Friday 26 April 2019


Riyan Parag: A Boy with a Mission

At a time when very wealthy and very influential former Indian cricketers are desperate to convince the world that they do not charge money from the IPL teams for their work as ‘mentors’ or whatever, one Ahom teenager has taken the sword out of the scabbard and slaughtered the hypocrisy in style and splendor.
One major message of this year’s IPL is the quiet emergence of a rare talent in the form of Riyan Parag. The teenager from Assam, who was a member of the world cup-winning India under-19 team last year, showed the adult cricket world his exceptional class, his repertoire of strokes, the power of his timing and, above all, his quiet confidence for the big occasion. No wonder he has MSD as his role model. Initially coached by his father, Riyan has certainly picked up the right recipe of batsmanship from his India under-19 coach, the unflappable and erudite Rahul Dravid.
In the face of odds, the gutsy young man helped Rajasthan Royals to defeat Mumbai Indians and then followed it with another sterling match-winning performance at Eden. All the supposed ‘international muscles of KKR’ vanished into thin air as the 17 year old Ahom gave a lesson to the recruiting personnel of KKR not to show disrespect to the talents in East Zone. For the record, KKR does not have a single player from the eastern region in its team.
Riyan gives the ball a real wallop. But what delights the connoisseur more is the solid cricketing technique that he possesses. Here is a batsman, who needs encouragement and exposure from the right quarters to be able to serve his national team for years to come. Wonder if our national selectors have even heard of him?
It is high time that our cricket administrators in mainstream India realize the kind of talent that lies in obscure corners of this land, particularly in the much-neglected north-east. These largely-ignored sportspeople from the north-east have time and again proved that even with the slightest of opportunities they can easily upset the apple-cart of their ‘fancied and favoured’ opponents.
Riyan’s father Parag Das was an outstanding all-rounder from Assam in the late 1990s. One of the hardest hitters of the ball, he bowled medium-fast getting his deviation from the proper use of seam. Apart from these qualities, Parag was among India’s best out-fielders in his time. On the electronic media in 1999, it was my well-considered opinion that he should be in the India world cup team to England. For having said this unpalatable truth, I lost my job! Parag’s seam bowling, power-packed stroke-play and exceptional fielding skills would have done the country proud. But then who has the time for a man from the perpetually ignored north-east?
Riyan’s mother Mithu Barooah is a former India swimming sensation. All those gold and silver medals that she won for India and Assam are now only a distant memory. Totally deprived of opportunities in their heydays, both Mithu and Parag decided that they would fight the system with no quarters asked for. Riyan reflects his dad’s image on the field. Wonder if any visionary would appoint Parag as a coach at the national level? Mithu, on the other hand, would make a fantastic sports administrator with her verve, energy, knowledge and a very broad-minded approach to life.
Riyan’s maternal grandfather R P Barooah was a very popular teacher at Don Bosco School in Guwahati in the 1970s. The tea garden owner was also the school’s cricket coach. As a regular columnist and commentator, prolific writer RPda harped on cricket with passion and feeling. Riyan, most certainly, is extremely fortunate to have such an excellent sporting pedigree. For India’s sake, I wish Riyan becomes the vanguard of a sports movement in Assam.
Even after seven decades of India’s political independence, will north-east still remain out of mainstream India?
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Monday 15 April 2019





A Tribute to a Genteel Soul
On Sunday 31st March, Dipen Datta, a person I deeply revered, expired in his sleep. A memorial service will be held at St Xavier’s on Wednesday, 17th April, in the evening at 6. Cannot help but share my feelings with my readers, of whom many were well acquainted with this man of charm and feelings.
It took a while for the shocking news to filter in. The wonderful man was gone forever. Not the usual two-minute vanishing act of his for a quick puff. This time he was not to return. No longer would we see his happy, ever-smiling face. No longer would he be acknowledging our innumerable requests. To me, he played the elder brother role to perfection.
Dipenda happened to be a permanent fixture at St Xavier’s ever since he joined the school in the early 1950s. Hailing from a zamindari family of North Calcutta, he excelled at cricket in school, continued his pursuit at college and finally played for Sporting Union, a prominent Calcutta club side which boasted the presence of Test cricketers like Pankaj Roy, Ambar Roy and Subroto Guha among others. Later, when he and his closest friends represented the illustrious Dalhousie Athletic Club for years, they spread cheers all round. Many cricketers would surely agree that it was a pleasure playing with and against him.
He was asked to take charge of the Alsoc office – the association of former students of St Xavier’s Collegiate School – on his retirement from a very successful stint in the corporate world for the better part of three decades. He gave the Alsoc post a distinct reputation with his remarkable skills in man-management. Dipenda became the go-to man for everyone. He was a diligent listener; possessed an analytical mind and would always deliberate before taking firm decisions. His integrity was beyond compare.
A gentleman to the core, he was genteel and civil to all who came across him. Teachers and students, priests and peers held him in the highest esteem. The handsome man with a ready smile was too modest to understand how much he meant to so many. Last November when Xavier’s won the SLOBA cricket tournament, Dipenda had tears in his eyes. He hugged me and gently muttered, “Raju, today I am really, really happy after a long time. We needed this victory.” Never saw Dipenda in that emotional frame ever.
The dignified persona radiated warmth and happiness. In his company people felt relaxed and comfortable. Perpetually low of profile, he brought sunshine to the lives of many but never would he try to be in the limelight himself. With cricket teachers he shared beers at social clubs; enjoyed tarka-roti at dhabas; sipped cha on pavement stalls. He was at ease on all occasions. Every adda of Dipenda would include Xavier’s. He and Xavier’s were inseparable partners.  
To perpetuate his memory, the cricket coaches at Xavier’s have instituted the Dipen Dutta Memorial trophy for the Best Young Cricketer of the Alsoc cricket camp. Whenever I used to rag him about Xavier’s, he would smile and say, “Raju, I know very well that your heart feels just the opposite.” One day about five years back, while having lunch at Calcutta Club at Anupda’s invitation, Dipenda merely said, “If Raju Mukherji does not have time for Xavier’s cricket, who will?” That settled the matter. Egos and worse vanished into thin air. That’s my typical Dipenda, a person I revered and respected.
As a member of distinguished social clubs – Calcutta Club and Calcutta Cricket & Football Club – he was universally popular. The wonderful gentleman was an epitome of etiquette and elegance. A rare individual he was. Not once did he allow anybody to realize the distress that he had to endure throughout his entire life.
Once I drove into a ‘No Entry’ lane and was stopped by a sergeant. Thoroughly cool Dipenda, sitting beside me, smiled at the sargeant and said in his inimitable way, “Please do not fine him. Caution him. He is always in a hurry.” Honestly, I was dazed. So was the sergeant, it seemed. He too burst out laughing and gave me a mild rebuke, “At your age, you should not drive. Please hire a driver!”
Personally, I have lost my elder brother. I have lost a genuine well-wisher. I have a lost a matured guide. The slight stoop of his gave him a stylish gait. Not that he wanted to draw attention, but then he attracted people by his disarming smile and cultured voice. Never have I met a man with such a selfless approach to life.
 Dipenda, wherever you are, we know your soul would be at Xavier’s. Amen.