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Friday, January 13, 2012

A trip down memory lane with India’s oldest Test cricketer

Peter May was at the striker’s end as Vinoo Mankad, one of India’s greatest spinners, ran in slowly and bowled a floater on middle and leg. The venue was Lord’s and the year 1952. As May went for the powerful pull, the crowds – in the replays era – cheered, anticipating a six, when suddenly the agile man behind the stumps sprang a surprise.

Umpire Frank Chester came running towards him from the square leg and said, ‘Well caught.’ The man was none other than Madhav Mantri.

Now 90, his face mostly hidden by black-rimmed glasses, a cervical collar round his neck, a little hunched by the years, dressed in a plain white kurta-pyjama — Mantri, better known as Sunil Gavaskar’s uncle, is also the oldest surviving Test cricketer in the country, is nowhere close to even being ‘old.’ Mantri still treasures the compliment that came from umpire Chester. He told him what a fine wicketkeeper he was when he sent May, the hero to many an English schoolboy cricketer, walking back to the pavilion. May was one of the best English batsmen of the post-war era and went on to become one of its greatest skippers as well.

As old as he is, Mantri displays a zest for life that is almost unmatched. He is a board member of a leading co-operative bank, the trustee of a prominent school and a former teacher whose students still seek his approval before sending anything for publishing.
He is a little hard of hearing now, and has to strain his eyes to read the letters his students send him; but his memory has not been blurred by the passage of time.

He remembers every minute he spent on the cricket field. The moment he starts talking about cricket, he comes alive.

He was only a boy of 18 when he scored his first century — but the excitement has not faded away– it is still clearly visible in his sparkling eyes which have many a story to tell. And it’s infectious.

Mantri played 95 first-class matches, and scored 4403 runs with seven hundreds including a top score of 200. He managed to play just four Tests for India, scoring 67 runs with eight catches and one stumping, but he had a career that was indeed ‘first-class’ in the eyes of many.

Like all other cricketers, Mantri’s first brush with cricket was Mumbai’s very own ‘gully cricket’. He played in the by-lanes of Hindu Colony in Dadar, and unlike now, the roads would remain empty, without a single bike or a car parked. “My father would give me four annas whenever I took more than five wickets in inter-lane matches,” he fondly remembers, breaking into a child-like grin. With that encouragement he moved on from the bylanes of Mumbai to the Mecca of cricket.

In 1933, as a 12-year-old, he went to Bombay Gymkhana with his father to watch the first ever India-England Test match played in India. England needed 39 runs to win, and Charlie Barnett completed the victory against the ‘minnows’ in a grand style as he hit two towering sixes. Nearly 20 years later, Mantri bumped into Barnett on his 1952 tour to England, and reminded him about the victory. Barnett was delightfully amazed. Little did he knew, that one day someone would praise him and remember his cricket as he remembered Barnett’s.

In the early 70s when Mantri met the UK Deputy High Commissioner, he was asked whether he smashed Douglas Wright (England spinner) for a six in Canterbury. “The ball came to me in the crowd,” he said. This time, Mantri was left amazed.

Mantri who stopped playing cricket for almost six decades ago still ‘thinks, dreams and lives’ cricket. He still retains his boyish charm, living his adolescent dream in a vicarious way. When asked about his love for the city, all the 90-year-old reminisces about is the gully cricket he played as a boy. This encapsulates Mantri in many ways. Mumbai, childhood, joy.. can all be summed up in one word; cricket.

Making his first-class debut for Bombay in February 1941, Mantri set an Indian wicket-keeping record of nine scalps that remained unbroken till 1980 when Mumbai’s Zulfikar Parkar got the perfect 10.

He goes down memory lane to relate a story that never fails to draw chuckle. He remembers the day he met Sharmila Tagore, but couldn’t recognise her. “In those days we didn’t have TV, and I didn’t go to the theatre much.” Sharmila Tagore wanted a seat to watch a match in which Pataudi was playing. Mantri without recognizing her gave her an ordinary seat from where almost nothing could be seen. Later, when he saw ‘Kashmir Ki Kali’, he jumped on his seat as he recognised the woman was the one whom he had once refused the premier seat. He bursts into laughter as he remembers the incident.

Summing up India’s latest performances he says, “This team doesn’t know how to field. We were always reminded, unless you are a good fielder, you are not in the team.” But suddenly waking up from the reveries of his past feats, Mantri slips almost unknowingly to the present scenario…and sighs “But, now they don’t care about those things anymore.”

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Needs new. More new.

I do not like blogging in blogspot anymore. There's so much to write about. A new job, a new town, new people, new friends..if I can call them so..and ofcourse new life.

Yes, I must write something about my new life in Bombay. But, I don't like blogging anymore in this old format. I need new things.

I want everything to turn new with a blink of my eye.

Please happen soon. Otherwise I might never come back. And ofcourse I am lyeing.

Writing is my life now.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Absolute Blah...

life is a big fat bitch.
and so is the world.
but.
some things are sweet.
Its just a phase, maybe it’ll pass
But just as long as it lasts…I’ll smile,
wont you too?
Even half a smile will do
(:

Thursday, April 28, 2011

jobless.:)

Placements began two weeks back.The joy of getting your first job, I am sure would be the greatest. Praying to god, reading the news over and over and wishes from near and dear ones was just the beginning of your success to be achieved.
Every day I began to realize I have grown up, I need a job. But no prayers worked for me.
They came, called, I sat through it all..but they forgot to choose me.

I am not complaining. I never have. Have I ever doubted my capabilities?
no.not even know after consecutive failures.

I know I will make it big someday, somewhere. Don't know if that would come as a journalist, but I shall.

But today, in spite of knowing it all, i feel like a failure. I will have to go back home, to things I thought I would never have to look back to. I failed to get the new life that I had promised myself. The not getting a job doesn't hurt, but the going back to the past simply kills.

Do I have an option?

Can I cry tonight?

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Heart broken? Nah!

It happens every time. I like a guy..like him more...like him crazily..start dating, get trapped in an emotion which has no name. Every thing seems Bollywood. But soon after the oh-so-cute-guy turns into the biggest nightmare. I have no clue why how and when I turn these guys into an intolerable species called, 'obsessed'. My journalism fails to answer all these questions.

I hate being judged. I have made that clear to every single person I met. I don't judge you...so why the hell would you?If you don't like me, don't pretend to be friends.Go and bury yourself somewhere else.

I have no clue why does it happen to me everytime..

No.no more heartbreaks. The heart is already broken. But the man I thought had the perfect glue to fix it, couldn't. Smashed it a lil' more. A bad engineer, I would say.:)

P.S. : I am picking up the broken pieces. A few seems missing. But doesn't matter. Ill take care of the ones that's left.

I sincerely wish I didn't have a heart.It just wouldn't hurt so much.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Unexpected always..

Things have been unexpected for me all the time...

eight months in ACJ...
I thought I would hate the place, and life would be difficult..
but 60 more days is not enough to absorb the love that's all around in the air.

Made some great friends.
Learnt more than I expected.

And most of all...learnt to be on my own. :)

Things to happen for the good.

P.S. I just came back this morning, after a nice weekend at home.delicious food!
I sit here in the lab, with my sore foot high up on the air. It hurts.:(

Yet, it dosen't matter anymore...I have learnt how to be on my OWN.

Monday, July 5, 2010

finally.... ACJ.

No more form filling.no more last dates.no more demand drafts.no more mugging up names from newspaper in sleepy eyes.no more running about.no more traveling for interviews.
finally it is Asian College of Journalism.
the day I got on the coromandel express to go to chennai for my interview,I was not just sceptical,but almost was hating the trip in the non-ac coach because of unavailability of tickets.and more so because...no more free messages for the next 5days!
no body understood my language.I was an alien if I did not know tamil or telegu.the names of places were hardly pronounceable.the smell of idli-vada.extremely hot with maximum humidity.onions.getting highly excited at noticing KFC!
yes,I was in Tamil Nadu.:)
the interview happened.the unusual sort of interview.no current affairs,no grilling.but just a plain simple interview.From where do i find weed in kolkata to how much i hate mamata banerjee,I had to tell them all.
next two days went about trying not to get bored..and me and mom exploring tamil nadu.
finally,after all the hustle bustle we landed in kolkata.ah!home feels wonderful.
two days later,after I got to know I got thru' ACJ,it was decided.I am going.though many advised not to..'journalism?huh!u'll never get a job'...'complete your masters,economics has a lot of prospects'...and etc...though I was sure of my decision to pursue journalism all these years,but a strange fear seemed to envelope me.I hate the feeling of going away.I hate leaving my cushiony bed here;the window thru which i could see the moon;my book shelf;lyeing down on my terrace mending my heatbreaks;puchkawalla;chicken rolls and those evening strolls;durga pujo;friends and all those sudden plans;group studies;my mom's lap;fights with my sister,blaming each other for every thing;messed up room;shopping malls and kebabs with dad;nandan and movies;newmarket and shopping sprees.Can I simply leave them all and get into a new life?
I'll be leaving on 9th.three more days.yes,I listened to my heart.:)
no more sceptical.excited,happy and confident,determined.yet,the fear of building a new life.leaving away the most precious things still scares me.keeping my fingers crossed.
off to a new city.away from home..