SUNAAD RAGHURAM writes: The Jamaican police have concluded that Bob Woolmer’s death was a murder and nothing but that. As the burly body of the Pakistan coach is lowered six feet under, the coffin that world cricket finds itself in is open.
The coffin mocks at us all, cricket aficionados the world over, be it in India or Pakistan, England or Australia or even Bermuda or Singapore. Men and women who live lives in sync with the time of the opening of the day’s play in far off venues that fall in a different time zone.
Inscrutable lovers of the game who don’t hesitate to stay up all night in long, interminable lines in front of a cricket stadium to get hold of a ticket. Fans who worship cricket and cricketers like it were a religion steeped in the very chromosomal make-up of their genes from which they just can’t get away.
A manic obsession which makes a huge section of people rearrange the very time table of the day in order to coincide with the moment when the first ball of the match is bowled.
Paeans are sketched by romantic cricket writers who ply their trade with pens whose tips are honey touched; rose tinted odes are painstakingly etched in praise and celebration of the game; the tradition it boasts of; of the glorious past it has the luxury of falling back upon every now and then; of the great deeds of cricketers who left us with a desire to see them perform for ever.
To help us seek deliverance from the banal realities of a harsh life lead under trying, enervating circumstances, be it in the chawls of Mumbai or the streets of Kingston.
But the view through the gloss of the colourful prism of cricket’s immortality reveals a shady world of chicanery, of skullduggery; of deceit and deception; where matches are fixed and simply unimaginable amounts of monies change hands in a day; where the love of the motherland and the respect thereof is hit for a six over the long-on fence. And greed and desire, the lure and the allure of quick, easy wealth stand intimidatingly close-in at silly point!
Where coffers are filled with ill-gotten, immoral, almost blood-tainted wads of currencies of different denominations of different countries. All at the cost of the sincere fan of the game who would have saved his salary to be in his seat in the gallery of some cricket stadium, somewhere in the world.
If Bob Woolmer’s death was a result of certain devious plans having gone completely awry; if Bob Woolmer’s death was because someone somewhere didn’t want his autobiography in which he was supposedly painstakingly trying to put together the bits and pieces, the flotsam and jetsam, the shreds and slivers of all that shamefully happens in the name of match fixing and the dramatis personae involved in various parts of the cricketing world- to see the clear light of day; if Bob Woolmer was strangulated fatally so that his voice would never be heard again; then there is something simply shockingly wrong with the game of cricket and its ethos.
It simply means that the game is populated by gangsters and hoodlums, thieves and thugs, murderers and mobsters, criminals and money launderers who could go the whole distance to seek their share of the pie. Hand in glove with some cricketers themselves.
The story of match fixing is nothing new, tracing as it does, its existence to the mid-1990s when it was first revealed. Inquiries have gone on, certain players have been named with incontrovertible evidence, some have been nailed but most others have simply gotten away, cricket matches are staged with monotonous promptness in one or the other part of the world, hush-hush phone calls are still made, winks and glances are systematically exchanged and the die-hard cricket fan still stands in line at 3 am!
Bob Woolmer’s death should seriously evoke a debate if cricket as it is played internationally between nations should be strictly banned for a few years until the muddy, blood-stained, stinking waters clear, until the game is cleansed of the detritus of crime and the situation is right for the toss to be called all over again.
Until then, we are all cheating ourselves to the hilt.
In the fake, almost fantasy fuelled desire to see a rousing six being hit over mid wicket or the middle stump being sent cart-wheeling to the first ball of the game!
The reality, though, is of the devil holding our hand and taking us for a walk through the garden of Eden.
I didn’t mean Kolkata, by the way.
It could be any where!
All things considered, it is in our best interests to work on creating an excellent domestic league. Cut on this undeserved drama of international cricket. Build a solid league, exploit regional soft divides, support a thousand professional players, and churn all the money in the country. Bring us a National Cricket League.
Good for all. No needless emotions. No gifting money to rest of the world, a billion of us can sustain an entertaining league here. And if we are so keen on seeing foreign stars in action, don’t worry, they will all come and play here once we get the league going.
Want to play internationals? Then play 10-15 days an year. And play a world cup every 4 years to make each of them 10 times more exciting.
Its time. (blogged on this earlier, here)
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I have a suggestion: Let’s introduce a phrase–“He did a Tendulkar” means to cheat somebody!
Yeh Guru Tendulkar madbedamma!
Guru awanigey Tendulkar kottey Guru
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Next Kulla will get his hip replaced; ass replaced; chest replaced; hands removed and replaced by longer hands; face replaced because people will mark is face out as a trophy.
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his face out as a trophy
Say in a reedy voice: “I was in a Zone-like…like I was eating vada pav.”
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At one point after Kulla went for zero, I thought India were winning! But Dhoni and Yuvraj were disappointing. Ganguly I had no doubts, “Nan maga kai kodthaney antha nange gotthitthu.”
Any match oor matches, India can win under Dravid and if Chenguli can spoil it he will do the needful.
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If you want to insult somebody you can go, “Ree Tendulkar swalpa mundhey hogi saar! Yaak sumney yelrigoo thondhrey kodtheera devru.”
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I completely agree that we should stop playing international cricket for some time. I myself was venting on this same issue on my blog.
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Ree Yakri Tendulka thara adhtha yidheera neevu?
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Yen swami hangandre? Artha aaglilla…tili heli.
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That means you are a loser:)
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OMG now Ritwik is gonna kill us all with faux logic!
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OK here is a completely different outlook on Bob Woolmer’s death.
Headlines, given half a chance, you would see in TOI
‘Pak Players Hope to Master DNA Test After Early Exit From World Cup’
Musharaff will be quoted saying, “We Pakistanis are ahead of Indians in all departments; Indian players were not even considered for finger-printing. But our players were made to take DNA tests!”
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What a result! Team India was Great in winning over Bermuda. I just searched for his country on the world map and found it near West indies as a dot in the sea, just as big as Nanjangud. Is the BCCI a private body which claims to represent India? Why call it Team India and not Indian Team.
Our boys should first learn to play in domestic cricket. There should be a minimum of matches to be played in domestic cricket every year before you are selected for Team India. There is so much hype that without performing they earn Millions. Our players walk in to the test team after being out of cricket for months , just if they show a fitness certificate.
I thought that Sri Lanka may allow India to get through in the interest of the advertisers and commercials1
God save indian cricket.
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I dont get this. How come we are out of this tournament? Despite having a billion wishes, despite all the homas and the yagnas, despite having numerologically-correct t-shirts, despite all the predictions, despite all the money and endorsements, despite all the massive media coverage – its puzzling. What could have possibly gone wrong???
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Ganguly batted slowly even against Bangladesh.He was responsible for the slow start which put us off track.He is like the commie bongs.If they dont lead,india has to lose.Already,NDTV has started ranting against dravid.
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All are requested to pray for Bermuda to win over Bangladesh. Do archana in all temples. This is the only option! Team India, after all this hype could win only one match in the competition. Our players should be paid more, and their health problems should be better taken care of by sending them to Australia as this facility is not there in India for Indians. They should be exempted from paying taxes and allowed to import cars and trucks without paying duty so that the do not suffer financially.
I am a milk booth owner and I pay my taxes regularly if not —?
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I completely agree that we should not only stop playing cricket,turn our youths other DESI games.Why we are wasting our country’s time and energy?
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Is there a direct flight for Chappel to fly to Australia from Jamica?
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The Gandhi family at it again. They are responsible for the failure of Team India. But for Indira Gandhi there would not have been Bangladesh!!
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