Friday, July 3, 2020

THEY ALSO PLAYED


Cricketers of distinction—though not first class


By V Ramnarayan


I played collegiate cricket at Madras in the 1960s, and first class cricket after my move to Hyderabad in 1971. I was 28 years old when I made my Ranji Trophy debut four years later. I had almost given up hope. I had been sure, even perversely proud, that I would never be a first class cricketer; surely the loss was that of first class cricket, not mine, I was convinced! There were Test cricketers and Ranji Trophy players I admired, but I was more drawn to players who didn’t make it and carried on regardless, putting up their best show in their encounters with players and teams way above their level. I was proud to owe allegiance to this unusual breed of overachievers whom the selectors overlooked year after year. My Presidency College (Madras) spin twin CS Dayakar was one of them. A left handed all rounder, he reserved his best performances for our matches against the College of Engineering, Guindy, which had far and away the best team in the city, perhaps one of the strongest college teams in all of India. Its captain was S Venkataraghavan, already India’s new Test off spinner who debuted against New Zealand in the 1964-65 season, and he led a side brimming with talent. Dayakar and John Alexander, our stocky, resolute batsman in the Vijay Manjrekar mould, approached these matches with steely determination and fierce pride, invariably scoring big. Dayakar was selected in the Madras University squad that travelled to Dharwar in Karnataka in December 1969, to compete in the Rohinton Baria Trophy, but declined, certain that the other left arm spinner of the team, Bhargav Mehta, would be preferred in the playing eleven. Dayakar was never picked again in representative cricket, but wheeled away gamely for years for the doughty Indian Overseas Bank team in the highly competitive TNCA league. Mehta was to turn out to be a very unlucky cricketer, too, despite a magnificent Rohinton Baria final in the very next season, in which he bowled Madras to victory over Bombay with 14 wickets in his bag. Amazingly, Mehta never played Ranji Trophy cricket, a mystery perhaps only slightly less challenging than the story of fast bowler Vikram Thambuswami who took 8 for 37 in the first innings of his only Ranji Trophy appearance for Tamil Nadu versus Andhra.
Two other Madras University players played stellar roles in that season of triumph for their team under the captaincy of R Ravichandran. PR Ramakrishnan was an upright, stylish batsman from Coimbatore, one of the most prolific scorers in university and other junior cricket in the 1970s. His partner in a huge lower-order association in yet another contest at that level at the Osmania University ground in Hyderabad was N Bharathan, an orthodox off spinner with a lovely action, flight and deception. In that particular game, both Ramakrishnan and Bharathan scored big hundreds, with the spinner also bagging a rich haul of wickets. Both were successful in the TNCA league for many seasons without ever gaining the selectors’ nod. Bharathan was one of the finest off spinners I have seen or played with. With Venkataraghavan and Kumar leading the Tamil Nadu attack for a couple of decades, Bharathan stood little chance of playing Ranji cricket. Ravichandran was a consistently successful captain in junior and umiversity cricket, but had to be content with scoring plenty of runs at that level, never progressing beyond it.
I am focussing here not only on those I consider unfairly treated by selectors, but also others who knew they belonged at the purely local level, with no hope or aspiration for higher honours, but regularly turned out for their clubs season after season. 'Don' Rangan, so named for his Bradmanesque deportment on the cricket field, his arroganr self belief quite disproportionate to his cricketing accomplishments, was master of all he surveyed on the Pithapuram cricket ground in the south Madras of the 1960s, when he maintained a superb ground and nets out of his own (some say his family's) hard-earned money. Besides offering net practice facilities through the year, Rangan relished inviting strong visiting teams to 'friendly' matches (though they fit the description only nominally as Rangan was arguably the inventor of sledging, and often cheated at the toss, breezily declaring, "We bat," no matter which way the coin fell) and trying to beat them by hook or by crook. 'Opening batsman and wicket keeper' was his official description but he sometimes called on some unsuspecting junior player to deputise for him behind the stumps in mid-innings so that Rangan could take an absurdly long run-up to bowl military medium. His crowing at bowling success, often after he bullied the umpire, would have earned him suspension for at least a couple of matches under today's behaviour norms.
Three brothers bowled medium pace for Mylapore Recreation Club in the same period. PR Sundaram, the eldest and tallest of them, bowled at a sharp pace and extracted steep bounce on the matting wickets of the time. Those who faced him in the league could never figure out why he played only one Ranji Trophy game, and that too with less than impressive returns. An entertaining wielder of the long handle, Sundaram was also a good tennis player. Like Rangan, he too was no respecter of big names, and loved to embarrass them, for example, by clean bowling them with a googly off the first ball of a match or laughing loudly after gaining an umpire's verdict he considered wrong.
There were many club cricketers of the time who entertained with their skill or idiosyncrasies: Gopalapuram CC's leg spinner Kannan with his 'donkey drops' of legendary altitude, KC Krishnamurthi whose constant chatter gained him more notoriety than any fame his fastish leg breaks might have earned him, Alley Sridhar, possibly the ugliest left handed batsman in history, medium pacer Rajaraghavan who religiously called a certain TNCA official once every year to inquire of him why he had been left out of the state team, CB Selvakumar whose six hitting prowess won him a large fan base, and PN 'Clubby' Clubwala, who once scored 37 not out in a whole day's batting and held the original title of strokeless wonder before the early Navjot Sidhu , were among the hardy perennials of Madras cricket that lent it its unique personality.
Hyderabad, where I moved in 1971, was no different; its cricket abounded in personalities too. My State Bank of India captain was a tiny man with a big heart. Abid Zainulabudin was a gutsy middle order batsman and thinking captain who never played first class cricket but defied superior teams with his strategic leadership and brave batting. It was said of Kaleem-ul-Haq, a leg spinner with a nonchalant spring in his step and jaunty, upswept hairstyle that he kept a careful record of the number of wickets he grabbed in net practice, rarely missing the hundred mark for the season. He reminded me of two spinners of Madras who for years together haunted the BS Nets open to all league players, even though they did not get to play a single match during the period. Left armer SK Patel eventually did find success on the field of play. He crossed the fifty mark in the 1975-76 season to pass Mumtaz Hussain's record in Rohinton Baria, while wrist spinner V Kannan just faded away from the scene after numerous seasons of net bowling. Many spinners through the decades-from C R Mukundan, K Ganapathy, MK Rajamanickam and M K Mohan in the 1950s - 60s to M Subramaniam and N Raghavendran of recent decades, have soldiered on unsung.
Overseas tours with the Hyderabad or Deccan Blues I was part of were a wonderful departure from organised domestic cricket, especially for former internationals and local cricketers who might never make it big. Arranged by PR Man Singh, the manager of the 1983 World Cup winning Indian team and a cricket tragic with the briefest of brief first class careers, these tours sometimes threw up unexpectedly high quality performances from both the Blues and our opponents like the Australian Old Collegians or I Zingari, amateur clubs that both hosted visiting teams and toured the subcontinent, with the players being billeted by local hosts and forging life-long friendships. While I was witness to many sterling performances by my teammates on these tours, there were occasions when an unknown opponent gave us the fright of a lifetime. Hyderabad Blues nearly lost a match to Singapore Cricket Club in January 1978, when Chris Kilbee, an erstwhile teammate of David Gower at school and college level, took the wickets of Ajit Wadekar, ML Jaisimha and Murtuza Ali Baig in quick succession, and then scored a brilliant 91. At 160 for two, SCC was poised to overtake our modest 190, when Jaisimha desperately turned to opening batsman Kenia Jayantilal's occasional swing and seam. Jayanti obliged with 7 wickets, and the Blues narrowly escaped a humiliating defeat. The tongue lashing some of us received that night from skipper Jaisimha was of epic proportions.
Once, tired of listening to an interminable lecture by a former Test cricketer about his international exploits, I declared I was proud of the intense cricket some of us played, albeit at a less exalted level than his. I am likewise convinced that the cricket many non-first class cricketers play is no less intense.
Venkataraman Gopalaratnam, Sankaranarayanan Vaidyanathan and 71 others
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