Rebels mellow. They adjust, they compromise. They buy a house, settle down, change diapers, drive below the speed limit, nod along at work to whatever the boss says, and score excruciatingly-painful-to-watch double centuries without driving through off.
Not Virender Sehwag. He started a rebel and signed off as one.
“I also want to thank everyone for all the cricketing advice given to me over the years and apologise for not accepting most of it! I had a reason for not following it; I did it my way.” [Link]
Yes he did. He did it his way. Day in and day out. He played cricket the way a schoolboy played it, pahele ball ko chauka marenge, century ko sixer maarke layenge, and he did this at the highest level, against the best of opposition, over years, on hard foreign pitches and on domestic dustbowls, all without losing a beat. Coaches grabbed him by the collar, experts urged watchfulness, and yet he never listened, he never toned it down. Some may argue that the backup provided by the greatest batting middle-order India has ever seen gave him the license to be Sehwag, but something tells me, that he would have been the same, either way.
I am going to miss the man. I am going to miss that cavalier devil-may-care-attitude, those rattling shots through the off-side, the four to start and the six to finish, the mumbling to self, and the every-shot-can-be-the-last unpredictability. I am going to miss that excitement at the pit of the stomach as he walks out to the field, sauntering in slowly, like an employee at the department of motor vehicles, back to work after a satisfying lunch. And I am going to miss swearing at him as he throws his wicket to the most bizarre of shots just when he has the opposition on their knees and then walks off the square, with nary a show of disappointment or anguish.
So thank you old boy. Thank you for the runs. Thank you for the artistry. And thank you for your badassery.
You made us feel alive.
11 thoughts on “Goodbye Viru”
As per WIkipedia,
Sehwag & Don Bradman are the only batsmen to make three Test scores of 290-plus.
That says something. Also the fact that 5 of the top 10 fastest double hundreds are his.
He is the most zen person I have ever seen. Not just among athletes, among anyone. He could put Shaolin monks to shame.
A very interesting observation…if I may say so, didn’t exhibit the qualities you would normally associate with a delhi player
Agree with KC. Sehwag’s calm and soft demeanour was a major reason why I liked him. Nowadays people confuse arrogance with confidence and abusing with aggression. An excellent example is kohli who fits the typical stereotype of a delhi guy. Someone should show kohli videos of ganguly to demonstrate that passion doesn’t necessarily mean abusing teammates and opposition.
Great read. A superb ode to Sehwag. A nonsensical blogpost from my side
He definitely made everyone feel alive…my love for cricket faded first with Dada retiring & now Viru…players who wore their hearts on their sleeves while playing and did their thing despite whatever be the situation as described by the so called experts…the devil may care attitude…thank you for the great moments & entertainment.
Sehwag was, well, forget it. The dictionary needs a new word.
One of my friends had chance to meet him outside ground in Australia
He asked for autograph and sehwag verbally abused him for no reason
Free Ka autograph lene aa Gaye ben****
Lost respect for him that day
But yeah sehwag remains quentin Tarantino of cricket
I know nothing of the actual rules of cricket, except that I enjoy screaming along with fans when there is an Indian and Pakistan game on and India wins. Im ashamed to admit that…since I’m Indian! I was sent here by other bloggers who say your blog is a well needed pill to get my thoughts flowing right. …err.. so hello!
And watching him playing like as if we are watching a thriller movie. Anything can happen in the next ball.
plz post the bloggers’ meet videos.