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#47: It’s all about temperament of Test Cricket


IPL is on. And the gentlemen’s game matters for 20 overs an inning. Ocean of runs and so of wickets resembles the unpredicted mode of life. Life changes the way game changes in a T20 match and so on. All is well for excitement and entertainment but at the end a fake image of what we think life is. Life ain’t always about all is well, it’s about… Let me elaborate it…

While working with Metaphor of cricket for life, it’s neither T20 nor even one day match that suites perfectly. Life’s more about test cricket. Being a batsman you can’t hit boundary on every ball. You got to wait for right ball. You need to wait for bowler to make mistake and give you a chance to make runs. This needs patience and much much more patience what we call temperament. Circumstances may go tougher day by day, it’s your vision and endurance of not losing wicket that keeps you in the match called life. Now certainly T20 has got limited overs so chances of losing game in different conditions increases but on the other way it increases the risk taking capability too. Consider you’ve got 30-40 years ahead and you’re planning accordingly wherein your plans are steady stable somewhat. And consider the reverse one in which you’ve got only few months left with you. The priorities change and so as the temperament. You might have seen patients avoiding the prohibited guidelines of a doctor in last days. Make it two for here. Although these all metaphorical statements artificially artistically are good but still they aren’t real. No matter how exciting or entertaining it is, life’s never a T20 match. You take chances and leave it to destiny whether it goes for a boundary hit or not is certainly not a life’s attitude. You got to struggle that’s what life tells you. You got to fight till end that’s what life teaches you. You got to play the shots technically right that not leaves the decision on destiny that’s what life’s all about. Yes, it’s all about temperament of test cricket that makes life livable. To cut the matter short is

शमां एक रात जलती हे गम-ए-मौत में परवाने के
कुछ दिये आंधियों में भी जहाँ को रोशन रखते हे...

It’s up to you whether you wish to burn for a night in condolence or wish to enlighten the world even in the windstorm. Keep up the temperament of test cricket. Keep reading RS. Love – DJ.
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