A Happy Place

Scrubs is a fantastic sitcom which narrates itself through the thoughts of a funny guy named JD. JD usually has a vivid imagination and uses that to drift off very often. Given that he is a doctor in a hospital with the entire sitcom based around the hospital – its obvious that they deal with the morbid topic of death in a light yet sensitive manner. Now doctors as they are wont to – discuss patients on the death bed and they usually have a good inkling about when someone is about to leave for heavenly/hellish abode. And then they say that the only thing that can be done is to put the patient into a happy place. Jd – with his imagination thought of putting the patients in a room with clouds and lots of balloons – making them happy.

When so many legends of the Indian Team are about to leave the team – running their last few laps, one really hopes that they too are in a happy place before they leave. Firstly one hopes that the player gets to leave on his own terms and not because some fat failed ex-cricketer thinks its time for retribution. And then that the last sign off is memorable. We saw Dada go – announcing himself our before the start of the test series and then going on to hit one of the best centuries he has ever hit at Mohali. You call that leaving on a high. Kumble – knowing when it was time to go – when wickets were not forthcoming at the Kotla of all places. He quit on the last day of the test and came out to bowl with an injured finger. You call that leaving with dignity. The happy place is indeed that feeling of success or dignified pride just before you leave, with your head high.

We as a cricketing nation have been spoiled. If the Aussies has “If Lillee don’t get you, Thommo will”, we have now for almost a decade been lulled to believe that middle orders are routinely built with the quality of Dravid, Sachin, VVS and Dada with the opening of Sehwag thrown in for spicy garnishing. We have come to exect a Sachin-Rahul partnership to save us from 20/2 or the old firm of Rahul and VVS to laugh off a huge deficit and build up yet another of their triple hundred partnerships. And then to have Sachin blasting away where others fade into oblivion or to have a gritty Dada to fight off critics and the shortpitched ball to wrest away initiative from battle hardened Aussies.

We have been lulled into the belief that its our right to expect this quality – to be 4 down and have quality like VVS and Dada there at the crease. To have concentration and determination good enough to score on a cloudy day on a damp green pitch in Headingley and lead us to victory. Or to ground out a 240 odd at Sydney – while being in the worst possible form.Or to have some elegant shots to turn around a tough situation into a dominating one.

We should be grateful and hope that we ourselves get a chance to be in a happy place when they all leave the ground for good. Instead we seem to be in a hurry to see the back of champs like Dravid and VVS and the blasphemy of it all – even Sachin. Forgive us oh father in heaven for we know not what we seek. We seek a happy place for stalwarts while risking ourselves into a middle-order fresh and no where close to the quality as dictated by the Fab Four.

Its time we were genuinely scared of seeing a lineup that reads Gambhir, Sehwag, Sharma, Pujara, Badri, Yuvraj, Dhoni.. A middle order without the stamp of genuine world class.

Perhaps its our way of soothing ourselves into believing that we wont miss them – that we go round asking for their heads. That we believe that the pretenders are yet ready so that when they are gone we will have convinced ourselves that we did not really need them anyway.

One gone and three to go. 2-3 years at best by which time they will all be gone and only be names rich with history. Till then lets strive to enjoy every little drop of water in the oasis. It promises to be a long desert once the departure is all complete.