Sham. (Disclaimer: once again this may sound like sour grapes, from a disgruntled fox, who else?) I mean that’s what comes to mind when one reads about cricket these days. I also mean that how can all pretences of decency be left behind by people including a minister about a sports event, which needs to be the most goodwill-worthy activity in the world? Now the underworld also seems to have sniffed out the rich scent of money. I don’t know the details so wouldn’t dare to comment, but look at it this way, my way, however pathetic I may sound.But that’s the way I am.
Why are some highly rated players just not giving their best? How is it that such a lot of wide bowls are being thrown (I almost wrote “balled”)? Also consider the number of batsmen hitting the ball into their own stumps. Why are commentators talking to players and umpires? Why is the organiser signing autographs? Why do cheerleaders cheer behind wire meshes (remember, they are supposed to cheer, all right?)? In fact, why cheerleaders who don’t understand a thing about the game (wohi jo phirang karthe hai na?)? Why does the display board read “obscene” when a four has been hit? There are more, but I leave them to your imagination.
Cricket has been reduced to a farce, and I don’t know if it can be redeemed from there.
And most importantly: with so much money going around, I have a sneaky feeling that good money is being frittered after bad. After all, can a country which has the majority living below the poverty line and in which more than fifty per cent of the children are malnourished afford such a sports tamasha?
The scribes, the commentators, the newspaper columnists daren’t open their mouths as they have all been given a share of the vastly un-humble pie, their salaries, the juicy part of the pickings. Nah! They daren’t comment. It is left to a seriously handicapped, though bravely persevering media hands to bring out the truth behind the back-stage shenanigans. They have to be careful as the people they are writing about are big advertisers.
And then comes along these revelations on Twitter. Social networks are dangerous when they are used for personal agendas, which are better left hidden. What comes out may be in the heat of the moment but it’s serious nonetheless. There are no friendships here. Remember Gordon Gekko’s words, “If you need a friend, keep a dawg.”