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Thoughts
about Places
Dubai,
2000
How They Serve The Ham in Hawaii
The Hong Kong Diaries
Thoughts
Without Boundaries
Last
Thoughts of 2000
Thinking About Pakistan
Women's Day - The Sad Truth
Oh Hansie
The Rain
The Rose and the Desert
Cup
of Memories
Truth
& Freedom - Moments On A Crowded Planet
Signs.
But Of What??
Thoughts
of love & longing
Camilia
The BlueGrass and The Blood
Smile, Gone, Trust, Friend
The Beginning
The End
The Death
Without You
You Made Me Feel
The Morning
Coffee Machine Blues
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When
I was a child, I was fascinated by Yudhisthir and his honesty. Even
at the age of 8, I had seen enough of the world to know the value
of the white and the not-so-white lie. And the thought of somebody
who went through life without telling an untruth always left me
in awe.
And
when it came to the part when he had to tell Dronacharya the semi
falsehood about Ashwathama's death, it always choked me to think
of his chariot no longer running inches off the ground. And Yudhisthir's
becoming a fallible mortal like the rest of us bothered me to no
end.
Hansie
you would not know about Yudhisthir. You may possibly have heard
about the Mahabharata
or your hands may have been full with
the precocious Tendulkar. And you may have spent all your time managing
the prodigious talent at your disposal, with Zulu and Jacques and
Shaun. But Hansie, you broke our heart! Just like Yudhisthir. You
turned mortal!
Maradona
was never immortal. Not since the hand of god proved that he had
feet of clay. Tyson wasn't immortal. Jordan and Pele came close.
But you Hansie
you were not the star. You were the general.
You were not Arjun, or Bhim. You were Yudhisthir.
Its
easy to imagine Shane Warne throwing a match. Its possible that
Azharuddin is involved. I can believe Wasim Akram getting tired
of turning out performance after performance pumped with injections
to fight diabetes. I can imagine Steven Waugh, behind that poker
face, letting the machiavellian thoughts run amock. I can believe
that Brian Lara on a particularly moody day deciding that a few
fast bucks could be better than another double century. Heck Viv
Richards could have done it for the kick. Sachin Tendulkar could
have done it if he was led astray as a boy.
But
Hansie? Hansie who's grim visage burned holes into my brain whenever
South Africa lost? Hansie who's face radiated silent pain when his
players under-performed? Who's intensity threatened to overshadow
the exultation of many an Indian victory? I can close my eyes and
see Hansie at cover, Hansie walking off the field. Hansie and his
big eyes. And his unsmiling demeanour. Hansie who seemed to wear
his down-to-earth honesty like a badge. Hansie who would be 12th
man to add a new feather to his leadership crown.
Oh
Hansie! What's shaken is not just faith in you. Its faith in ourselves.
Faith in our abilities to spot honesty. Shaken is our faith in the
world. In truth. In fair play and in right. You've confused the
balance between good and evil. You've shaken our faith in heroism.
And in that, the faith we put on ourselves. You were our mirror
of courage Hansie. You were the hero of cricket. You weren't playing
for South Africa. Didn't you know that? You were playing for the
game. You were the face of human strife. Honest, down to goodness
grit, guts and glory. It's a simple formula Hansie. It's the stuff
most legends are made of. The world cried when you picked up the
runners up trophy in the world cup. Didn't you then realise Hansie,
that you were destiny's son? And in front of you lay the two paths.
And now it appears you chose to tread the path many many others
had sullied before you. And you ceased to be the blessed. Your chariot
touched the ground Hansie!
Its
funny, Hansie, you're crime is not that heinous. Now that all the
hubbub is dying, what's left is a few distorted facts and a whole
new perspective. You took a bribe to do your job less diligently.
Its something so many people do as a matter of routine. Politicians,
government servants, office goers, executives, security guards.
But they aren't you. And now you're not you. You were within striking
distance of immortality, Hansie. And now
now we'll never know.
2000
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