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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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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