For Bashir, the average Pakistani
fan, the last decade and a half has been a tough one; a journey on a bed of
thorns with a glimpse of a rose every now and then, hardly enough. Bashir
blames the decline of the sport predominantly on the overall situation the country
finds itself in – politically, economically, and just about any –ally one can
deem to think of. Since the 1999 WC Final loss to Australia, there have been
innumerable incidents, the details of which Bashir hates to indulge in like a true patriot, to put
off the staunchest and most steadfast of fans. But If you’re like Bashir who
has stuck by his team where the players are as often proclaimed legendary as
thought of as complete nincompoops with as much surety as Amir getting Sharma
out every time they face-off, and all of this within a span of a fly batting
its wings and Bashir letting out an insignificant post-Iftar fart – take a bow
and feel proud, it’s a privileged state to be in. The one key factor that keeps
Bashir intact is Pakistan’s team statistical dominance over arch-rivals India,
and the fact that our players have always found themselves cooler and more
dashing than our cousins from across the border. But this emotion too had
started to wane and has been teetering on the brink of being completely vanquished.
Until now!
Bashir remembers when Pakistan
lost to India at Bengaluru in 1996. The feeling of dread as the wickets
tumbled, after Anwar and Sohail had given his team the best of chances to chase
down the total, is still fresh. It hurts. Bashir also remembers the 2003 WC
bout against India when his team’s star studded line-up succumbed to the
weirdest of all defeats. It hurts. And how can Bashir not remember the “The Scoop”. It hurts and burns. All
in all, there’s a lot of hurt Bashir remembers that had started to emerge more
often than not like a pinching, itching haemorrhoid courtesy India’s precipitous
rise in World Cricket. Until now!
Bashir is a cricketer himself; a
name to fear among the galli mohalla tape-ball fraternity. Favourite shot:
jharhoo, favourite ball: anywhere. But now Bashir has gone overseas and has had
the fortune of playing the real shit – cricket with a cock-ball, as it’s known
back home, or hard-ball for the bores. To his delightful pleasure, the jharhoo
still works as effectively as it did in tape-ball cricket. The only difference
is the height he has to bring the jharhoo in fruition at – a Younis-esque
annoying sweep to a swash-buckling Lara-esque flick off the hip to a dashing
Ponting-esque pull; just revisions of basically the same shot – the jharhoo.
But the trips to the cricket grounds on match days had been becoming a bit of
an annoyance with Indians prevalent in opposing teams and ones never to shy
away from throwing a jibe every now and then on how suffering Pakistan’s
performance has been of late. Until now!
Bashir suddenly finds himself in the
all-so-familiar scenario of looking at his Indian compatriots, inwardly sniggering
and sympathetically agreeing with them as they lament India’s performance at
the CT2017 Final. Even though this win comes after quite a bit of time, Bashir
has a feeling that scores have been settled, nerves have been calmed, the old
dread has been kindled in Indian hearts, dominance recommenced and the Indians taught
the lesson to never ever write Pakistan off. The only issue is that the Indian
team is nowhere to be seen. India still hides behind political alibis and
categorically refuses to play Pakistan; home or at neutral venues. Bashir knows
this for a fact that if cricketing ties were to be resumed, it’d only be a
matter of time (a series or two tops) until Pakistan would confirm its utter
dominance over India once again. Bashir reached the conclusion a while ago that no
matter how strong the Indian team becomes, mental fortitude will always upstage
skill in all encounters. Not having played a full series against them since
India’s 2007 tour to Pakistan, and practically no bilateral series whatsoever
in front of large crowds since, the Boys in Green have suffered in confidence
and lost the panache that had come to be associated as closely with Pakistanis
as the colour green. But now, after years of being written-off and ridiculed, Bashir
knows that everything seems to be garnering a semblance of normalcy; Pakistani
bowlers are best in the world, and Indian batters are best in the world…just
not for Pakistanis.
Prior to the Final the Indian
media, ex-players and general public were so confident that it’d give Ali a
stomach ache. The difference being that the latter actually delivered on his
promises. Funnily enough most times the Indians have gone down the path of
being pompous (Amir is an ordinary bowler), mouthing off grandiose claims
(aanay do), and making vows as if Helen of Troy was actually Bhagmati of Hyderabad
who’d eloped with our Bashir, fate has served them a much deserving dose of humble
chai that is obviously much too difficult to gobble down. In spite of this
natural phenomenon they continue to indulge in this vile practice. Bashir is as
confused as the rest of us Pakistanis - 'insanity is doing the same thing over
and over again and expecting a different result." The post-defeat backlash of
the Indians is what classic comedy is made of, and they seem to be so good at
churning out this stuff that even Fox News would bow down to their greatness, Pratchett would steal notes from their script, Vonnegut would do a Sylar on their producers.
Bashir’s advice to India is
simple: Quit. Just hang your bats ‘n balls.
If even after attempting to
sabotage Pakistan cricket at every available opportunity, Pakistanis not only
make it to the Final but also thrash the bejesus out of the richest, most
passionate and, as claimed by a lot of gurus, without a doubt the best team in the
world, then there’s no point whatsoever for India to take part in global
competitions. This defeat is not just a defeat. India hasn’t been just outplayed
by the better team. They've been decimated like they used to be at the hands of Imran, Wasim, Waqar, Anwar, Inzi, Yousuf - ugh, it's a never-ending list. The fear of Indian Cricket Board and their nonsensical political
stance has been exposed. And it has surfaced when it mattered the most, and at
a time when they least expected it themselves. Rest assured this win was not
due to Pakistanis being unpredictable; the tag of being unpredictable is irrelevant in matches against India. As Bashir said earlier – it’s the
psychological strength that ensures wins in these encounters, skill to a large degree takes a
seat and watches the show. Bashir can sense that the mental hold India was just
starting to relish over Pakistan may have just been broken. But of course, it’d
be difficult to tell courtesy India not willing to play against his team
outside global tournaments – don’t get Bashir started on the hypocrisy of that.
Keep calm, Bashir, they’ll succumb eventually. And when they do, it shall be Amir
steam-rolling them as ordinarily as Sharma plays him, Hasan Ali busy in his
generator celebratory acts, Fakhar top-edging quickies and slog-sweeping
spinners like nobody’s business and that too with a smile on his face, Azhar
making sure he keeps Pakistan’s tag of unpredictability intact, and Sarfaraz
doing what he does best – lead fearlessly.
Tonight Bashir is a happy Pakistani
and is generous enough to offer it back to his dear cousins a curse that’s been
dogging him since the 2015 World Cup – “Mauka Mauka”, no…”Thoka Thoka”. Toodles :).