For the people who enjoy cricket would know that this is the time for T20 World Cup. It is also the time for frustration, disappointment, fighting and cursing each other for us Pakistanis. A lot of people say its only a game, take it easy. The point is not the game. It was the game against India that mattered.
Instead of enjoying a game between two teams, we end up with broken hearts. But I’m not talking about any two teams playing each other. I m talking about the game between India and Pakistan, the two countries separated by borders but tied to an invisible umbilical cord. Pakistan and India both can afford to lose against other countries with less anger and froth at our mouths. But if either team loses against the other, the people on both sides of the border flame up with epic proportions of frustration.
I cannot speak for the Indians because they won. They must be celebrating. And why not, they played with team spirit and won by talent.
What I’m concerned about is Pakistan and its people. Ours is a somewhat sad story. Our people’s reactions are clouded by an avalanche of emotions that pours out a little too strongly. As mentioned above, this game was just no ordinary one. We were supposed to at least play with our eyes on the ball. It seems though that the cricketers are not just that into cricket anymore. At the award ceremony, the captain of team Green said ‘ we did our best’. I m sure a lot of people must have gaped. Period. If this was their ‘best’, I wonder what their ‘bad/worse/pathetic performance’ must be? Right?
The media went on and on with their almost useless transmission with over excited and fake smiles plastered anchorpersons talking about the hot upcoming game between Pakistan and India. And I m not saying this now because it ended badly for us. The electronic media’s hyped up cricket special programmes were empty of any thing substantial. One of the interesting aspects of the transmission was that Salman Butt and Mohammad Amir were ‘cricket experts’ on various channels. When the convicted players basked in the glory of their spot fixing on the leading news channels, I dont know what else is to be said.
In the aftermath of the game,there is a collective emotional distress clouding the skies of Pakistan today. A quick analysis of how the match went says a lot about the jadedness of it all. Shahid Afridi was sent too early to bat, I wonder if anyone asked his opinion if he really was in a mood to score? There is a record of how badly he’s been playing in the recent past. Maybe, maybe he is hinting at something like ‘guys get the clue, kick me out of the team, I m happy running my clothing line, okay? Umer Gull’s fluke from the last match didnt work its charm for this one. The promising batsmen too shocked themselves with shots played poorly. The bowling was jinxed by the little that was done on the batting front.
In the aftermath of the game, the news channels showcased how the cricket enthusiasts were at each others’ throat, shirts torn, slapping and pushing. What I knew was that we were all supporting Pakistan. Then why were the people venting out their frustration of losing through cursing, fighting and hurting each other. There is no explanation to how we as a nation are reacting to things these days be it sports or a religious sentiment hurting film.
When will we stop putting our precious hope in our politicians and cricketers?