OVERREACTIONS..TIME TO GO BEYOND
Earlier this year, in the latter stages of the monsoon season, the rain-clouds hanging over Mumbai exploded. Heavy rains for over two days threw life out of gear. Not that it made any difference to the average Mumbaikar, who has never been deterred by anything, be it rain, riots or bomb-blasts. For all those who have spent the better part of their lives in Mumbai, there was nothing unusual about the downpour, just another wet spell in an annual 'rainy' season.
Taken for granted - Rahul Dravid during his 270 at
Rawalpindi in April 2004.
However, the media didn't seem to think so. Anyone
who surfed through the numerous news channels when
it was pelting in Mumbai, would have been forgiven
for thinking that the film 'Day After Tomorrow' was
happening in real life. It was hilarious, even
ridiculous, to see channel after channel report and
sensationalize a downpour in Mumbai as if it was an
unprecedented occurrence that would never be seen
again.
It appears that the so-called 'cricket-lovers' of
India have taken tips from these new channels.
The 'overreactions' to India's flop-show in the
ongoing Test series have only proved the old theory
that Indians hate history. The criticism heaped
upon the Indian cricketers almost makes one believe
that India has never ever lost a cricket series.
The fact is, it has, even at home. All those who
talk about India's traditional 'invincibility' at
home should flip through the record-books and read
what happened against South Africa in 2000,
Pakistan in 1998-99, Pakistan again in 1986-87 and
England in 1984-85. True, our successes at home
have far outnumbered the failures, but neither have
we succeeded consistently. In fact, New Zealand
held us to a 0-0 draw last year, and had the better
of the second Test at Mohali.
While India's performances in Australia and
Pakistan were creditable, they ought to have been
looked at as only the beginning of a process that
would culminate with their anointment as the best
side in the world. When some members of the team
flaunted their 'second-best' title, they ought to
have been reminded that Edwin Aldrin is not
remembered as much as Neil Armstrong. Instead, they
continued to be hailed as 'silver medallists'. We
are to blame for this.
Not the first time that India has lost a series at
home.
It is true that India's decline from the
high-flying days of April to the trauma of October
is shocking, but most of the criticism, abuse and
slander defy logic. The common argument of these
'Indian team-bashers' is that they would not have
been so critical had India lost 'despite putting up
a fight'. There can only be one word to summarize
this claim - balderdash. Any student of Indian
cricket history will tell you that the knee-jerk
reactions would have been similar even if we had
lost at Bangalore and Nagpur by closer margins. So
much for our so-called 'cricket literacy'. A noted
sociologist had commented a few years ago that
Indians expect their cricket team to compensate for
the country's deficiencies in other areas. Hence,
they lose it when the team loses. A defeat is
followed by the mandatory complaints about the
players spending more time endorsing products than
practising, etc. Of course, when they win, nobody
mentions these things, although the number of the
products they endorse may be the same, if not more!
This penchant for overreaction is of course,
universal, and not confined to the common man. A
prominent daily has reported in its 2nd Nov edition
that sponsors are shying away from Indian
cricketers because of their poor performances.
Needless to say that they will come running back
once the cricket team starts winning, for they have
no options. This is, in itself, unfortunate, but it
speaks volumes about the amount of hard work put in
by the much-maligned BCCI to spread the game to
every nook and corner of the country. The rewards
inevitably followed. The non-cricketing sports
community in the land is currently having a field
day, like it did during the dark Match-fixing phase
of 2000, exhorting and imploring the people and
sponsors to fall in love with other sports. Of
course, it is an entirely different matter that
they will do a lot more good if they employ their
'exhorting and imploring' skills towards ousting
the indifferent people who run their respective
games in the land.
Indian cricket-lovers should not
forget that it is Australia, the world's best team,
and not Bangladesh, that has beaten us left, right
and centre. They should look back at the last two
or three years and remember the many moments of joy
provided by this Indian team, by the same set of
players. Of course, there is no justification for
poor performance, but it will help if the criticism
of the team for its admittedly below-par showing is
more constructive.
India should have put up a
fight, no question about it, but let us not forget
that this outstanding Australian team was better
prepared than any of its predecessors. Let us not
forget that there is something called the 'Law of
Averages' that can afflict anybody, cricketers
included. It is not very often in a cricket team
that ALL the frontline batsmen will be in form.
That was what happened last year. Each and every
batsman was in form, to the extent that we took
things for granted. The reactions, or the lack
thereof, to Rahul Dravid's 270 at Rawalpindi were a
classic example. From 1932 to 2000, not a single
Indian crossed 250 in a Test innings. Laxman did so
in 2001, and by the time Sehwag and Dravid followed
suit in the same series in 2004, it was no big
deal!
Please, for god's sake, let us
also not forget what happened on the fifth day of
the Chennai Test.
During the 2003 World Cup, the
cricket-lovers went to one extreme after India lost
a league game to Australia, and went to the other
after India beat Pakistan a few games later.
Something very similar is happening right now. The
team is being hauled over the coals for reasons,
some of which make sense, and quite a few that
don't.
At a time when the law of
averages has caught up with our favourite Indian
batsmen, why not pledge to achieve an average of
our own, right in between the two extremes of
bouquets and brickbats?