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Rohit Brijnath on Rahul Dravid
Rahul Dravid: The gift of reassurance At the core of the great athlete often resides a self-centred animal. Lit up by the spotlight, the rest of the world falls into his shadow. Once, a former cricketer, his nationality irrelevant, dined at my house and was staggeringly oblivious to my other guests. He was prepared to be questioned, he simply did not have any for them. As if they were the distant, faceless crowd in a tiny stadium. It is here, for me, that Rahul Dravid found his point of difference. Life intrigued him, even yours. When he once came to Singapore, he charmed my friends (one gave him batting advice; he smiled). What are you reading, he’d ask. What do you think, he’d query. Not about cricket, but tennis, toughness, politics. He’d linger in bookshops, stroll into theatres, sit in wildlife parks. One year he opted to go and learn from a visual skills specialist in South Africa; last summer, he drove to Chelsea FC to wander through their Mind Room. From his wide interests emerged cricket’s most interesting man. He wore polished shoes but never an aura. In a world of Gods, he preferred his humanness, an unadorned man battling his own imperfections with a low-key dignity. He was forever conscious of the families he represented (his own, the team, the fans, the game at large) and owned an authentic decency we crave in athletes but rarely find. My mother is not given at all to cricket watching, yet sent me a mail after his retirement press conference which included the words “poised”, “grace”, “dignity”. If the old-fashioned among us have a quaint notion of what the athlete should represent, then he met it for us. Greatness can be worn gently, a man can stay true for 16 years to the idea that desire and sportsmanship, ambition and etiquette, are not virtues in conflict. We needed a reminder that even amidst the over-indulgence and over-worship of modern sport a man need not lose himself. Dravid was precocious that way, always the grown-up cricketer. He had a conscience and in a way became ours. There is for me an irony in the mourning for him in a time of Virat Kohli worship. Perhaps we realise what we are losing, perhaps the time of such men has passed. He was teased recently that it was fortunate he was not 22 for he would be a misfit: Dravid with his hair jelled, a tattoo of his wife Vijeeta on his forearm, retinue in tow, snarling, is an image both amusing and obscene. Dravid took cricket seriously but not always himself. Or you. During the 1999 World Cup, on watching me take a few casual swipes with his bat, he fell off his hotel bed laughing and offered this advice: “Please, don’t ever write about technique”. His batting could be classical, yet he never viewed himself as the classical hero. As he said: “My only qualification is that I come on television more than a nurse or a soldier or a teacher. Anyway, I don’t think sportsmen can really be considered heroes.” Indeed, in the evening after his retirement press conference, he suggested with amusement that his immediate future included “practising my new sweep shot with a broom”. I met him first in 1996, a slim young man, shirt tucked in, hair parted, and his method on the field would be as fastidious. He saw the nylon cages of the pratice nets as his university and practiced like a man pursuing a degree he might never earn. There, and on the field, it was the discovery of himself, this uniquely private moment, which he most relished. For him, and you’d groan when he repeated his favourite word, it was about the “process”. There were many batsmen in Rahul Dravid. The worst one once found him the most applause. In some forgotten one-dayer, he smashed a quick fifty (these very words must make him shiver) and he joked that he received more handshakes for it than anything before. Of course, he could be a picture of balanced harmony, his shots all refined architecture, and this was becoming. But the cussed Dravid, a man of team cause not crowd, was my favourite, playing to his own scholarly sheet music. Laxman offered me art, Sehwag liberation, Tendulkar consistent genius, but Dravid taught us that reassurance is a gift. For such a neat man, he loved an ugly scrap. Runs might emerge in unsightly dribbles -- sometimes it was as if to be uninhibited was an act of immodesty for him -- but he’d keep going, a leave, a block, a block, a leave, and this should have been boring -- and well, yes, sometimes it was -- except by the end he’d built a lead, or rescued a situation, or offered us a winning chance and you’d look at this man, shirt bound by sweat, ferocious in his concentration, and just think, bloody hell. Struggle, in all its forms, was his hymn. And so even as he spoke easily with journalists, his finest conversations were his internal dialogues, which on request he would articulate. After his brilliant match-winning innings in Adelaide 2003, he said: “You can’t concentrate for 10 hours, you switch on and off, you push yourself, your mind wanders, you bring it back, you steel yourself. That’s the real beauty, when you win the battle against yourself.” And he wanted to win, and if he took defeat manfully he also did so painfully. On the night after India had exited the 2007 World Cup under his captaincy, on the phone he sounded as if he was dying. I liked him for this and for his willingness to discuss his own and sufficient imperfections. Because he wouldn’t flinch from honesty and you could challenge him on his thinking as captain or get him to laugh at his own unhurriedness. Because he understood talent is only lent to you for a while and that only ceaseless industry can allow for its consistent expression. Because he has a strong sense of himself, for even as kind bloggers would call him “unsung”, he’d say, no, enough has been sung about me. Who he was more than just a cricketer and it was evident in our last meeting in October last year. He had been invited to a discussion on the sporting mind to inaugurate the Bangalore launch of Olympic shooting gold medallist Abhinav Bindra’s autobiography. “No speech, right?” he insisted, for that would mean a month’s dutiful hard labour for him. No, I promised. Only a discussion. Except on launch day, in the evening, he took me aside. “I’d like to make a short speech, is that OK?” And so he did, a charming, generous introduction about Bindra and his virtues and the challenge of the Olympics. He is 10 years older than the shooter and far more celebrated, but this was not his moment, he wanted the shooter to have the sun and being in the shadows anyway held no fear for him. It was not Dravid at his best, it was simply just Dravid being himself. http://www.livemint.com/Articles/201...t-of-reas.html
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Feb 2012: Dravid should retire immediately. Mar 2012: Dravid could have carried on for 1 or 2 years Last edited by ahamedirshad123; 10th March 2012 at 11:20. Reason: added URL |
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Post one article at a time so that we can at least read and discuss it.
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Discuss what? SRT vs Dravid?
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Feb 2012: Dravid should retire immediately. Mar 2012: Dravid could have carried on for 1 or 2 years |
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Goodbye Dravid. Best Test bat from India. True match winner.
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The greatest quality of his batting was his RELENTLESSNESS. The ability to trust himself, back himself, being strict with himself, absorbing the pressure & sticking by his limits in tough situations.
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At the end of the day, fans remember the highest scorers , MoM or biggest impact players of test match wins. Indian bowlers rarely gave chances to batsmen to win test matches abroad. So when they give batsmen needs to cash in. Adelide was one of that test wins which came out of nowhere where Chagarkar surprise everyone with 6fer and Dravid cashed in or vice versa. Same is the case in Perth but ofcourse SRT's 70 and Lax's 70 was very crucial too and so was IK's crucial wickets but Dravid's innings had the max impact on the test match. There are lots of test matches where SRT takes credit for wins like Eng in 2007 where he was the highest scorer in Nottingham test. But in Australia, to me, the credit goes to Dravid because he made biggest impact in those games. Another ex - Series Win in WI in 2006 where Dravid was the highest scorer in both ininings of the 4th test |
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not the best analogy,but wen even the mostcorrupt politician dies,people talk about served the nation .nobody talks that he looted people.its called sense of ocassion
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Definitely an ATG, probably the best test batsman ever from India and the second best overall.
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In 2008 Aus, you forgot the highest wkt. taker RP Singh dropped after 4 months of that tour for 3 yrs. Indian way of misusing talent? Aus and Eng find positives when they lose, for India it is the 'end' when the batting fails, doesn't matter whether the bowlers do well or not, CB series is a good example. 'Indian bowlers rarely gave chances to batsmen to win test matches abroad.' Bowlers did very well overseas from 2001-2008, it is unfair and shows India's poor cricketing culture if bowlers are blamed for not winning matches. eg. NZ 2002,WI 2002,SA 2006 none of these 3 losses can be blamed on bowlers. |
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A gentleman champion of timeless steel and dignity
When Rahul Dravid walked into the dressing room of the St Lawrence ground in Canterbury on a cold spring morning, you could tell he was different from all the others. He did not swagger with cockiness or bristle with macho competitiveness. He went quietly round the room, shaking the hand of every Kent player - greeting everyone the same, from the captain to the most junior. It was not the mannered behaviour of a seasoned overseas professional; it was the natural courtesy of a real gentleman. We met a special human being first, an international cricketer second.
![]() The cricketer was pretty good, too. Dravid joined Kent for the 2000 season, and I spent much of it at number four, coming in one after Dravid (not that he was the departing batsman very often). That meant I had some wonderful opportunities to bat alongside the player who became the highest scoring No. 3 of all time. What did I learn? I learnt that real toughness takes many different forms. Dravid could appear shy and slightly vulnerable off the pitch; in the middle, you sensed a depth of resilience. Many overseas players liked to set themselves apart from the county pros - as though they had to swear more loudly and clap their hands more violently to prove that international cricketers were tougher than the rest. Not Dravid. He never paraded his toughness - it emerged between the lines of his performances. Instead, he always talked about learning, about gathering new experiences - as though his cricketing education wasn't complete, as though there were many more strands of his craft to hone. His journey, you could tell, was driven by self-improvement. One word has attached itself to Dravid wherever he has gone: gentleman. The word is often misunderstood. Gentlemanliness is not mere surface charm - the easy lightness of confident sociability. Far from it: the real gentleman doesn't run around flattering everyone in sight, he makes sure he fulfils his duties and obligations without drawing attention to himself or making a fuss. Gentlemanliness is as much about restraint as it is about appearances. Above all, a gentleman is not only courteous, he is also constant: always the same, whatever the circumstances or the company. ![]() In that sense, Dravid is a true gentleman. Where many sportsmen flatter to deceive, Dravid runs deep. He is a man of substance, morally serious and intellectually curious. For all his understatement, he couldn't fail to convey those qualities to anyone who watched him properly. I last bumped into Dravid late last year at a charity dinner at the Sydney Cricket Ground. He was the same as he always has been - warm, self-deprecating, curious about the lives of others. As ever, he made a point of asking about my parents - their health and happiness - although he has never met them. Family and friendship, you sense, are central to his life and his values. In the q&a that followed his speech, one answer got close to the core of his personality. What motivated him still, after all these years and so many runs? Dravid said that as a schoolboy, he remembered many kids who had at least as much desire to play professional cricket as he did - they attended every camp and net session, no matter what the cost or the difficulty of getting there. But you could tell - from just one ball bowled or one shot played - that they simply didn't have the talent to make it. He knew he was different. "I was given a talent to play cricket," Dravid explained. "I don't know why I was given it. But I was. I owe it to all those who wish it had been them to give of my best, every day." What a brilliant inversion of the usual myth told by professional sportsmen: that they had unexceptional talent and made it to the top only because they worked harder. Dravid spoke the truth. Yes, he worked hard. But the hard work was driven by the desire to give full expression to a God-given talent. On the field, what set Dravid apart was a rare combination of technical excellence, mental toughness and emotional restraint. He was restrained in celebration, just as he was restrained in disappointment - exactly as the true gentleman should be. And yet his emotional self-control co-existed with fierce competitiveness and national pride. Dravid has single-handedly disproved the absurd argument that tantrums and yobbishness are a sign of "how much you care" or, worse still, "how much you want it". Dravid was rarely outdone in terms of hunger or passion. And he was never outdone in terms of behaviour or dignity. Those twin aspects of his personality - the dignified human being and the passionate competitor - ran alongside each other, the one never allowed to interfere with the other. He knew where the boundaries were, in life and in cricket. ![]() I am an optimist by nature. I do not think that sport is perpetually declining from some mythical golden age. But sometimes I cannot avoid the sense that a certain type of sportsman is an increasingly endangered species. I have that feeling now, as Dravid declares his innings closed. No longer will he take guard with that familiar hint of politeness, even deference. No longer will he raise his bat to the crowd as if he is genuinely thanking them for their applause - the bat tilted outwards in acknowledgement of the supporters, not just waved frantically in an orgy of personal celebration. No longer will he stand at first slip, concise and precise in his movements - a cricketer first, an athlete second. No longer will the high Dravid back-swing and meticulous footwork link this generation with the great technicians of the past. It would be nice to argue that no cricketer is irreplaceable, that sport is defined by continuity rather than full stops, that there will soon be another Dravid, another champion cricketer of timeless steel and dignity. But I don't think there will be. I think Dravid will be remembered as the last in a great tradition of batsmen whose instincts and temperament were perfectly suited to Test match cricket. It is not an exaggeration to say that a whole strand of the game - a rich vein that runs through the game's poetic heart - departs the scene with India's greatest ever No. 3. Playing Twenty20 cricket won't teach anyone to become the next Rahul Dravid. In years to come, perhaps too late, we may realise what we have lost: the civility, craft and dignity that Dravid brought to every cricket match in which he played. ![]() - Ed Smith Played for Kent & England |
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touching,,!!!great player...
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What a gentleman, thanking PCB too
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Must have been looked after really well
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Wonderful player with impeccable stats. Will be hard to replace.
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Steve Waugh my role model, says Rahul Dravid
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Waugh and Dravid, both will credit their success more to hard work and dedication than just natural ability.
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Good on BCCI for arranging a felicitation ceremony for Dravid.
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One day we might have another Dravid. Maybe.
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^ We will NEVER have another Dravid. His style of batting is almost extint. He was the last of his kind.
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Rahul Dravid, a gentleman champion of timeless steel and dignity: Ed Smith
Brilliant writing, and a fantastic tribute to the wall:
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I was Desperate to Succeed -- Rahul Dravid
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We(Indian) are very thankful to Rahul Dravid for his great service to Indian cricket...
Thankyou Rahul....Hats off to you... ![]() And its a very good read ...thanks navroks123 for sharing it ...
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One of the best ever sportsman to have represented our country at the international arena. So proud to have him as our player.
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legend!
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He NEVER showed this "desperation for success" in a public statement or in a press conference or in a talk show or in an interview. He had a mountain load of concentration in his mind and fire to succeed in his belly BUT his lips were TIGHTLY CLOSED !! He let his sublime character and his performance do the talking. And now, he has spoken about his success ONLY after it has been achieved. What a genius !! These guys are at a whole different level of IQ in contrast to Pakistani players who are mostly a classical example big boast little roast. .. "I will do this and I will do that" ... and then end up humiliated and left in cold. |
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classy player and classier guy. it was a privilege to watch him play
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Dravid is one Indian i would love to see made ICC president in the future, we need people like him in positions of power or test cricket is doomed.
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I find Dravid too sweet , his 'politically correct' statements (talking to the Foreign media) just not what I like to see. he sounds so fake atleast to me. English media uses him to put Ganguly ,SRT down (by comparing them). Last edited by Lethalweapon; 7th July 2012 at 06:53. |
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sachin tries to be politically correct and most of the times avoids giving any views ![]() but dada is dada ![]() dravid falls somewhere in between them
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