Of all the men who have played cricket, few have graced it like the impeccable Rahul Dravid. His is a legacy built on patience. Run by run, ball by ball, brick by brick. The Wall didn’t happen in a day, it was built. Rahul Dravid knows all too well that good things come only with hard work and persistence.
A few days ago, the Mr Dependable of Indian cricket made big news. Why? Because he had said no to an honorary doctorate that was offered to him. It just tipped the greatness scale in his favour even more. The whole country was talking about it, we reported it too. His humility was, like so many times previously, praised by all.
But what’s more impressive is the reason why he did not accept the doctorate. It will make you admire and respect the man even more.
Talking to Indian Express, Dravid spoke about the incident and how refusing to accept it had a personal angle to it. It’s quite straightforward actually.
For him, it has always been about being honest. The traits of a true gentleman. On and off the field.
The thing about the doctorate is that my mom did her PhD and earned a doctorate at the age of 55. My wife’s a surgeon who studied seven years to get a degree in surgery. And I’ve always felt that if it was something I wanted, I would like to have earned it. I don’t mean that anyone else should have that feeling and I’m not trying to belittle anyone else. It’s just that I felt that way because of my own experiences.
What you should notice is not just him hailing his wife and mother. No, that’s only a part of his simple yet brilliant answer. You should also notice how he mentions his own experiences, because that’s how it has always been for him.
Climbing. Step by step. From a young cricketer to the man we all depended on. He was patient. But he got there. That has and forever will be his legacy.
And just like always, he does not want to show off. He does not claim that his reason is the right one. It’s just his reason.
But we also know that he’s right. He has seen troubles. He has faced hardships. But he knows that the only way to emerge victorious is to take the hard route. He is proof of that, his wife is proof of that and so is his mother.
It runs in the family, I suppose.
His greatest trait has always been his patience and his calm demeanour. Regardless of however he felt inside, he always maintained it. But he does not care to admit that he has lost it a few times and that he isn’t perfect.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe he can be so humble. He makes being the nice guy look so cool and appealing. There’s no other side to him. No controversies. No loopholes. It’s as pure as his cover drives.
Harsh Bhogle once said, “When I’m done with my profession, I wish I could go with the reputation that Rahul Dravid earned.”
Jammy may not feel like he deserves that doctorate, but that reputation is totally deserved. Rahul Dravid will always be the truest gentleman the world of cricket has ever seen.
कागज़ पे संगीत रेहता है
कागज़ पे शिक्ष मिलती है
कागज़ पे इतिहास बसता है
कागज़ में मे माँ दिखती है
तब माँ की कमी चूभती है
कागज़ में लक्ष्मी रहती है
जो तिजोरी की कैद में छूपती है
कागज़ पे खबरे आती है
फिर कागज़ नहीं, बस रद्दी रह जाती है
जब कागज़ की कीमत बदलती है
तब देश की किस्मत बदलती है
हौसला रखो यारों
माना की कागज़ अब सच में काला है
पर कागज़ को राख करने वालों
आगे नया उजाला है ।
As I sit down to write this article, Jagjit saab’s magical voice echoes in my ears, thanks to Koi Fariyaad’s recreated version from Tum Bin 2.
Naah. Not even close to the original. I open YouTube to listen to the original song and my search history is clearly giving it away. I love this old man a little too much. How and where did this affair began? I only have a faded memory.
That music today cannot match what we had back in the ’90s is not even debatable anymore. From EDM, Jazz, Punk, Blues and Country to Bollywood, Yo Yo and well, the likes of Baadshah, we all know where we’re headed.
Being a ’90s kid was a blessing for the music lover in me. Music back then was so much more than Ladki beautiful kar gayi chul and High Heels. It had a depth to it. It was so much more meaningful and soulful than the music that followed in the next decade and a half put together.
But if there is someone whose music has stayed with me to this day, it has to be Jagjit Singh.
I grew up in a family of music lovers. To be honest, none of us could sing but you don’t need to, do you? All you need to do is feel. And believe you me, the Jalansare an emotional lot. I remember the time when we got our very first computer. While brother and I excitedly played for hours with the MS Paint tool, Papa showed the same excitement to listen to Jagjit Singh ghazals on Winamp.
His excitement would soon turn into an emotional ride. No matter how much he tried to cover it, his moist eyes were too hard to miss, and would give it away.
And somewhere down the line, he passed on that strange connection with Jagjitsaab to me as well.
And this is probably where my love affair with him began.
I had heard papa tell me stories about Jagjit Singh, his wife Chitra, and how they lost their 20-year-old son to an accident. And these stories would only make me feel more connected to this face that I’d never seen, and the voice that I’d never really heard in real life.
But he continued to be my go-to singer and his songs would make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.
Whether it is Jhuki jhuki si nazar ever so subtly talking about the charm of first love, Hotho se chhu lo tum beautifully summing up the union of two souls, or his emotional Chithhi na koi sandesh, which still has the power to swell even the coldest of hearts, Jagjit saab’s voice made everything sound so surreal.
Hundreds of singers came, but none was able to match the grandiose of this man.
And just when I had started listening to some English music, I came across this video of him and Chitra singing Tappe (Punjabi folk songs sung at a wedding), and I was drawn back to this magical baritone, once again. This time forever.
Knowingly or unknowingly, this came to be my definition of love. The comfort level that the couple shared, along with the mischievous looks that they exchanged, somewhere even influenced my definition of a perfect relationship.
So much am I in love with him that during a performance of these tappe at a friend’s wedding recently, I insisted that I be the guy and sing Jagjit saab’s part.
That I am an old-school soul is no news for me, but as I write this, I realise that may be, just may be, Jagjit Singh has a little part to play in it.
Thank you for giving us so much more than just music, Jagjit saab. Thank you for giving us the pleasure to capture your voice in our hearts and, well, our mobile phones.
Your voice will continue to live in our hearts forever.
I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world.
In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success.
However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.
At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.
In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of god of death drawing closer…
Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth…
Should be something that is more important:
Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days …
Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.
God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.
The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me.
What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.
That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on.
Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.
What is the most expensive bed in the world? – “Sick bed” …
You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.
Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – “Life”.
When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – “Book of Healthy Life”.
Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.
Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends…
Treat yourself well. Cherish others.
Steve Jobs’ last words will make you change your view of life completely!