29 September, 2020

Fine Strokes, Copybook Style

We don't love our sportsmen. We only love heroes who represent us in a league of nations.

Atul Loke
Fine Strokes, Copybook Style
This is a head that quickly deletes visuals of men due to lack of space and for general aesthetics. But among everything that I saw in South Africa, what I find difficult to forget is the sight of bare-chested Indian cricketers on a beach in Durban walking towards the Indian Ocean. They looked far removed from the blueprint of a trim athlete. As they waded clumsily through the sands, it was hard to believe that these were actually a nation's top sportsmen. All around them were local surfers, runners, lovers on the sands and others who subscribe to physical activity. They had bodies that could be either unemotionally admired or gently salivated at, depending on your personality type. It's not anybody's fault, including Andrew Leipus', that Indian cricketers are thus shaped. In matters regarding goodness, evil, diamond being a woman's best friend and opinion about dogs, all humans may be the same, but there are some crucial differences between populations that a nation's body structure exposes. We may turn flatulent when we talk about our sheer love for cricket but this...


To read this piece, and more such stories in India's most exciting and exacting magazine, plus get access to our 25-year archives goldmine, please subscribe.

In this article:

More from Manu Joseph

Latest Magazine

October 05, 2020

other articles from the issue

articles from the previous issue

Other magazine section