Today is the 65th Birthday of legendary Pakistani batsman Majid Jahangir Khan. In his playing days when MJK used to walk down from pavilion to bat in his immaculate white flannels, sleeves buttoned and rolled down at wrists, wearing faded sunhat, taking small and measured steps in such a gait that one use to wonder if a Greek god has descended from mount Olympus to bat. Everything on the cricket field use to lose its ambience when MJK was at the crease taking guard, standing slightly bend down in most unperturbed and relaxed manner like a statue of Michael Angelo and then playing his exquisite shorts stylishly, effortlessly and majestically, while batsman at the other end used to look in awful difficulty huffing and puffing. Everything on ground use to become nonexistent for me and as a young boy I was mesmerized by his charms and class acts. For me cricket was never same again when MJK played his final Test match on a fateful day in the winters of 1983.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Majid Jahangir Khan
Today is the 65th Birthday of legendary Pakistani batsman Majid Jahangir Khan. In his playing days when MJK used to walk down from pavilion to bat in his immaculate white flannels, sleeves buttoned and rolled down at wrists, wearing faded sunhat, taking small and measured steps in such a gait that one use to wonder if a Greek god has descended from mount Olympus to bat. Everything on the cricket field use to lose its ambience when MJK was at the crease taking guard, standing slightly bend down in most unperturbed and relaxed manner like a statue of Michael Angelo and then playing his exquisite shorts stylishly, effortlessly and majestically, while batsman at the other end used to look in awful difficulty huffing and puffing. Everything on ground use to become nonexistent for me and as a young boy I was mesmerized by his charms and class acts. For me cricket was never same again when MJK played his final Test match on a fateful day in the winters of 1983.
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hmm...we always...remember our childhood heros with such passion that new people may not understand...but your article does covey it all....
ReplyDeletehmmm....they were the true Hero.
i dont know why people watch such boring game all day long? plus when you will stop praising yourself, either by your dual personality?
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions are so elegant, I am able easily to picture this although I know nothing about cricket. And like Thinking says, there's the flavor of universality here because we all have childhood heroes. Funny to remember that as a very young girl I didn't want to miss ZORO on TV - someone I wouldn't think twice to watch in my adulthood yet who represented someone ultra-human such as your Hero.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to see your writing versatility with various styles and subjects.
Thanks Thinking yes the childhood heroes are always larger than life.
ReplyDeleteSharmeela boring is relative term and you are right that I praise myself because by praising others I feel as if I am feeling satisfaction.
ReplyDeleteThanks Connie, the charisma that childhood heroes maintain is never again equaled.
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