Farewell, Sachin Tendulkar

Farewell, Sachin Tendulkar

November 6, 2013

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; 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 did not 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 anymore? 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.

Compiled by Team M3.tv with inputs from Rohit Brijnath's tribute to Sachin Tendulkar published on October 15, 2013 in The Straits Times.

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Comments (8)
Sampurna Reply
November 15, 2013
Everyone is going to miss you. You will always stay in the heart of cricket lovers around the world.love uuuuuuuuu.
Arindam Reply
November 15, 2013
Will love you always little fellow!!!!
Avijit Ghose Reply
November 15, 2013
He didn't score a century at Wankhede for sure, but he's scored enough in his career for his fame to last for ever.
Mainak Reply
November 07, 2013
Hope to see him as the national team coach.
Kunal Reply
November 07, 2013
The God will not walk down the pitch with his bat. A melancholic tune grips the people.
Ivy Ghoshal Reply
November 07, 2013
It is really a heartbreaking news for all cricket lovers. But such is life. Age betrays sports people.
Bikash Biswas
November 15, 2013
Yes, it is sad that he's retiring. But one has to, some day. And today, he scored a brilliant 74. With the way WI is playing, there won't be a need for a second innings, I think.
Shamim Reply
November 06, 2013
One more Test in Mumbai and its goodbye. Time flies, but memories last forever.
Amit Reply
November 06, 2013
This is the perfect tribute to the legend.
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