Saturday 24 September 2016

AB De Villiers autobiography: A fan review

In more ways than one, AB de Villiers would come closest to be described as cricket's very own Lionel Messi- extremely talented as an individual and yet the dream of winning honours playing for his country remains elusive for some strange reasons.
Yet, the journey is nothing but inspirational. And it's always the journey that's most beautiful, isn't it?

It's a journey of an eleven year old kid who wears the famous Jonty Rhodes' cap and drops a catch while playing with his two elder brothers only to have his cap removed and thrown in the dust by his brothers and friends. A humiliated AB then continues to bat and bat to seek redemption for dropping the catch. And yes it's the same youngster a decade later who is now taking some spectacular catches in the field in national colours who forces Jonty himself to say- ''He's my boy!''

It's a journey of a prodigious youngster who is floundering his way out of indiscipline and mediocrity and then all of a sudden wakes up one fine day and decides he wants to be the best in the world. How many people would say they want to be the best and then eventually go on to become the best?
Very few.
AB is one such rare player.
A once in a lifetime player.
A player so talented at various sports like rugby, tennis and cricket that even in his high school he is not sure which sport he is going to pursue.
Thank god, he chose cricket.
Speaking of god,  AB describes how he is a firm believer in god and that on couple of occasions he has even heard god speak to him, to his inner self and it continues to motivate him, to appreciate the little joys in life, to stay grounded and to acknowledge how privileged he has been to pursue a sport which he would play even without money for fun as a profession which now gets him to travel all across the globe.
AB also makes it clear that such a journey would not have been possible without the great friendships he has developed on the field. He writes at length how he cherishes his friendship with Faf Du Plessis who was his best friend and captain at school and about a fast and furious bowler who made his domestic and test debuts alongside him and had an almost similar journey to become the world's best, albeit with the ball, Dale Steyn.
From not being able to defend properly to playing one of the slowest innings in the history of test cricket to ensure a draw, he talks about the sheer exhilaration of batting with Faf Du Plessis on that eventful day at Adelaide when the high school friends who were once suspended for lack of discipline decided to grind it out in a battle of sheer attrition.
He writes about the team bonding and the willingness to take up any job for the team and setting example as a senior player now. He writes in detail the importance of having great seniors and mentors in the team and he particularly writes about the big three- Smith, Kallis and Boucher and how Kallis was the person who actually made him understand the importance of playing defensive cricket.
There was a time when his career appeared at crossroads. Then the fateful tour to India happened. Ahmedabad test happened. A transformed and more disciplined AB took centrestage as a brilliant double hundred helped South Africa defeat India at home and the juggernaut rolled on from there- a journey of dizzying personal highs and demoralising lows as a team while representing at world cups. He acknowledges how India and IPL in particular has played a pivotal role in the making of this beautiful journey. He writes how humbling it has been for him to receive so much love and adulation from Indian crowds even when he is playing against them and that the cheer: ''A..B.. D..'' from the stands will continue to reverberate in his memory forever.
There is also a dream that AB talks about which keeps waking him up every so often- that of him affecting a run out to win South Africa a world cup and how he desperately wants it to come true some day before he hangs his boots.
Don't expect AB to be like Kevin Pietersen. There are no startling revelations. No conspiracies. It's a honest account of an equally honest boy from Bela-Bela who has now made Bengaluru his second home.
Those who have watched AB only on highlights or only in last few years or only in IPL seem to have an opinion that AB was a born genius, a player cut from some different cloth. However, AB puts all such flattering notions to rest as he describes the process of how a player who averaged a mediocre 37 in tests in 2008 goes on to become the best batsman across all formats by staggeringly improving his stats. But, AB clearly mentions very early into the book that cricket is a game beyond just stats and that stats don't always do justice. AB writes about the emotional aspect of playing the game, of the grit to fight it out in 46 degrees heat of Chennai or the chilling cold of Wellington which adds so much flavour to cricket as a sport.
All in all, the autobiography brings out the human side of a batsman who has been described by cricket fans as a superhuman for his genius. Read the book and fall in love with this genius and if you love him already, read it and love him more. Get inspired because that is the underlying message- anyone can become the best in their field, all it takes is just a proper method and dedication.
Happy reading.

Saturday 17 September 2016

On FEAR and TRUST

ON FEAR AND TRUST..

At some level, we have all been broken- at some point in life.

Broken by swords.
Broken by words..
Broken by TRUST.

Not all wounds have a visible dressing, not all fractures have a plaster.

But, we are broken.

Broken by the demons in the outer world...
Broken by the demons our mind conjures up every night..

And in the process we have lost small fragments of us..
We have become the pieces of jigsaw puzzles on a chess board..
It's really complicated..
We want to find other pieces that we can fit with to make a complete picture but we are afraid since we are always treading on a chessboard, unsure and also sceptical of someone's next move, unsure whether to embrace or to checkmate.
We have lost the art of identifying people!
Oh but nobody possessed that art!
 Even history is a witness- a witness to friends turning their backs on each other, of strangers shaking hands for a cause, of benevolent sacrifices, of malicious conquests, of cold non-alliances..

We have maligned the meaning of that word-
TRUST..

Patients don't TRUST their doctors.
Citizens don't TRUST the government.
Neighbouring countries don't TRUST each other.

We live each day in each other's fear..
In the shadows of the nuclear bombs that we all secretly possess..
We know we can hurt someone.  But we also we know we can be hurt ourselves..
But we still play with the fire.
And the fear.
Because FEAR is a great thing..
A force stronger than TRUST itself..
A force so strong that can unite us or divide us..
So, we cling on to those who we think can protect us or can share with us- our FEARS!!
So, smaller fish will form a school, the cattle will form a herd, and men will form a crowd.. We are united by FEAR..

But our FEAR looms nonchalantly alone-
The Shark, the lion and another man with something beneath his shirt!
Often they will come alone and yet break us down. Because we are United by FEAR and not by TRUST..

We are together and yet we are FEARFUL..

The men came together and formed civilizations in the FEAR of wild animals, ghosts, demons and  natural calamities..
And then when there was no FEAR to be FEARED, we started to FEAR each other.. Because too much power, too much acquaintance only makes us more vulnerable.

Yet, we are pieces of jigsaw puzzles on a chess board- wanting and yet FEARING each other..

But, as my college professor Dr. Somashekhar Nimbalkar sir said when I WhatsApped him the draft of this blog- ''Be Abhih! Be fearless!''

After all, as it has been mentioned in one of our Sanskirt verses-
''Abhayam mitrad-abhayam-amitrad abhyam-jnatad abhayam paroksat*
*Abhayam naktam-abhayam diva nah sarva asa mama mitram bhavantu*''
Atharvaveda 19.15.6

Meaning:
 May we be fearless from my friends and from those who are not my friends. (Gyatat abhyam) may we be fearless from known persons and (yah puraha abhyam) and from those who are in front of me ( Naha naktam abhyam) may we be fearless from night (Diva abhyam) as well as in day (Mama sarvaha ashaha) all our desires and all the four directions (Mitram bhavantu) may become our friends.


- Devashish Palkar

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