When the bough breaks, the cradle falls
For seven good years they denied this world the opportunity to see him perform at the highest level
Santhosh S
27-Nov-2000
The green leaves seem to smile
When they see the ripe ones fall
The young will learn with time
That one day they too shall fall
When they see the ripe ones fall
The young will learn with time
That one day they too shall fall
For seven good years they denied this world the opportunity to see him
perform at the highest level. The five wise men always denied him the
stage. At last they gave him a chance at the 'theatre of Indian
dreams', Mohali, and he didn't let us down. He was closing on to his
mid-thirties, but had the spring in his step, the vigour in him to
motivate a bunch of lazy bones. The Indian one-day cricket team had a
fighter amongst 'em. Not an aging lion... but the ageless Phoenix!
He carried India through not once but on many occasions. Who could
forget that memorable innings he played at Paarl against a resurgent
Zimbabwe. What about the most awe-inspiring innings against Pakistan
at Dhaka, making Saqlain look like a club bowler. The brilliant
diving stop in the field, the spectacular catches (memory can't be
that short, not to remember the catch he took off Ricky Ponting at
Nairobi). The man who could always chip in with his useful medium
pacers in the middle of the innings, picking crucial wickets. He is
not a bit of everything. He is everything about positive thinking and
attitude. His captains denied him his share of bowling or batting up
the order. He always carries the smile on his face, the pride of
playing for his country on his chest. He is a man grateful to be alive
and to be playing an honorable sport for his country. He is not
tainted with any allegations of match fixing. No manager or captain
could ever write a negative report on this man. He always gave more
than 140%.
Yesterday the five wise men (The Selectors) got together and denied us
the pleasure of seeing an honourable man play for his country on the
cricket field. I heard him talk with Karan Thapar on BBC, the other
day. He is a man who knows too well about himself. Not an ounce of
bitterness in him for all the disappointments of being made to sit
out. I know, he would still have hopes of making a comeback. For he
has always been on trial. Wait my friends, do not write his cricket
obituary. Just a few days back he scored a brilliant century in the
Ranji Trophy. He is alive and kicking. And still has the fizz in him
as the most valuable bottle of champagne will have. In the USA they
call guys like him the MVP (Most Valuable Player). He is Robin Singh.
To many, fairness is what the colour of the white horse's arse is.
They call themselves just. Justice denied is life denied. The nation
owes Robin Singh an apology, for we let the people make such macabre
decisions. "When the bough breaks the cradle falls", Makers of
players, what kind of players do you make?! What are the standards you
set here?! How could we deny a man his rightful place in the team,
merely on the basis of his age?! Something's rotten here. We the
Indians know that. Good leadership is all about taking your best men
to the battlefield and motivating them to victory. He who leaves his
best men at home cannot be a good leader, no matter what his
limitations are. If the crown of leadership be made of thorns, put
that crown down! For there is more honour in being a man than being a
leader of a mediocre lot.