Silly March, Cricket and Old Boys
Ravi Perera
We know that the March madness is here, when pot bellied beady-eyed
papas, hoary with age gather at sweltering dust bowls, which pass off
for cricket grounds to celebrate their childhood.
Their right, the old school tie and the game, cricket. From near and
far they come to watch, tipple, raucously hail fellow old boys and
indulge in antics, some of which if performed at a circus would impress
even regular circus clowns.
Benevolent
March madness, the Big match fever |
To the European colonizers the natives were all "boys". Not quite
deserving of adult status and certainly not good enough to manage their
own affairs unsupervised.
If one did not keep a stern but benevolent eye on them they were wont
to fight each other, indulge in favouritism or corruption or at worse
descend into murder and general mayhem.
Why not introduce them to the maddening game of cricket, bring some
civility to their dreary lives and give them something to think of as
traditions...?
Cricket, far less physical than other English games like Rugby and
Soccer, certainly found a ready following in a land with little
tradition of sport but rarely attained here the depth and application of
world-class cricket.
Occasionally teams from England or Down Under would enjoy a stopover
in Colombo for a limb loosner.
The seasick batsmen after a few cold beers in the small stifling
pavilion walked to the pitch to face a somewhat half hearted bowling
attack, then put a couple more beers under the belt, obliged the
admiring local damsels with autographs and went on their way again.
youngsters
This was more or less our cricket until 1996 when some intrepid
youngsters, mainly from not so regarded vernacular schools, put us on
the cricketing map by winning the World Cup albeit in the limited over
form of the game. To the uninitiated the veritable circus at 'big'
matches may appear surreal. True, the old boys gather under a sweltering
March sun to have fun and they do it with malice to none.
Revelers
But it is a fact that in the context of our particular national
evolution many of the middle age revelers playing the donkey in the
sweltering heat happen to hold vital positions in society.
The British established these secondary schools to find supporting
staff for their colonial efforts and duly rewarded the pliant disciples
with the tag of native elite.
This early hold of the so called native elite on the levers of power
has continued with fluctuating impact to this day.
Among the more salutary traits said to be mysteriously possessed or
inculcated in the old boys was good form, particularly personal
integrity.
However except among the diehards it was common knowledge that this
claim of a superior sense of probity by the vacuous mimics of a culture
so foreign ran thin and there really was no basis for such a pose.
Today we are gripped by newspaper reports of the scandalous events
which seemed to have occurred in prominent financial institutions
dominated by distinguished old boys.
Even a society such as ours, so inured to evil deeds, is numbed by
the level of corruption which seems to have openly prevailed at these
institutions. Singaporean Kishore Mahbubani celebrated intellectual and
former ambassador at the United Nations of that outstanding country,
titled one of his famous books "Can Asians Think?" Obviously the answer
to this question is not self evident.
Adolescent years
If a group of persons insist on endlessly celebrating their
adolescent years to the exclusion of every other experience since, one
can assume that all that had happened to them between leaving school and
now have not been intellectually or emotionally rewarding. Apparently
since their mid-teens they have neither made any worthy friendships nor
been able to adapt meaningfully to the adult world.
The old boys seem secure only in the company of those who shared
their callow years and live the rest of their lives pinning for those
days.
Often we are frustrated by the poor services and standards that
confront us at every level. For example Kothu Roti making is a fairly
common way of securing a livelihood in this country.
As to whether the deafening noise made by its practitioners does
anything for its taste is doubtful.
But typically it is the general expectation that louder the noise
better the taste. Similarly, the pervasive three wheel business looks
more like a scavenging activity than a proper transport service.
A more dignified and disciplined attitude would have benefited all
the stakeholders of the service but we simply don't seem to have the
maturity to go for the higher road. This scenario repeats itself in
various forms in almost every sphere of our activity. It is a moot point
whether a nation which is determined to remain stuck in childhood
memories can evolve adult thinking and methods.
Phenomenon
The old boy phenomenon perhaps is a pointer to the level of maturity
of our adult population and may offer a clue to this country's despair.
It is fitting that the silliness of March inevitably gives way April,
with dark and sinister memories for this country.
It was in April that the Japanese bombed Colombo and also it was in
this month in 1971 that the JVP insurrection occurred, shattering many
illusions and permanently scarring the psyche of the nation.
'April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead
land....' Old boys and big matches, silliness followed by cruelty,
frivolity masking unabashed greed, seem the tune to which our national
wheel turns. |