My SALIM BHAI:
the selfless genius
If a genuine
cricket follower cares to put his hand on his heart, his conscience will reveal
the truth: the most significant year of Indian cricket on-the-field was 1971. India defeated West Indies and England in
successive Test series within months on their own backyards.
Never again would
India repeat such major victories abroad within such a short span. As England
had just registered a victory over Australia in 1970-71, India was justifiably
the number one cricketing nation at a time when ‘rankings’ were unheard of.
The man who took
India to the top of the cricketing world way back in 1971 happened to be a man
born in Afghanistan. The ‘Kabuliwala’ who was christened ‘Prince Salim’ by his
innumerable fans around the country was the chief architect of that splendid
victory in West Indies.
Salim Durani was
a free soul without a care for the morrow. Had no inhibition; had no ego. He
borrowed money and bought beer and coke to share with the ‘creditor’! Next day
in the most subtle manner possible, he left the exact amount into the man’s
shirt pocket! I can vouch for the incident because the person happened to be
me. At Hyderabad during the Moin-ud-Dowla Trophy way back in 1976.
In a career that
spanned nearly 15 years, the magnificent all-rounder played in only 29 Tests.
He went on only two tours abroad – both to the Caribbean ten years apart –
where he showed the world his true greatness.
The national
selectors, in all their wisdom, realized that Durani would be a ‘passenger’ on
tours to England, Australia and New Zealand between 1959 and 1974! The man who
was helping India to win series after series at home, was omitted from tours
abroad!
Handsome is as
the handsome does, so goes the cliché. Absolutely true in Durani’s case. The
greenish-blue eyes looked at the world from a tall, handsome frame. He was all
elegance and style.
Even the
glamorous world of Bollywood had to relent by offering him a hero’s role
opposite Parveen Babi in BR Ishara’s Charitra.
This also happens to be another ‘first’ of his among Indian Test cricketers.
In 1962 when no
one quite wanted to face the fiery Wesley Hall and Chester Watson on those
lightning fast, hard West Indies pitches of the time, it was this man who
volunteered to bat at number 3! So very typical of this man. For good measure, the
left-handed all-rounder scored a magnificent century against a world-class
attack comprising Sobers, Gibbs and Hall.
Salim Durani was
born on a train heading towards Kabul in 1934 at a time when his father, Abdul
Aziz, was keeping wickets for the Nawanagar State team in pre-independent
India. After India’s independence in 1947, Aziz and his family settled down in
the newly formed State of Gujarat.
Destiny had
decreed that Durani would be Afghan by birth but Indian by nationality, as was
the case with millions of others affected by the partition of the
sub-continent.
He was as much
the people’s man as he was of the connoisseurs. A hero to millions. At Calcutta
people still – now nearly 50 years since he last played for India – go crazy
when they see him. No one ever was more popular than he at Eden.
He always seemed
to keep his best for the Eden Gardens crowd. In 1965 in one over of magic weave
he had three Aussies in hypnosis. Unfortunately his wonderful spell did not get
the acknowledgement as the match was curtailed owing to unseasonal rain.
“Yes, I enjoyed
the support of the crowd at Eden. To be honest, I enjoy only if the spectators
enjoy wherever that be. Otherwise what is the purpose of sports?” How true.
His charm was
captivating. Once in a Duleep Trophy tie, the bowler Durani actually applauded
a cover-driven boundary of mine! I was too stunned to react. It took me moments
to realize the fathomless magnanimity of the man.
His simplicity,
his modesty, his love for life and his love for companionship are lessons to
learn from. At Eden during my book inaugural session he told a packed audience,
“…I always wanted to be a railway engine driver…Never thought I had any talent
for cricket…Life has been good to me…No regrets at all…”
Never once has
anyone heard him criticize another person. Not even a harsh word passed through
his lips. That was quite beyond him.
He believed in
enjoyment. He enjoyed his life, his cricket. And in return he gave far more
enjoyment to others, whether they were spectators or friends. Doubt if he ever
had a foe. A man of few words, when he spoke his soft, chaste voice was all
music. He was the Prince Charming of Indian cricket.
Great cricketers
would be born again and again. But there will never be another to match this
nonchalant, selfless, large-hearted genius.
Salim Durani
combined extraordinary innovativeness with extreme ease of execution to walk
into this exclusive elite company of Keith Miller and Gary Sobers, Salim Durani
who could probably the transform the tide of a tie in a matter of moments.
Lissome and
handsome, the elegant left-hander left an imprint on every ground he trod on.
The languid gait was enough to draw attention. The effortless approach of gay
abandon drew spontaneous applause. His skills were varied and of pristine pure
quality. People adored him for they knew that he was far far beyond the
accepted patterns of orthodoxy. His unpredictability gave him an aura of
vulnerability and for that reason his adventurous ways made him so very
appealing.
No respecter of icons or ideologies, he took
delight in puncturing reputations on the field. But there would be no violence,
no mockery, no sadism. Made it appear the simplest of activities: nonchalance
in the extreme.
And like all
geniuses he also had his powerful detractors. In the 1960s Indian cricket was
studded with excellent performers, but without the presence of the one and only
genius the team hardly ever played to its real potential. If Durani was
unpredictable, the selectors were no less. To be honest the man was at a wrong
place, at a wrong time.
His first-class
career began as a batsman at 18 with Saurashtra in 1953 for whom he scored a
century on debut. Then after spending two years with Gujarat, he finally
transferred loyalties to Rajasthan, where under the care of Raj Singh Dungarpur
his latent talent flowered.
Consistent
batting performances earned him his Test debut at Bombay against Benaud's team
in 1959. But an injured finger relegated him to no. 10, where an innings of 18
relegated him to oblivion.
With Vinoo Mankad and Chandu Joshi around,
Durani was hardly required to bowl for Rajasthan but then the young man was so
involved with all the facets of the game that he began to pick up the tricks of
the bowling art just by watching the mastery of Mankad. Such was the
versatility of Salim Durani that in 1958-59 he even kept wickets for Rajasthan
regularly!
After the inauspicious Test debut, Salim concentrated
on batting and on bowling. Prodigious turn of his strong fingers and supple
wrists made the ball spin appreciably on all wickets and its best results came
when he had 8 for 99 against Bombay in the Ranji final of 1960-61.
Next year he was
recalled against Dexter's team. Now the neglected batsman was regarded as the principal
bowler! In conjunction with Chandu Borde, with whom he was to climb many a peak
together, Salim (71) added 142 runs for the 5th wicket and each of them claimed
3 wickets to cement their positions in the side.
The following
two Tests were drawn and then at Calcutta the magnificent pair brought about a
stunning victory through their prolific contributions. Durani with 63 and 5 and
3 wickets and his mate Borde with 68 and 61 and 3 wickets were the toast of the
crowd. The duo continued their act in
the next Test at Madras. Borde with 5 wickets and Durani with 10 wickets
brought about India's first ever series victory over England.
To West Indies
Durani went in 1962 as our premier all-rounder. On hard, pacy wickets where no
spinner on either side made any dent, his guile and genius accounted for 17
wickets in just 7 innings against men of the calibre of Frank Worrel, Rohan
Kanhai , Garfield Sobers, Conrad Hunte and company.
However what
marked him out as special was the courage and class that he displayed in his
batting. By the 4th Test the Indians were battered and bruised by the fury of
Wes Hall, Charlie Stayers and Chester Watson. It was at this hour that his
Pathan blood boiled. No longer could he restrain himself to be on the receiving
end.
Volunteering to
go at No. 3 he proceeded to take the attack to the enemy camp. His bat was a
rapier as he lunged into the fearsome attack without a care for the morrow.
Gutsy Vijay Mehra gave him solid support as he raced to his century and later
the grand old man Polly Umrigar came up with a heroic unbeaten 172. In the
Caribbean Salim Durani was not only the major bowler but also took upon himself
the role of the saviour. When the top batsmen 'back-pedalled’, he emerged to
offer sanctuary and security to his supposed superiors.
This saviour's
role he was to play time and again for the cause of his mates and country. One
moment he was expected to grit his teeth in attrition and at the very next to
plunge the dagger in. To play just one role is beyond most, but to be
outstanding in both called for something special. It was this rare quality that
marked him out as a genius.
He loved adversity; relished challenges.
Against weaker teams and under easy conditions he was invariably below his
best, but when the going got tough, he would get hold of the rudder and inspire
others through personal example.
Again against Sobers’ men when the Indians
were feeling the heat of battle and succumbed at Wankhade, the only semblance
of resistance came from Prince Salim's aggressive half century where he
countered Hall and Griffith thrust for thrust, glare for glare. But sure enough
he was omitted for the rest of the series!
He was done in
by vindictive comments of mediocre contemporaries and also by cliquish,
narrow-minded selectors. In 1971 he went back to West Indies under Wadekar, a
tour memorable for India winning her first-ever series overseas against West
Indies.
It was his
golden arm that first deceived Lloyd and rattled Sobers’ stumps first ball at
Sabina Park. So rattled were the West Indies that they collapsed and could not
regain their posture throughout the series. Durani with the two most important
wickets for just 21 runs off 17 overs was the chief architect of India's first Test
and series victory in West Indies. However, true to expectations, he was
dropped from the playing XI just after one further Test!
However, this
was not the end of his Test career. By now he had become a phoenix, perpetually
rising from the ashes, as it were. After the euphoria of victories over West
Indies and England abroad, India returned to promptly lose to Tony Lewis’
England side in the first Test.
Immediately the panic buttons requisitioned
for Durani. Now at the fag end of his career, Durani was to serve the country
as a batsman! Durani began as a batter, then a spinner, later an all-rounder
and finally back to square one as a batter! Amazing are the ways of our
national selectors.
What an
exhibition he had laid in store for his fans. To a thunderous ovation he walked
in at the Gardens and into familiar surroundings: underprepared wicket, India
in trouble, opposition literally baying for blood. Just the occasion he
relished to have his adrenalin flowing.
He swatted a fly
and it ricocheted back from the fence to his toe nails in the form of a cricket
ball. Sheer magic it was. Edens erupted. We knew we were in the presence of an
extraordinary individual, a genius. A man, a real man. A man of adventure and
heroic proportions. A genius at the top of the world.
As he unusually
calmly met a few deliveries without even moving his feet, we knew not the
strain in the thigh. A runner was allowed later when the pain was too obvious
and he was not even able to use his feet for basic foot-work, far less to run
singles.
With his
favourite Gavaskar to scurry about, the genius played an innings of rare gem.
No cavalier was he this time; No frills, nothing fancy. Now he had his head
down, chin up, elbow straight, body behind the ball. He steeled himself as he
proceeded to play an innings of character that would bring victory to his
country and draw parity in the series. He scored 55 out of 157 and helped his
captain and mates to go on a victory lap.
In the following
Test at Madras, once again he was in the thick of action at a time when India
was wilting under pressure. And once again he was the main contributor to
India's victory in the Test and consequently, as it transpired, in the series
as well.
And once again
he was dropped from the next Test at Kanpur. It was said he was omitted on
grounds of fitness.
The insult to
injury had the Bombay crowd up in arms in unison. They made placards
proclaiming 'No Durani, no Test' and demanded his return. The Board and the selectors
wasted no time in recalling Salim to the
playing XI.
The genial
genius responded to the spontaneous ovation by playing two superlative knocks
of 73 and 37 and signed off his magnificent deeds in Test cricket for good.
In the history
of Test cricket never before or since has a man been omitted immediately after
he had directly contributed to national victories. He won 3 Tests out of his
last 5 for India and altogether 6 out of
29 Tests and saved as many.
There are
numerous Test cricketers — with statistics far superior to Durani’s — who have
neither won nor saved a single match for their country. The very same people
over the years are earning in crores for passing a whole lot of inane comments
on television.
They tortured you,
Salim bhai, but they could not take away your achievements.
They tormented
you, Salim bhai, but they could not take away your genius that God had blessed
you with.
Now finally you
receive justice at the hands of your Creator.
You will remain
my idol till I die and beyond.
