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THE BEGINNING OF THE END
- Both as brand and batsman, Tendulkar grasped cricketís changes

Listening to Sachin Tendulkar declare that the Commonwealth Bank series win counted as the greatest moment of his cricketing career, I felt dismayed, then scornful, and then just old.

The dismay was defensible: here was the best Test batsman India had ever produced, back to sublime Test form (he had just struck two centuries and a fifty in the four-Test series against Australia), the spearhead of our charge to a gloriously implausible victory in the third Test in Perth, telling the world that Indiaís triumph in a trivial three-nation tournament in its last season (the tri-series TV ratings are so poor that itís being put to sleep) ranked higher than any Test match triumph he had participated in.

So, I thought, building up a rhetorical head of steam, this was bigger than the 2001 Test in Calcutta where V.V.S. Laxmanís double and Rahul Dravidís century and, yes, Tendulkarís three wickets, helped us clinch our greatest Test victory ever? Bigger than the win at Chennai in the final Test of that series, where Tendulkarís hundred won us a series victory against Waughís Invincibles at full strength? Bigger than the last Test series in Australia when we got the better of a 1-1 draw. Bigger than winning our first Test rubber in England in twenty years last summer? Edging out a struggling Sri Lanka in the league stage and blanking an ageing Australian side in the finals of a limited overs tournament was a bigger deal than all of the above?

Dismay drove me to derision. I told myself that till Tendulkarís extraordinary resumption of the mantle of genius in the recent series in Australia, I had always classed him as the second-best batsman in the history of Indian cricket. I should have stuck with SMG. Gavaskar is unbearable in his present avatar as television pundit, but at least there is the reassurance of knowing he is too bright to embarrass himself (and us) with a comment as crass as Tendulkarís. Would Kumble ever say such a thing? Would Dravid? No and no. This is what comes of not going to college.

Derision didnít work. Itís impossible to condescend to Tendulkar. Cricket-wise, heís so colossal that even the all-knowing Indian fan finds patronizing him a stretch. So I did the next best thing. I tried to explain his statement away. He probably meant the whole tour, I thought hopefully. The total Oz experience: Perth, Harbhajan, match referees, Andrew Symonds, Malcolm Conn, the one-day victories, all taken together. That didnít work either. This is how The Telegraph reported Tendulkarís statement:

ďIf captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni was a picture of calm even after a terrific tri-series win, senior-most pro (and his idol) Sachin Tendulkar was overjoyed. ďIím feeling so proud...Itís probably the biggest moment in my career,Ē Sachin told The Telegraph at the team hotel, the Sofitel.Ē There was some wiggle-room in that ďprobablyĒ, but the only honest reading of that statement was that Tendulkar thought that the CB series win was the high-point of his cricketing life. And with 39 centuries in Tests and 42 in ODIs, I had to accept that he had tasted triumph often enough to know which victory was sweetest.

This is when I defaulted to feeling not just old, but superannuated as a fan. More than any cricketer in the world, Tendulkar embodies the modern batsman because of his absolute mastery of the two main forms of the game. He has scored more runs in ODIs than any other batsman and it wonít be long before heís on top of the Test match heap too. Heís played international cricket since 1989 and he has felt the game see-saw between its long and short forms. So when he says that this small tournament victory was the highlight of those twenty years at the top, we should pay serious attention because it marks, I think, a tipping point in the precarious balance between the five-day and the limited overs game, a decisive turn in the history of cricket.

Tendulkarís comment sprang partly from the thrill of defeating Ugly Australia in its backyard after a long summer of squabbles. But it sprang also, I think, from a sense of achievement in being the only veteran to have transitioned to the Twenty20 epoch not by the skin of his teeth, but triumphantly.

I donít think Tendulkar enjoyed forsaking a place in the Twenty20 team that won the World Cup. I have no way of reading the great manís mind, but given his record in the limited overs game and his competitiveness, I find it hard to believe that it didnít gall him to have to make room Ďvoluntarilyí for the young brigade. The team that won the tri-series in Australia was in large part the same as the team that won the Twenty20 World Cup. Dhoni had asked for merry men and got them; Tendulkar was the odd man (old man?) out. At the age of 34, he was eight years older than the captain, who, at 26, was the next oldest player in the team.

In this company, with the player auction for the BCCIís new Twenty20 league as context, to have steered this young team home with a fifty, a hundred and a near-hundred in the three matches that counted was a triumph, a triumph of Tendulkar over Time and particularly sweet for that reason.

Tendulkar was a prodigy when he started out in 1989 and heís now the gameís grey eminence. But he isnít just cricketís durable genius; he has also been, for fifteen years, itís hottest commercial property. Both the brand and the batsman unconsciously grasped that cricket had mutated decisively, in one of evolutionís leaps, away from the longueurs of Test cricket towards the compact formats of the limited overs game. Dhoniís charisma, the hysteria after the Twenty20 World Cup win, the meteoric rise of young potential at the expense of proven achievement and experience in the IPLís auction, signalled the end of an era when Test cricket had sort of held its own. The surest sign of an epochal change was the fact that the largest sums of money in cricket were now being invested in the newest and most trivial form of the game.

Tendulkar, like Dravid and Ganguly, wasnít bid for in the IPL auction because they were designated champions of their state sides. Of the three, Tendulkar is the one who is there on merit; the other two seem to have been included out of a strategic deference to seniority. I wouldnít be surprised if Tendulkar finds a place in the Indian squad that plays the next Twenty20 World Cup; he may well use the arena of the IPL to try to force his way in. Iím certain, though, that he plans to be around for the next ODI World Cup, to see if he canít add the World Cup to his trophy cupboard.

If Tendulkarís valuation of the tri-series is, in fact, the first sign of the slow death of five-day cricket, some of us, specially middle-aged nostalgists, might find it hard to follow the game down this new road. On reflection, though, I can see that my first outraged reaction, my sense that Tendulkar, in saying what he did, had betrayed the long game, was daft. Old men rail at History; great men master it.

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