Friday, November 14, 2008

"To be great is to be misunderstood."

He was always more than just a great cricketer to Calcutta. It was never about the elegance of those square cuts or the magnificence of those dances down the pitch. It was never about the cricket. Numerous adjectives have attempted to describe the city's love for its champion: unconditional, irrational, parochial. The reason, however, has been just one: pride. Pride over a local hero who transformed the city from one that loved the game to one that celebrated it.

A stroke played a flash too early brought this Prince to his end. Many saw it as inglorious. But he was never one for perfect endings. His was a story that will be remembered for its imperfections. For it was the imperfections that brought forth his struggle against his weaknesses. And he was a man of many weaknesses. But never a weak man.

Farewell, dear Prince. And thank you for the memories....