Sachin Tendulkar

Sachin: A Billion Dreams

 24 years. 664 matches. 782 innings. 100 centuries. 164 half-centuries. 34357 runs. 201 wickets. 1 man.


   The first memory I have of watching Sachin Tendulkar live was during India’s tour of England in 2007. He scored a beautiful 91 in the first innings of the second Test, which India won. I already admired the man since I’d watched dozens of old matches. But that was the first time I saw him bat live.

   I also recall watching his last innings in India flannels. He had scored a fluent 74 at the Wankhede against the Windies before an edge off Narsingh Deonarine ended his innings.

   This review is likely to be partial, since Sachin = One of The Supreme Powers. If you’re a Sachin detractor, I’d advise you to leave since you’re hardly likely to like what I’ve written. But try and stay. Don’t be like me. Be nice.

   Emmy award-nominated director James Erskine comes together with Carnival Motion Pictures and Ravi Bhagchandka to deliver a docudrama on one of India’s two legendary sportsmen, the other being Maj. Dhyan Chand.

   It’s a film different from the two most recent ones made on cricketers. Tony D’Souza’s Azhar was a pure, unadulterated PR exercise by match-fixer Mohd. Azharuddin. It was also one of the shittiest movies I’ve ever watched. Like there’s good movies. Okay movies. Bad movies. Ninety-nine feet of crap and then Azhar, joined by the likes of HumshakalsHimmatwala and Aag. Neeraj Pandey’s MS Dhoni: The Untold Story was a good film, but it white-washed Mahendra Singh Dhoni. The film was more about the performance delivered by Sushant Singh Rajput than anything else. It made one of Indian cricket’s finest captains seem like one of those classroom goody-goodies.

   This film is different. First up, it’s a docudrama. So there’s almost no role play, except for the early years of the man who came to be known as ‘The God of Cricket’. Those early bits show us the prankster, the schoolyard bully, the Arjuna to Ramakant Achrekar’s Drona, the boy who piled up 664 runs in a Harris Shield game with another future Indian cricketer. Along with that, there are narrations by Sachin; his wife Anjali; his mother; his aunt; his siblings Nitin, Savita and of course, Ajit; Sunil Gavaskar; his teammates Ravi Shastri, Sourav Ganguly, Harbhajan Singh, Yuvraj Singh, Zaheer Khan, MS Dhoni and Virat Kohli; his rivals Wasim Akram, Shane Warne, Graeme Swann; legendary commentator Harsha Bhogle; and writers Gideon Haigh and Boria Majumdar.

   There is archival footage from Sachin’s early days in the international arena, including the broken nose incident in Pakistan. There is his maiden hundred at Manchester, his humdinger ODI knock against the Kiwis, his stint as Yorkshire County’s first overseas signing. The film leaves out his first one-day ton, which came close to five years after his debut. That he went on to make another forty-eight of those in seventeen years is a testament to the skill of Sachin.

   The film lacked bite when it covered Sachin’s captaincy post the ’96 World Cup, which culminated for India at Eden Gardens after the team shipped away seven wickets in twenty-two runs, the first of those seven being Sachin, who scored a wonderful 65 and was run out by keeper Romesh Kaluwitharana with the score at 98/1. Vinod Kambli leaving the field in tears is an unforgettable image for fans of Indian cricket – the tears symbolised both the sorrow and the shame of the defeat. The rift with predecessor-successor Azhar is glossed over, though craftily. Azhar’s poor performances were a major reason for India’s failures under Sachin, but the latter wasn’t the world’s greatest captain either. The film didn’t highlight Sachin’s disappointment at missing a double ton at Multan when stand-in captain Rahul Dravid declared the innings with Sachin on 194. This was in contrast to the Sydney Test in January that year, when Dravid had pursued a hundred against the decision of captain Ganguly and the team’s interests, perhaps the sole instance of The Wall pursuing a landmark. The film covered Greg Chappell’s disastrous stint as India’s coach, though Sachin remained mum and it was Bhajji who called the coach a headmaster. The match-fixing saga, which was prominently positioned in the trailer, saw Sachin retain his regular stance on the incident: that he knew nothing and even if he did, he had no concrete evidence.

   The pieces the film missed out on were Sachin’s dream run in the 2007-08 season, when he scored heavily against the Brits, the Pakis and the Aussies. The 100th 100 was also left out, maybe for the better because that was one of Sachin’s poorer tons.

   Despite its shortcomings, I loved the film. It had some heart-warming home videos of Sachin with his parents, with his kids and with his wife. Mrs. Tendulkar’s narration of their courtship and subsequent marriage was….what is that term….yeah, Awwworthy (Yeah, guys can use such words too). The bits about his relationship with his father, Ramesh Tendulkar, were beautiful, and I couldn’t help but admire Sachin for the umpteenth time for his hundred at Bristol in the World Cup, days after his father’s funeral. It was the lesser known side of the man that was the engaging part of the film, though the cricketing journey was a memorable walk down the memory lane. People know him as a world-class cricketer, but the film also shows us the son, the brother, the husband and the father. Footage of Sachin with son Arjun and with his friends was included, and one could see the non-cricketing side of the man. There were also bits of footage from his visits to various institutions, including what seemed like a school for the visually impaired.

   What the film highlighted most effectively was the love people have for Sachin. There has never really been a sportsman as loved in India as Sachin is. Not only was he a fine cricketer, he is also a humble human being. And it is that humbleness of him that endears people to him. Though I do not believe in the concept of there existing a supreme being, this quote of Matthew Hayden’s, in the context of how religious and god-fearing a majority of Indians are, is apt: have seen God. And he bats at No. 4 for India.

   The lion’s share of the credit for the film goes to director James Erskine and producer Ravi Bhagchandka. Erskine’s direction is a lot like Neeraj Pandey’s in MSD, devoid of personal devotion. He lets the emotions free from the other end and keeps his work strictly technical. Bhagchandka, who also served as Creative Producer on the film, does a good job as well, given the vastness of the subject. It is the coordination between Erskine and Bhagchandka that makes the film a finer product. AR Rahman delivers decent music, the best of the tracks being the Sukhwinder-crooned ‘Sachin Sachin’. DoP Chris Openshaw does a fine job with his non-intrusive cameras. Expect a lot of close-ups and static shots.

Watch Sachin: A Billion Dreams. It is more than a film. It is a journey relived, an emotional and joyous experience, and most importantly, a film about one of the greatest cricketers the world will ever see.

Sachin: A Billion Dreams: 4.75/5


Varun Bhakay


Varun Bhakay’s Writer’s Block

June 1st, 2017

Images: Google Images and IMDb


The Tanmay Bhat Snapchat Video Problem!

Tanmay Bhat, co-founder of comedy group All India Bakchod, has been in the news for a Snapchat video of his that went viral. In the video, Tanmay has used face-swap technology to poke a little fun at Lata Mangeshkar and Sachin Tendulkar. Basically, he’s speaking about the newest cricketing news item: Is Kohli better than Sachin? I have watched the video and didn’t quite like it. I’ll tell you why. Not because it poked fun at two national icons. But because the way it was done was pretty bad. It was perhaps a spur-of-the-moment thing Tanmay chose to do but it didn’t come out very well. It was unfair to make personal comments about Ms Mangeshkar and to use abusive language through the Sachin face-swap. Not done. Not cool. Tanmay Bhat is an intelligent comedian, one of the best India has produced in recent years. Him coming up with something as unimaginative as this is sad, given his talent.

All the same, I am completely against the remarks some have made about Tanmay. To quote a few:

  1. CBFC head honcho ‘His Sleaziness’ Pahlaj Nihalani called for Tanmay to be booked under the Maharashtra Control of Organised Crime Act (MCOCA), which is usually used to book organised crime and terror syndicates. I want to know, Mr Nihalani, what is that gets you so high? What is it that you smoke? Are you out of your mind? Okay. He did a stupid thing. Sure. That’s not  organised crime, you clot!
  2. Raj Thackeray’s Maharashtra Navnirman Sena has decided to file an FIR against Tanmay. MNS leader Ameya Kopekar declared that Tanmay will not be allowed to hold shows and that he won’t be able to come out of his house, apart from the fact that he’ll be thrashed. Well, no surprises there. Parties like the MNS know only to resort to hooliganism and violence if something is against their liking. And their lust for power is incredible. How many seats do they have in the Assembly again?
  3. The Shiv Sena has called Tanmay ‘mentally deranged’. Well, he’s not the only one. You’ve got a fair few in your ranks.
  4. The BJP and Congress also said their bit. Seems like of your leaders are rocking the party!
  5. People like Anupam Kher and Riteish Deshmukh also lashed out at Tanmay, saying that what he did was not comedy. Cool. Lovely. So, Kya Kool Hain Hum and Kya Super Kool Hain Hum were comedies? I didn’t know the objective of comedy was to objectify women. Glad we got that sorted.

There were many other outrageous reactions all over social media and media in general. Understandable. Somewhat. After all, he went after two adored icons of India. The thing is, the issue has been blown up far too much! There are more important issues that are troubling the country right now:

  1. The attacks on African students, which Minister of State for the Ministry of External Affairs Gen (retd) VK Singh stupidly called a ‘minor scuffle’. We can’t complain about racism abroad if we behave like this. Isn’t there a saying: Jaisa karm karoge, waisa phal milega? Also, six Africans attacked an Ola cab driver for refusing to take more than four passengers. This issue is not going to die out soon. We need to change our way of thinking.
  2. The Congress Party’s increasing stupidity, which makes one wonder how the hell they managed to scrounge 44 seats in the Lok Sabha Elections.
  3. The drought problems in Central and South India. Politicians are wasting outrageous amounts of water for their needs in the very areas where there is no water.
  4. The gangrape and murder of a 15-year old girl in Bahraich, Uttar Pradesh. We are clearly not doing enough to stop these crimes. And the system’s stupid in any case.

The point here is that there are issues that deserve the spotlight but aren’t getting it. Also, since we are talking about comedy being found insulting, I despise the sexist remarks Kapil Sharma makes on his show. Why is he never questioned about his way of doing things? Yes, Tanmay insulted Lata Mangeshkar and Sachin Tendulkar. The thing is that these icons are beyond image-tarnishing. We are behaving as if a stupid video will diminish their contribution to their respective fields and to the country. So, chill. Also, why has nobody said Chhod do, bachcha hai for the twenty-eight year old Tanmay? Almost everyone’s ripped into him. But did we care so much when a certain Mulayam Singh Yadav, then 72, said of the rapists from the December 16th 2012 Delhi Gangrape: Ladke hain, galti ho jaati hai. If could tolerate that bullshit, we can certainly tolerate Tanmay’s remarks.

Thank you for reading! My name is Varun Bhakay.

PS: Sachin Tendulkar is a way better cricketer than Virat Kohli. So long!

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Varun Bhakay Writing 2016