Sunday, August 20, 2017

And there was silence

Sanjay was the only child of a cricket player who went on to represent India.  But one didn’t have to know a thing about the sport or his father Vijay to get to know him because he never played or followed cricket.  His mother Lakshmi never had an issue with that.  What she had an issue with but rarely voiced was the chasm that existed between her religious beliefs and his atheistic leanings.  He would accompany her to temples but wait outside until she was finished.  She would pray for a bit more quiet to silence the din in Sanjay’s mind, a place where events from 1998 routinely paid a visit and played off-key notes.


March 20, 1998.  MAC stadium in Chennai, India. 

The stadium emanated heat like a frying pan.  Beads of sweat ran across Vijay’s forehead.  The heat was not the only culprit; the game had come down to the wire.  His opposition needed 16 runs to win off the last six balls, a stiff but not impossible task.  After he made changes to the field, he sprinted to his fielding position, barely a few feet away from the batsman. 

No sooner had the bowler completed his delivery stride than the batsman hit the ball in Vijay’s direction with the ferocity of a howitzer.  The ball traveled at a pace that even a cricketer blessed with Vijay’s reflexes could not stop the ball from hitting his forehead.  His wail echoed all around the stadium, most notably in the direction of Lakshmi who had been watching this from the pavilion, with six-year old Sanjay seated on her lap.  As Vijay collapsed, she rushed to his side. 

The clock in the hospital seemed frozen.  Lakshmi’s stomach felt like the insides of an overpowered blender.  She was surrounded by her family and Vijay’s teammates.  Meanwhile, Sanjay was at home wondering why his grandparents had come to spend the night with him.  As the doctors and nursing staff flitted in and out of sight, Lakshmi chanted prayers under her breath.  The silence was sickening; she could hardly hear her own prayers.  24 hours passed.  It felt more like 86,400 seconds.  The doctor walked up to her and said something that she heard but could barely register.  Regaining the voice in her mind, she signed a consent form.  As she got up from her chair, she shook the doctor’s hand and said, “Thank you for trying your best, Doctor.”

March 20, 2017.  MAC stadium again. 

Lakshmi held a gathering every year on this day, where she presented cash awards to three budding cricketers.  She alighted from her car along with Sanjay and her husband Anil – she had remarried in 2003. 

During the course of the ceremony, the batsman who had struck that unfortunate, fatal blow 19 years ago, walked up to Sanjay.   

He put his arm around Sanjay’s shoulder and said, “Sanjay, you know, I felt so miserable the day Vijay left us.  I wanted to quit the game.  But the day after the funeral, Lakshmi visited my house.  She comforted me and my wife that what had happened was an accident, that my going on to play well for India would be the best tribute to her husband, a person who simply loved the game, almost reverentially.  I don’t remember her exact words but they meant a lot to me, my career and my life.  And I thought you must know that.”

Sanjay smiled faintly and replied, “Thank you, Uncle.”

After the ceremony, as they approached their car, Sanjay said to Anil, “Pa, I need some time to myself.  Could you drive back home and I’ll come later?”

Anil smiled, patted him on his cheek as Lakshmi responded, “Don’t be late, okay?”

Sanjay went back into the desolate stadium.  Save the bees buzzing around, there was not a sound to be heard.  He stood behind the ropes, in front of the pavilion.  For a few seconds, his eyes were fixed on the area around the 22-yard pitch located at the center of the magnificent stadium.  He sat down on the grass and gazed at the stillness of the azure sky, vast in its expanse and rich in its simplicity.  He looked at the center pitch again and sported a smile.  By now, even those nearby bees couldn’t punctuate his silence.

Nowadays, whenever he accompanies Lakshmi, Sanjay continues to wait outside the temple.  But then, the means never mattered to Lakshmi.  



Ram Murali said...

Note to readers: This fiction piece is dedicated to Raman Lamba (1960 - 1998) and Phil Hughes (1988 - 2014), two cricket players who passed away following unfortunate accidents on the cricket field.

Zola said...

Superb tribute to these cricketers Ram Murali !

What a tragedy and how difficult for the cricketers who (accidentally) caused them

Unknown said...

Awesome Ram
As usual you left me crying.
The fact that Lakshmi went to console the cricketer who caused her husband's death is so poignant and so meaningful. If not the other person would have been a living corpse all his life thinking about the havoc he had caused unwittingly. That required a lot of maturity and compassion. Very well written.
A great tribute to cricket and its heroes.

Venkatesh said...

Good one, Ram!

About the religious belief and the atheistic leaning of the mother and her son, is it an after-effect of watching Deewar/Thee? :)

I very well remember the Raman Lamba incident although I never watched him play - must have been in fourth standard when it happened. Also, felt very sad for Phil Hughes.

Coming to non-fatal ones, I specifically remember three "accidents":

1. Kaluwitharana had his tooth broken by the great Muralitharan during the 2002-03 West Indies tour.

2. During the first Test of the 2003-04 West Indies tour of South Africa, the bowlers of both teams arrogantly exploited the conditions - the pitch was offering too much bounce. Vasbert Drakes kept bowling too short to Gibbs. The latter lost his patience and went after a delivery only to get badly struck on the nose (wearing a helmet didn't help).

3. In a similar fashion Craig Kieswetter got struck on his eyes, which prompted him to take an early retirement from the game. I had high hopes on the chap who was just 26-27 then. :(

Ram Murali said...

Ravishanker - thank you so much. I am glad that you, as a cricket fan, enjoyed this.

Amma - I am very happy that the piece resonated with you.

Venkatesh - Deewar/Thee -- ROFL! Rhythm fan-a irukra naan Thee paathu inspire aanen-nu nenachengaley, LOL!!

Thank you for listing those incidents. Yes, some of them were very unfortunate. Thankfully, none was fatal. I also remember our own Cheeka being hit on the eye by Akram (he inside-edged it onto his eyebrow), Gatting having his nose broken and of course, Mark Boucher retiring early after being hit on the eye [I think]). The one incident, though, were I felt my stomach churn after watching it on TV was Walsh hitting Prabhakar on his nose in the 3rd Test of the 1994-95 series. India lost the match then and there!

Viveka parasuram said...

What really appealed to me in your post is the understatement of emotions- gives the reader the chance to go an extra mile in thinking about the characters. Very pleasing and warm characters- Lakshmi, Anil and the batsman who hits the fatal blow. I wish more such people emerge in our real lives- who are forgiving and kind. Nice to see Sanjay finally come to terms with reality- that what happened was an unfortunate accident and to make peace and move on with life. Well done!!!

Anusha said...

I liked the contrast between the religious beliefs of mother and son. And how this is based on true events. I am not a fan of cricket, so I paid more attention to the other elements in the story. However, I do feel like some of the descriptors of places and time could have been different.

Ram Murali said...

Viveka - thank you so much for your kind words. I am so glad that you liked the story. Welcome to the blog!

Anusha - thank you for your comment.

Fluid Phrase said...

A coming to terms story. I liked the mother's character. It portrayed a person of such strength, maturity and above all, a serene acceptance. The story was not overly emotional as well and that is restrained writing. Good one!

Ram Murali said...

Fluid Phrase - thank you for your kind words. I was hoping to demonstrate restraint while taking up a heavy theme. So, I am glad that you noticed this aspect. Thanks, once again.