INDIA has a very brief spring season. If one remains preoccupied with receding winter or the approaching summer, it is likely that one's eye shall miss the shade of tender green that sprouts between dusty evergreen leaves of previous seasons and bare branches of vacated trees. Unlike the accommodating seasons of England, the young green can ill afford to linger in their state of innocence in this country. Summer in India races upon them far too quickly, and any lingering can only result in instant wilting, without the graces of gradually ageing through designated stages before mingling with the humus at the feet of great trees. Tenderness must wisen up speedily before they can hope to see the world. It's a survival tactic, strategy...a necessity. And it was on such a brief Indian spring evening that Mr.Paul Valthaty chose to unveil his specialness for us.
Every person has a daub of specialness brushed into him by a superior hand. Most of us never see the entire canvas or complete our lives without being aware of those daubs of divine paint inside us. Many see the paint but do not quite know what to make out of it. Sometimes, we are blinded - deliberately or by happenstance - and by the same measures, those who can see their specialness are sought to be dissuaded from their vision. Somewhere in all this confusion, Paul grew up from being a U-19 Youth cricketer of substance in 2002, to Mr.Valthaty, playing only his second IPL innings on yesterday's balmy April evening of 2011. If Abhishek Nayar hadn't plucked up the courage to speak to KXIP people about Paul, his long-time cricket mate, and if KXIP owners hadn't been the inquisitive and exploratory kinds, this withered youth cricketer might have been humus around the feet of Indian Cricket without ever having the opportunity to show us the daubs of paint the great overseer left inside him.
Following upon the heels of the seminal formation, Indian Cricket League (ICL), Indian Premier League (IPL) quickly made it its purpose to be that seeking needlehead of BCCI's syringe that tapped into rich and full veins and exposed precious corpuscles of vital talent hitherto hidden from our eyes. To be able to do that, IPL would require sure hands like those of one operating a well-intentioned and knowledgable syringe. To be able to harvest talent from veins coursing through India's vast landscape, IPL would also require assistance of such hands that sincerely share their local knowledge and apply tourniquets of recommendation and highlight the specific channels that need to be tapped. If Abhishek Nayar was being that tourniquet for his Mumbai mate, KXIP honcho, Preity Zinta, was the proving to be the appreciative hand guiding the syringe into the vein.
But frankly speaking, nobody knew who the hell Valthaty was as he walked out with his captain, Adam Gilchrist, in KXIP's attempt to chase down Chennai Super Kings' mammoth total. People might have been forgiven to think he was probably a South African recruit from one of the provinces of that Rainbow Nation. For nobody...nobody..had ever spoken about him before. Not before all IPLs, not before every IPL, or not before this IPL. Forget what they are saying now. Forget what the mee-maa-mine-aamchi-only-Mumbai-is-India brigade is falling over itself to say now. Forget what Indians-means-only-Mumbaikars brigade is twittering about right now. That's the nature of fame and reflected glory.
A sage and wise follower of domestic cricket in India, who also writes in prominent sports pages, and is an incorrigible slave of the above-mentioned 'brigade' weakness many Mumbaikars appear to be afflicted with, was instantly airing his views like one who has been espousing Mr.Valthaty's case ever since he was merely Paul the young one. Frankly, whatever research I was able to conduct through the good offices of Google Search, I was unable to detect one single mention of Paul Valthaty by the said gentleman in any of the his articles I managed to access from archives receding into the distant haze of 2002 AD. Yesterday, the gentleman was all over cheeping - calling to account first the MCA (Mumbai Cricket Association) and blaming them for ruining Valthaty's career; then addressing 'Pawarsaheb' and informing him first that Paul Valthaty was a Mumbaikara and his, Pawarsaheb's, selectors always ignored the boy; before he informed the socially networking public that the Late Dilip Sardesai it was who spotted Paul firs; and then he lapsed into something about 'ghodes' and gadhas'.
Like many Mumbaikars who like to set up a lofty platform quickly to assist in their being seen as a unique force of commentary dispensation, the wise and sage follower of 'Indian' domestic scene presaged his subsequent cheeping with "Those who understand.." and phrases like that. We were left to figure out that there was some covert mode of an attacking batsmanship that only 'those who understand' can spy. What you and I were enjoying watching - Mr.Valthaty purposefully putting away to boundaries bad and good balls with inspired anticipation, make-or-break confidence, exquisite set of skills and a sang-froid par excellence - was somehow supposed to be an extravagance of pleasure in comparison to the joy of one who had held him inside his bosom, away from public mention, for so long! The gentleman went on to assign credit to Vengsarkar's academy for designing this lad.
We must all get ready for Nohit kind of mania to once again blow from the west. Suddenly all cricket-oriented Mumbaionics were wording the same message - They knew! They knew Paul 'The Mumbaikar' Valthaty was always good all the time and it was the mistake of the Indians to not have recognized him earlier.
I wondered why not one of them ever mentioned in their reams of articles and terabyes of web publishing. Not in any year going back in time.
But Mr.Valthaty was playing the kind of innings that generates that kind of fevicol pride. He wasn't baulked as wickets fell around him. He wasn't embarrassed by one drop at 16. He wasn't ruffled by the Super Kings trying to. He was a batsman in the zone, completely intent on playing out the defining innings of his life and taking his team to victory.
The beauty of Mr.Valthaty's innings, for me, lay in how few sixes he scored in rattling up 120 runs in about ten overs he played! His innings underlined the overratedness of hitting sixes in LOIs. Especially T20. Almost on pat with Sachin Tendulkar's philosophy of scoring quick runs.
Mr.Valthaty played all around the wicket. He played deliberately but with no predeliberation. It didn't matter who bowled, what and where - all things from Mr.Valthaty were in perfect place and execution.
Be it the caromming Superking, Ashwin, or the Lankan doosra - Randiv, Mr.Valthaty cut, square cut, late cut, pulled, swept, drove off the front and back foot, on either side of the wicket and straight. He did the same to Southee, Morkel, Styris and Jakati. The paint daubs inside him were taking shape of a dream come true.
The pleasant northern evening was garnished by his batsmanship. It was a classic innings. That said, we must give Mr.Valthaty opportunity to be accustomed to this new light shining on his revived career. We must provide him with space to set up consistency and progress.
It matters little what happens in future - Paul Valthaty owes nobody anything except perhaps those who truly helped him expand on this stage.
We shall enjoy him whenever he can whip up such a course for us. We shall enjoy him as a batsman, a cricketer back from the dead, an Indian, a Mallu and also as a Mumbaiyya.
We shall relish the modesty of that man. We shall preserve the turbulence rising and quickly calming to purpose when he scored his hundred. He had transcened anonymity, he had transcended juvenility...he came across a man firmly rooted and quietly feeling the joy of achievement.
It isn't often an ignored talent can sustain fire in his belly for so long and not be consumed by it all.
Next time an anonymous talent shines, hopefully those who wish to share the light would have made mention of their cases or even promoted theit qualities through their intruments.
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