Wednesday, 6 November 2013

The Tendulkar Phenomenon

My first memory of God is switching on the television, surfing to ESPN and watching a short diminutive man hit a red ball with an absolutely straight bat and a still demeanor, back at an onrushing blonde who had run in at 150 kmph, with the utmost composure and simplicity. 

Needless to say no one moved in the rest of the field. As Mathew Hayden would later go on to elucidate what traversed my mind that day, “I have seen God. He bats at No. 4 for India.”

If we consider an Economic Times report to be true and consider cricket to be India’s third most defining religion (although according to me it must rank much higher) after Hinduism and Islam then Sachin Tendulkar is undoubtedly the Zeus in the pantheon of cricketing Gods . As that dreaded day in November 2013 edges closer when he will let the curtains fall down on an illustrious 24-year old career , indeed not only cricket but all world religions will be poorer by a God.

Indeed such is the enigma called Sachin Tendulkar that even in a nation like USA where cricket is a poorer cousin of baseball, barely known of in most parts, the president Barack Obama once said, “I would like to watch Sachin play, not because I particularly understand the game, but because when he bats my country’s production goes down by half.”

Yet surprisingly if cricketing technique had been the only parameter of judgement then Sachin Tendulkar would most definitely not have been placed alone atop the divine cricketing hierarchy for players like Brian Lara, Shane Warne, Wasim Akram, and Sunil Gavaskar among a few others definitely  compare quite magnificently with The Little Master in terms of cricketing skill. What sets apart Sachin is his approach towards the game, an approach that is iconic of him and him only – an approach where he never assumes himself to be the master of the game that he loves so much but always remaining a student, a student who learns something new after every ball even after 24 years in the cricketing circuit, a student who is not afraid to rediscover himself, a student who prepares for every match as diligently as he prepared for the very first one , a student who places the game above all else never for once considering himself greater than the game. That is the Tendulkar Phenomenon.

In fact ad man Prahlal Kakkar , once while shooting an ad film with Tendulkar had asked him to swat a fly with a cricket bat . Tendulkar put his foot down, refusing to do anything of the sort which projected himself as greater than the game. The cricket bat was replaced by a fly swatter in the ad. In his 24-year old career Sachin has never once promoted any item of intoxication or any item with health hazards although undoubtedlty deals with McDowells or Kingfisher or even Wills would have made him richer by more than ten times of what he is worth now. Many powerful messages through one simple action. That is the Tendulkar Phenomenon.
When Gavaskar retired many proclaimed that his 34 centuries shall never be eclipsed. When Kapil Dev retired many proclaimed that his 434 wickets shall always remain a world record. Both stand shattered today. Perhaps Tendulkar’s numerous records will not stand the test of time. Perhaps each one of his records will be ceremoniously displaced from its lofty pedestal but undoubtedly, Sachin himself can never be replaced, nor can he ever be displaced for the simpler reason that Tendulkar was not only about cricket , he was about so much more. Perhaps cricket was more about Tendulkar.

Indeed the crowds outside television showrooms watching their God, the crowds at the roadside tea stalls hearing the commentators describe their God’s actions, the crowds well past midnight at airports to welcome their God, the crowds in the midday heat outside ticket counters waiting vociferously to get their hands on the prized piece of paper allowing them to view their God, the Indian crowds at stadiums all over the world cheering the fall of an Indian wicket because it would mean their God would walk in and the foreign crowds sighing in anguish and the entire stadium giving their God a standing ovation on his walk back to the pavilion (making it difficult to discern an Indian stadium form a foreign one) all represent the Tendulkar Phenomenon.

All this will not end with Tendulkar but all this definitely started with Tendulkar.
For Tendulkar has for more than 2 decades not only carried the hopes of more than a million people on his shoulders but has down it humbly and with utmost diligence. Never has Tendulkar disrespected an on-field or off-field official for a glaring mistake, never has he disrespected a fellow opponent for anything said to him, never has he disrespected the thousands to come to watch him play, never has he in any way disrespected the game and it is this love for the game that sets him apart from everyone else. Never did Tendulkar fear to stand up for what he thought was right, even turning in his own team mates Ajay Jadeja ,Manoj Prabhakar and Nayan Mongia for betting and match-fixing . The real victory however came for Sachin when the same Jadeja gave him not one but two guards of honour in his last Ranji match against Haryana. As JK Rowling had once written, “It takes great courage to stand up to your enemies but even greater courage to stand up to your friends “.That is the Tendulkar Phenomenon.

Sachin Tendulkar, in short transcended cricket without for once letting himself rise above the game, keeping his feet firmly on the ground. The young Sachin, with long locks always wanted to be a fast bowler so that his hair would fly when he ran in but being shorter than average he was advised against it by Denis Lille and Sachin immediately directed all his efforts towards his batting. Indeed it’s not easy to hear someone squashing your dreams but it’s even more difficult to have the heart to dream again. Sachin not only recognized a lost cause but dreamt again and by God, if not for Lille and Sachin’s will to make it big in cricket, we might have lost a God to arrogance. Tendulkar’s life teaches us more lessons than an average day in school. That is the Tendulkar Phenomenon.

Perhaps there will never be another Sachin Tendulkar to grace us with his presence and if that turns out to be true , I’m immensely proud to be of the same nationality as The Little Master for no on epitomizes “Great things come in small packages” more than him. I will tell the future generations with pride that I was once religious, that I have seen magic beyond cutting up people and making them vanish, that I have seen the most complicated of things done in the simplest of willow flicks, that I was a witness to the Tendulkar Phenomenon.

P.S. - I will tell them with pride that the God chose Kolkata as the venue of his penultimate test and I was there to bid him goodbye.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

A Threesome With Hrithik

Before walking into PVR Cinemas on Saturday morning I had read and heard a lot about Rakesh Roshan’s latest offering – the 3rd film in what has been widely publicized as India’s first superhero franchise. Most of it was unfortunately negative – I say ‘unfortunate’ because most of the criticism stemmed from comparisons to other superhero franchises (mostly Hollywood) and a vested prejudice against Mr. Roshan’s sudden shift from emotionally charged masala flicks to films that literally left you astounded. After 153 minutes, I can gladly say that neither my money nor my morning was wasted.

Sachin Tendulkar, the yardstick for all comparisons in our country has a hundred hundreds to his name and being witness to any one does not necessarily mean that the remaining 99 do not deserve the same level of attention. Similarly, just because Batman wows us with the story, Bale and Nolan’s vision and Ironman with his charisma, Superman with his hairstyle and his physique and Spidey with his ‘wet kiss’ don’t give our desi superhero a miss because trust me, you might not be missing out on something new but you will definitely miss out on something astounding that is closer to our Indian hearts that any Gotham skyline.

If Krrish 3 astounds, the credit, or most of it anyway, should go to the man who helmed this 7-year project Mr. Rakesh Roshan. The special effects are astounding and the scene where Krrish jumps up to an airplane and supports it’s faulty front wheel will leave you asking for more no matter how many Hollywood movies you have devoured. The action sequences deserve special mention too as the punches and the kicks draw all the right noises from an Indian public. The rather devastating imagery of falling buildings and erupting roads portrayed very realistically onscreen helps.

As to the performances, Hrithik Roshan impresses as the pot-bellied genius Rohit Mehra with his convincing old-man act although he does slip into emotional Bollywood mode at times. Hrithik oozes charisma and brawn as Krrish and the brain and brawn combination works well. However it is as Krishna Mehra that Hrithik loses the plot a bit and overacts in the emotional scenes. For those who give a damn about acting skills, Hrithik’s Greek body is on display too pretty early into the film as are his silky smooth dance moves.

Priyanka Chopra has limited scope to act and balances her role between a few long emotional moments and a lot of short dresses. Kangana Ranaut as mutant villain Maya impresses hugely with her menacing act as does Vivek Oberoi (for a welcome change) with his role as the unforgiving Kaal. The other mutants don’t have much to display in terms of acting skills but put up a ruthlessly evil act nonetheless. A spunky young boy who mouths dialogues like “Kyu Kaal, phat gayi kya?” with utmost confidence deserves special mention.

The music by Rajesh Roshan is a huge letdown compared to the first two films especially Koi….Mill Gaya, which gave us one of India’s most popular disco numbers. None of the songs make a lasting impact but Alisha Chinoi’s voice in ‘Dil Tu Hi Bata’ will haunt me for the rest of my life. The image of Kangana gyrating seductively doesn’t help either.
The story is not a masterpiece ala The Dark Knight films but it doesn’t lack substance either. The writers have tried to balance science and fiction and highlight a very important real-life issue of pharmaceutical companies suffering from god complexes, which is commendable but the success is restricted by the emotionally charged dialogues which intercept the fast-pace script quite abruptly. Nonetheless a commendable effort.

The common connecting thread between all these is Rakesh Roshan and he deserves a huge round of applause for the magnum opus that he has gifted us for Diwali. Indeed some scenes in the film will leave you astounded and wanting more, the action is very realistic for a superhero movie and although Vivek’s suit could have been better, the costumes and sets deserve a special mention.

In short Krrish 3 is a Hollywood-esque film in an Indian envelope tadka marke. Go for it not for a sentimental reasons but because it deserves a watch but don’t go expecting a Nolan masterpiece or a Robert Downey Jr. oozing flamboyance, you’re be sorely disappointed. Krrish 3 is nothing new but it’s something worth your time. So do give it a watch.

Rating: 3.5/5