Equal amongst unequals (4 June 1999)
Some weeks ago, this country sent fifteen of its finest sons across the seven seas to do battle for honour and the flag
04-Jun-1999
4 June 1999
Equal amongst unequals
Shakil Kasem
Some weeks ago, this country sent fifteen of its finest sons across
the seven seas to do battle for honour and the flag. There is no
shame in admitting that, deep in our collective hearts, we did not
harbour much hope for their survival in the battles that lay ahead.
The nation stands corrected today. We await a triumphant return of
those brave sons, who have achieved what we dreamt but never dared. A
grateful nation opens its arms to these fantastic fifteen, whose
names, for certain, will now be emblazoned in letters of fire across
the skies of Bangladesh.
It is easy to be emotional about our cricket heroes, but also so
necessary. They have transported this country of teeming millions,
who are perennially engaged in an unequal battle for mere survival, a
nation that flounders at times in the depths of despair, because of a
multitude of reasons, for a glimpse of what lies beyond the realms of
our everyday life. They have given us a moment of the finest glory
that the world had on offer, a place in the sun. At this moment, at
this point in time, it is so very pertinent. They have seized the
day, and given it to the rest of their countrymen to savour. Never
have so many been grateful to so few.
By the time this World Cup is over, the results of the last few weeks
would be swamped under a mound of petty statistics. Included in that
pile of facts, figures and numbers would be the result of the match
in which one time World Champions and tournament hot favourites, were
seen by the rest of the world, to surrender tamely to the most
committed of debutantes. This match would be a part of history, yet
lost to it. We have CREATED history. No matter what statistics may
indicate, posterity will be told in no uncertain manner, never to
forget. The vanquished will remember, forever. On our part, we must
not compound irony by demeaning this achievement. This was our finest
hour, let no one even harbour a thought otherwise.
The present band of cricketers have done us proud; they have
displayed incredible levels of tenacity under immense pressure, and
performed heroically over and beyond the call of duty. Having never
been in such a rarefied atmosphere of the game before, Bangladesh
understandably took time to find its bearings. Four of the matches
saw us losing our way in the woods, just when we thought we had
matters under control. It was perhaps destiny, which ensured that the
team should peak in its last match. In a no-holds-barred encounter we
triumphed, and how!
We struck a blow for all our collective deprivations, the cumulative
ignominies suffered over the years. We broke the shackles, at last.
Once and for all.
Perhaps the odds against this victory were a million to one. Perhaps,
a similar victory may be a long time in coming. But it was possible,
and it can be done again. If we did not sleep, how could we make our
dreams come true? These heroes have woken up the world. Accept us
now; we are your peers.
Source :: The Daily Star