fact, be embedded in the most trivial of activities, with the most basic of props, and created from but one or two characters. Cricket provides a fertile mix for such occurrences. Try and reflect for a minute, and you will soon come up with your own favourite examples.

Imagine a batsman walking back in defeat, a bowler quietly simmering after a catch has been floored off his efforts, a spry fielder prowling the outfield in athletic anticipation... Cricket's vast canvas is dotted and decorated with these engrossing silences

One that struck me recently is from the film Fire in Babylon. There is a moment in the documentary when Viv Richards has his cap knocked off by a rising delivery. The ball itself draws applause, but Richards' response to the affront all but draws blood. His skull has just had the narrowest of escapes, yet there he is, a seething Smokin' Joe, with nothing in his manner to suggest he is perturbed or unsettled. The incident hasn't even remotely affected his gum-chewing swagger. With an unhurried calm, Richards gathers his cap, dusts it off, replaces it on his head, and resettles into his stance. His mouth remains silent, but his eyes speak a cool anger. Pinter would approve.

You don't always need intensity and emotion to make a cricketing silence memorable. Nor do you need any elaborate storyline. In another World Cup at another time, Zaheer Abbas is padded up in the dressing room at The Oval. With a semi-final at stake, Michael Holding is on fire and West Indies are doing justice to their fame. At 10 for 1, Zaheer stands up and begins walking down the pavilion steps. All of Pakistan collectively holds its national breath.

This is 1979, so he is dressed in whites and has nothing on his head except a green felt cap with the PCB insignia. At the bottom of the steps there is a latched barrier barely waist-high. Zaheer dangles his bat from his left hand as he uses the right to undo the latch. Because of his batting gloves, the action is a bit clumsy. The battle of his life beckons, but Zaheer has been reduced to just a man fiddling with a wicket gate and its latch. He is like a knight setting out to slay a dragon, but first there is the chain of his castle's drawbridge to deal with. There is something strangely incongruent about it, but it is incongruence with momentous implications.

The essence of the Pinteresque silence is unspoken eloquence emerging from a minimum of plot, the contours of which, while shaped by context, also have an independent existence. A celebrated batsman walking in for a historic battle provides a natural instance, but it is far from the only one. Imagine, for example, a batsman walking back in defeat, a bowler quietly simmering after a catch has been floored off his efforts, a spry fielder prowling the outfield in athletic anticipation, a stone-faced umpire whose brow crease nevertheless reveals that he is fretting under the burden of a crucial appeal.

Cricket's vast canvas is dotted and decorated with these engrossing silences. In a way, it is not surprising that some of cricket's best moments are to be found among them, since they constitute such a big chunk of the game. In any given over, for example, the ball is in live play for only a small fraction of the time, perhaps 10% or less. In this skewed ratio of lack of action to action, cricket stands unique among the major spectator sports. Only baseball comes close.

You could argue that the silences become significant because of the action that precedes or follows them, but they also possess something intrinsic and fundamental that imparts to them a life and a character of their own. With the right gestalt, they become unforgettable. It has been said of Pinter's plays that they are at their most eloquent when nothing is being said at all. In some ways that is true of cricket too.

Saad Shafqat is a writer based in Karachi

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  • POSTED BY ejsiddiqui on | November 27, 2012, 21:04 GMT

    This article is a masterpiece and superb read. Well done Saad. Ironically, Silence is broken by words yet you described silence in extraordinary words. --- My memory of silence is "when Inzamam used to be on crease in relax mode and chewing gum" . That action used to give so much confidence that I always felt that Pakistan will not loose, as Inzamam is there. No matter how big of difficult the target is.

  • POSTED BY davidatlas999 on | November 27, 2012, 6:17 GMT

    i did not read yet but i think its very good article.okay so m going to read it now.

  • POSTED BY on | November 26, 2012, 8:03 GMT

    Out of words to describe this article. Cricket's ability to inspire such literature and writers like Shafqat embody the reason why the academic in me loves Cricket. Brilliant piece Shafqat sahab !

  • POSTED BY OptimusPrimal on | November 25, 2012, 20:12 GMT

    Great article. Hope to see more from you Sir.

  • POSTED BY ahassan on | November 25, 2012, 18:33 GMT

    Great article. Thank you Saad, you have brought back the golden memories of the past. The whole article is a masterpiece but para#6 about Imran's walk back is awesome.

  • POSTED BY ChampionX on | November 25, 2012, 18:30 GMT

    Superb read, undoubtedly the best literary description of cricket itself truely deserve a standing ovation. Hats off to you Sir, Shafqat

  • POSTED BY Engle on | November 25, 2012, 16:48 GMT

    Now, THAT, is what you call an article. One of the best written in a long time and worthy of literary accolades. Silence, sometimes, is more powerful than words - and it takes one of extraordinary perceptive skills to understand the inner mind workings of the combatants faced with a situation that can only be conquered, not with verbal expressions, but with thoughtful silence.

  • POSTED BY JBerger on | November 25, 2012, 15:36 GMT

    Amazing article, reminded me of all those quite but captivating moments of the great game especially it's longest format "The Test match". King Richard's ever relaxed chewing of gum, DK Lillee's aggressive look before delivering ball, Michael Holding's ever so deceiving soft and supple delivery stride that would not give a clue of the devastating delivery to come. Imran's walk back, the leap before release, Imran's presence that had always made him looked like a true Skipper even when not leading the team. Steve, even being less talented of the two Waughs but always was the true picture of determination. Dravid's determination, Azhar's and Laxman's Silky wrist. Javed's steely street fighting presence, Waqar's not only fired-up run-up but running through the line-ups, Akram's Magic. Donald's distruction are the few things to name that has made ever-lasting impressions on all the spectators globally. Mr. Shafqat thanks for your wonderful Master Piece. Thanks for bringing back memories.

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 14:59 GMT

    By this stage, Imran is living inside Miandad's head, and Miandad inside Imran's; there isn't much left to be said. This line is priceless. Absolutely remarkable article saad bhai. Beautiful written.

  • POSTED BY malepas on | November 25, 2012, 13:18 GMT

    Good on u Saad,,well written and absolutely accurate,,still love to see the videos of IK bowling,,a rare beauty of itself,,Miandad/Ik wordcup moments is absolutely correct,, IK told me himself,,that they knew what is required at that time,,,great article,well done.

  • POSTED BY ejsiddiqui on | November 27, 2012, 21:04 GMT

    This article is a masterpiece and superb read. Well done Saad. Ironically, Silence is broken by words yet you described silence in extraordinary words. --- My memory of silence is "when Inzamam used to be on crease in relax mode and chewing gum" . That action used to give so much confidence that I always felt that Pakistan will not loose, as Inzamam is there. No matter how big of difficult the target is.

  • POSTED BY davidatlas999 on | November 27, 2012, 6:17 GMT

    i did not read yet but i think its very good article.okay so m going to read it now.

  • POSTED BY on | November 26, 2012, 8:03 GMT

    Out of words to describe this article. Cricket's ability to inspire such literature and writers like Shafqat embody the reason why the academic in me loves Cricket. Brilliant piece Shafqat sahab !

  • POSTED BY OptimusPrimal on | November 25, 2012, 20:12 GMT

    Great article. Hope to see more from you Sir.

  • POSTED BY ahassan on | November 25, 2012, 18:33 GMT

    Great article. Thank you Saad, you have brought back the golden memories of the past. The whole article is a masterpiece but para#6 about Imran's walk back is awesome.

  • POSTED BY ChampionX on | November 25, 2012, 18:30 GMT

    Superb read, undoubtedly the best literary description of cricket itself truely deserve a standing ovation. Hats off to you Sir, Shafqat

  • POSTED BY Engle on | November 25, 2012, 16:48 GMT

    Now, THAT, is what you call an article. One of the best written in a long time and worthy of literary accolades. Silence, sometimes, is more powerful than words - and it takes one of extraordinary perceptive skills to understand the inner mind workings of the combatants faced with a situation that can only be conquered, not with verbal expressions, but with thoughtful silence.

  • POSTED BY JBerger on | November 25, 2012, 15:36 GMT

    Amazing article, reminded me of all those quite but captivating moments of the great game especially it's longest format "The Test match". King Richard's ever relaxed chewing of gum, DK Lillee's aggressive look before delivering ball, Michael Holding's ever so deceiving soft and supple delivery stride that would not give a clue of the devastating delivery to come. Imran's walk back, the leap before release, Imran's presence that had always made him looked like a true Skipper even when not leading the team. Steve, even being less talented of the two Waughs but always was the true picture of determination. Dravid's determination, Azhar's and Laxman's Silky wrist. Javed's steely street fighting presence, Waqar's not only fired-up run-up but running through the line-ups, Akram's Magic. Donald's distruction are the few things to name that has made ever-lasting impressions on all the spectators globally. Mr. Shafqat thanks for your wonderful Master Piece. Thanks for bringing back memories.

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 14:59 GMT

    By this stage, Imran is living inside Miandad's head, and Miandad inside Imran's; there isn't much left to be said. This line is priceless. Absolutely remarkable article saad bhai. Beautiful written.

  • POSTED BY malepas on | November 25, 2012, 13:18 GMT

    Good on u Saad,,well written and absolutely accurate,,still love to see the videos of IK bowling,,a rare beauty of itself,,Miandad/Ik wordcup moments is absolutely correct,, IK told me himself,,that they knew what is required at that time,,,great article,well done.

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 9:06 GMT

    an amazing read after quite a long time ...

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 7:10 GMT

    Cricketing knowledge added to the Literary excellence of Dr Shafqat makes an amazing combo ... must must must read !!!

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 6:56 GMT

    supremely beautiful article....well constructed and well refrenced. enjoyed it throughly. This si a literary masterpiece.

  • POSTED BY Bilal_Choudry on | November 25, 2012, 5:07 GMT

    I remember the miandad and IK eye contact ... excellent article

  • POSTED BY smalishah84 on | November 25, 2012, 4:16 GMT

    wonderfully well written piece. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 0:38 GMT

    Awesome read, i never realised that the slient moments in cricketing mattered a lot, apart from the crowd bantering.. @ asma, i had the same sentiments reading this article.

  • POSTED BY northumbriannomad on | November 25, 2012, 0:38 GMT

    Marvellous article, so true and so thought-provoking.

  • POSTED BY icegreen89 on | November 24, 2012, 18:34 GMT

    So beautifully written, combines two of my favourite subjects and captures the essence of this sport for me.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  • POSTED BY TheRealRockNRolla on | November 24, 2012, 16:01 GMT

    If you can imagine the sheer anxiety, which overwhelmed to such a level that without completing the read, I have proceeded over here to also contribute, with my two cents of praise on a masterpiece that allowed me to enliven those moments...superficial back then but now this could stuff of a great book. Well said Mr. Shaqat

  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 13:18 GMT

    one of the best articles i have read. steve waugh silence during his meaningful stay at the wicket was priceless.

  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 12:46 GMT

    Does this really belong on the sport's website? I never thought a 'literary' piece about cricket was possible. Its a good one, but I'm not sure the audience expects silence in the reports, unless its the Indian crowd growing silent when the Little Master gets out. :)

    Kudos.

  • POSTED BY bluefunk on | November 24, 2012, 12:07 GMT

    what a wonderfully written article. thank you so much for this, dr shafqat. please write more often.

  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 9:39 GMT

    those were the golden days... when silence had the loudest voice!!

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  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 9:39 GMT

    those were the golden days... when silence had the loudest voice!!

  • POSTED BY bluefunk on | November 24, 2012, 12:07 GMT

    what a wonderfully written article. thank you so much for this, dr shafqat. please write more often.

  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 12:46 GMT

    Does this really belong on the sport's website? I never thought a 'literary' piece about cricket was possible. Its a good one, but I'm not sure the audience expects silence in the reports, unless its the Indian crowd growing silent when the Little Master gets out. :)

    Kudos.

  • POSTED BY on | November 24, 2012, 13:18 GMT

    one of the best articles i have read. steve waugh silence during his meaningful stay at the wicket was priceless.

  • POSTED BY TheRealRockNRolla on | November 24, 2012, 16:01 GMT

    If you can imagine the sheer anxiety, which overwhelmed to such a level that without completing the read, I have proceeded over here to also contribute, with my two cents of praise on a masterpiece that allowed me to enliven those moments...superficial back then but now this could stuff of a great book. Well said Mr. Shaqat

  • POSTED BY icegreen89 on | November 24, 2012, 18:34 GMT

    So beautifully written, combines two of my favourite subjects and captures the essence of this sport for me.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  • POSTED BY northumbriannomad on | November 25, 2012, 0:38 GMT

    Marvellous article, so true and so thought-provoking.

  • POSTED BY on | November 25, 2012, 0:38 GMT

    Awesome read, i never realised that the slient moments in cricketing mattered a lot, apart from the crowd bantering.. @ asma, i had the same sentiments reading this article.

  • POSTED BY smalishah84 on | November 25, 2012, 4:16 GMT

    wonderfully well written piece. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words

  • POSTED BY Bilal_Choudry on | November 25, 2012, 5:07 GMT

    I remember the miandad and IK eye contact ... excellent article