The Patriotic Pandemonium of Sachin Tendulkar

On the announcement of Sachin Tendulkar retiring, Rohit Brijnath, in this morning’s Straits Times.

WILL he make a speech, this retiring Sachin Tendulkar, in his home city of Mumbai in November during his last Test and is it the closest we’ll come to a nation crying?
Will grown men snivel, maybe me, too, for his 24-year journey since 1989 was made alongside ours. He, 40, is part of our history, our dialogue, our reading, our growing up. Sport always goes on, but there is a sense of something ending – his career and every vestige of our youth.
Will another player ever find his entry to an Indian field an event in itself? He had India’s attention before it could see him, a frozen nation  waiting for him to emerge from the pavilion and adjust his crotch and take his stance, the only sane man in the stadium Tendulkar himself, unmoved as the crowd  sang out his name like a single-word anthem. Perhaps Napoleon arrived on the battlefield with such similar pomp.
Will people elsewhere ever understand what he meant and the absurdity of his life, wherein a vast, ancient land  found something sporting, substantial, reassuring and unifying in a 16-year-old with a bat? Genius who didn’t swear, smoke, drink. Genius so venerated that he never got to taste the beauty of the ordinary life.
And genius he was, evident in his technique, his composure, his consistency, his longevity, at his best a perfectly-designed, perpetually-polished machine of batsmanship.  He could never be the greatest batsman ever for Donald Bradman had that seat, but he was there next in line.
Will he awake in December happy not to be this secular god any more? Or will he ache for the applause that was his daily music? Tendulkar could not tuck his shirt in or burp without India clapping. All worship has a tinge of madness and a taste of addiction.
Will he potter through 2014, no team meetings, no nets, and will he pick up a bat and put his nose to it, searching for the intoxicating smell of wood, sweat,  tension? Will he switch on an old DVD of himself and watch alone, lonely forever without this game?
Will he regret his last years, his stumbling towards his final century, his testing of public faith, his riding for a brief time on his name when for his entire career he had so wonderfully done the opposite?
Will he write a book and confess his fears or would fans rather he did not, for few want to see their heroes as imperfect? Will he, a reserved man, speak out and settle scores or will he remain this modest, decent, fast-car-driving, image-conscious, soft-spoken enigmatic poet’s son?
Will he watch TV and enjoy the truth that he is the measurement by which modern batsmen are gauged? Yet  will he cringe and wish people would not use his deeds to  burden another prodigy for he knows too well what burdens feel like?
Will India pander to the moment by awarding him the Bharat Ratna, its highest civilian honour, and will he please refuse it for despite all he did, highly-paid cricket does not truly qualify as service to a nation? The star athlete is unworthy alongside the anonymous hero who helps the disadvantaged lead a more dignified life.
If India truly cares it should strike a medal in his name, given not for hundreds scored, but to the young man of any given year who wears his excellence unpretentiously. Greatness is common; in wearing his greatness gently and his legend discreetly, for so long, Tendulkar was uncommon.
Will he please agree to some tests of heart, brain, muscle so we can map his genius and unravel how he wore pressure so persuasively? And what pressure it was.
He played not for a club like Ronaldo, not for a franchise – except later in Twenty20 – like LeBron James, not for himself like Tiger Woods. He did all his work in an India shirt for a struggling nation absent of sporting idols to the sound of patriotic pandemonium. He was constantly informed he was not allowed to fail.
Will Tendulkar, as he lets go of cricket, be finally let go by India, can he be returned, older, worn, lined, back to his family with grateful thanks, for what more can a nation take from him?
India should let him breathe and stand at a distance and at best point and grin and say his name. For the generation that grew up with him, he will be always “Sachin” , never “Mr Tendulkar”. For them  he is forever that boy of wonder  and the batsman who can never be equalled. Without such myth, sport is incomplete.
But  will Tendulkar also understand that everything passes, even him, and new generations own separate heroes, and there will be a time when a snotty kid will ask, in earshot of him, “This Sachin, he was really that good?”
Ah, unless you lived in his time, you’d never believe it. He wasn’t just a person, you see, and certainly no god, he was in fact a singular Indian experience.

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25 thoughts on “The Patriotic Pandemonium of Sachin Tendulkar

  1. The best tribute I’ve read so far.you have
    Spoken on behalf of the millions of cricket followers. Sachin was indeed a singular experience. No one else will make butterflies take flight inside your stomachs like he did.

  2. Very well written .. thank you so much for writing this article. I am very sure that i will be crying in his last match whether he gives a speech or not, your article is good enough to earn a few tears for people who relate with Sachin as you and I do. Thanks Again !!!!

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  4. This is the perfect riposte to most of the trolls who are extremists online, either for or against Sachin! Agree with almost everything you said, for him and (in a way) against him!

  5. You are bang on the truth ” Unless you lived in his time,you’d never believe it ” Here was a man
    who brought immense joy and pride to millions of his countrymen for a long time.

  6. Sachin thinks how will he live without cricket.As an ardent fan of his i thick what cricket i can watch without sachin for the rest of my life

  7. A fitting tribute to the legend who could halt the nation while batting on 99!
    Maybe Dhyanchand was the only other Indian sportsman who could bring in such inspiration and joy to many hearts!!

  8. Man hats off to you for writing such a beautiful blog for the most prominent cricketer in the world…though his greatness can not be defined in words but this is the best blog i have read so far on “THE LEGEND” Sachin…all the best and keep going 🙂

    • JUST NOW I WAS COMMENTING ON ONE POST @ HIM & CRICKET ! I NEEDTO POST THIS TO SUPPORT M VIEWS !GOOD ONE !THANXS FOR SHARING!

  9. Excellent tribute to the master, I have read so far….Thanks he expresses the feelings of many Indians who couldn’t write so well.. I hop his family, his close friends (Not those who cash in his friendship) those who really care, will be with him during the post retirement phase…

  10. Fantastic article. This is the most honest assessment of ST i ve ever read. Hope ST reads it as well. This one is for keeps. Great job!

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  12. Easily the best SRT tribute I’ve read so far- and there have been too many to count! I hope Rohit Brijnath does Sachin’s bio. Would be great to know how SRT’s genius reached its full potential, what made him tick, what ticked him off et al illustrated by anecdotes from his glorious career. There is so much that is known about him – yet I believe so little.

  13. A very true article which contains the words and belief of every Indian of this generation. I do believe, agree and live with it.. One of the people who inspired many and still inspires..

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