A Tale of a "gifted" Indian farmer
This is the story of an Indian farmer who has dedicated all his life to his profession. He started understanding the basics as well as the technicalities of it at a very raw age of eight. At that age, many of us would have played marbles in the sand, many of us would have played Hide-n-seek in the garden, counting the numbers loudly with one eye shut and the other peeping at the hiding places of friends from the space between the fingers. Many of us would have inserted a comic book inside one of those boring History text books, pretending to study when Mom was around and then after fooling them, bursting into innocuous animal like laughter. That was the age of innocence, an age to run, tumble, jump all day and get back home exhausted, with bruised knees and elbows, yet finding enough energy to run around the house, screaming with disdain, when Mom comes and hands over a glass of pure, plain, unadulterated milk. But this child (the farmer) was gifted. He, along with all these naughty pranks could do something that children of his age can’t even fathom. He took his profession as seriously as a P.T Teacher would take his exercises and training sessions.
When he grew up, there were various comparisons drawn between him and his fellow mates who were also engaged in the same profession. But the line of demarcation between good farmers and better farmers cannot be drawn when the conditions are ideal for farming. In fact, it could be drawn only when the conditions are tricky, simply because “Even an ordinary farmer can produce surplus when the conditions are ideal, but what would be interesting to see is, whether that same farmer can still produce the same amount with the same quality when the conditions are not conducive ?” As I said, this child was gifted, he could turn the tide in his favour with his sheer determination.
“Inside the stomach of some geniuses, smoulders a defiance that is abnormal, a will so powerful that no ordinary barometer can register it.” There were torrential downpours, floods, lightening and thunder. There were long dry spells, scanty rains and there were landslides too. But that never stopped this man. He fought against all odds with great fortitude. He tackled every problem with a positive mindset and never relinquished in the battle of strife. To every question raised, he had an answer, to every problem encountered he had a solution, and to every plan plotted he had a strategy. Someone rightly said “He is a magician, he could well convert a barren land into a lush green paradise”.
When he grew up, there were various comparisons drawn between him and his fellow mates who were also engaged in the same profession. But the line of demarcation between good farmers and better farmers cannot be drawn when the conditions are ideal for farming. In fact, it could be drawn only when the conditions are tricky, simply because “Even an ordinary farmer can produce surplus when the conditions are ideal, but what would be interesting to see is, whether that same farmer can still produce the same amount with the same quality when the conditions are not conducive ?” As I said, this child was gifted, he could turn the tide in his favour with his sheer determination.
“Inside the stomach of some geniuses, smoulders a defiance that is abnormal, a will so powerful that no ordinary barometer can register it.” There were torrential downpours, floods, lightening and thunder. There were long dry spells, scanty rains and there were landslides too. But that never stopped this man. He fought against all odds with great fortitude. He tackled every problem with a positive mindset and never relinquished in the battle of strife. To every question raised, he had an answer, to every problem encountered he had a solution, and to every plan plotted he had a strategy. Someone rightly said “He is a magician, he could well convert a barren land into a lush green paradise”.
Yes he is none other than Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. Sealed as a child prodigy, he never took his feet off the ground and enjoyed the blissful and euphoric thunderstorms with intense serenity. It would have been very easy for him to sail in the boat of exaltation that always kept surrounding him, but he chose the difficult path by turning a blind eye to it and concentrating on his main job. He never drenched himself in the incessant showers of name and fame that he received everywhere in the World. Now, you might be wondering how Sachin is a farmer and what is his relation with farming ? My answer to this question would be that I have used the word “farmer” as a metaphor for Sachin. But even Sachin has done the job of a farmer for Indian Cricket.
Just like a young, passionate farmer, he ploughed his way in the Indian side first, and then in no time, ploughed his way in a billion hearts. Later, with his captivating vigour, he sowed the seeds of passion that he had for the game, which gave rise to the seeds of expectations in many spectator’s hearts and whenever he came into bat, there was an air of jubilation, an air of his exuberance. This passion made the game so popular in India that every youngster wanted to play and be like him. The height of obsession finally reached its apogee. He never disappointed his fans and took complete care of the seed, he watered it regularly with his consistent performances and looked after its growth and progress at every step. Today, after the germination and further transitions, the seed has transformed into a huge tree, a tree that binds more than a billion branches together. The fruits that it bears are being bestowed to every Cricket lover who admires the game and wants to get involved in it. He has reached the pinnacle of success, the epitome of glory and there is hardly anything left for him to accomplish. But the hunger to do the unthinkable that rests in his soul separates him from the rest. The game is played in a very different way from the way it was played in the earlier days, but this man has adapted to it superbly, much like what a farmer does at the time of adversity. He has an exotic range of strokes in his bag which includes both the traditional as well as modern style of play - much like the implements of a farmer which includes the traditional as well as modern ones for effective farming.
So finally, is he the farmer of Indian Cricket ? You decide. Because, to me he already is more than just a farmer. A farmer puts in a lot of effort while performing his tasks, but even in those delightful years when the productivity increases three folds and reaches new highs, he can’t guarantee food for all and alleviate hunger in the country. But this man brings in smile and ensures satisfaction to even those, who work hard all day, uncertain and unaware as to whether there will be enough money to have any food at night ? A farmer cannot bring back the vision of a blind, but this man brings joy and ecstasy even in those eyes, which can’t see him, but can always feel the emotions in their hearts. Adjectives and superlatives aren't enough to describe the caliber of this man who has been carrying Indian cricket on his shoulders for the past 22 years. Therefore one title that suits him best is “GOD of Cricket”.
Just like a young, passionate farmer, he ploughed his way in the Indian side first, and then in no time, ploughed his way in a billion hearts. Later, with his captivating vigour, he sowed the seeds of passion that he had for the game, which gave rise to the seeds of expectations in many spectator’s hearts and whenever he came into bat, there was an air of jubilation, an air of his exuberance. This passion made the game so popular in India that every youngster wanted to play and be like him. The height of obsession finally reached its apogee. He never disappointed his fans and took complete care of the seed, he watered it regularly with his consistent performances and looked after its growth and progress at every step. Today, after the germination and further transitions, the seed has transformed into a huge tree, a tree that binds more than a billion branches together. The fruits that it bears are being bestowed to every Cricket lover who admires the game and wants to get involved in it. He has reached the pinnacle of success, the epitome of glory and there is hardly anything left for him to accomplish. But the hunger to do the unthinkable that rests in his soul separates him from the rest. The game is played in a very different way from the way it was played in the earlier days, but this man has adapted to it superbly, much like what a farmer does at the time of adversity. He has an exotic range of strokes in his bag which includes both the traditional as well as modern style of play - much like the implements of a farmer which includes the traditional as well as modern ones for effective farming.
So finally, is he the farmer of Indian Cricket ? You decide. Because, to me he already is more than just a farmer. A farmer puts in a lot of effort while performing his tasks, but even in those delightful years when the productivity increases three folds and reaches new highs, he can’t guarantee food for all and alleviate hunger in the country. But this man brings in smile and ensures satisfaction to even those, who work hard all day, uncertain and unaware as to whether there will be enough money to have any food at night ? A farmer cannot bring back the vision of a blind, but this man brings joy and ecstasy even in those eyes, which can’t see him, but can always feel the emotions in their hearts. Adjectives and superlatives aren't enough to describe the caliber of this man who has been carrying Indian cricket on his shoulders for the past 22 years. Therefore one title that suits him best is “GOD of Cricket”.
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