Aditya was deeply hurt by Nandhini’s actions. She could have stayed away or should have had the guts to profess her love publicly. She was just deceiving herself. The more he thought about it the more frustrated he was.
‘Yen namakku mattum life ipdi irukku?’
The worst thing was everybody barring his parents looked at him with awe, wonder and respect. And this made them stand at a distance from the real Aditya. And he was not comfortable to tell about Nandhini to his parents yet.
‘Adi, indha Love Buv elllam podhum. Ippa nammaku cricket dhaan mukiyam. Cricket dhaan nammaku kadavul. Innum perform pannanum, periya aala aganum’ he told to himself…
This was the only way to preserve his sanity from the endless loneliness, travel, public pressure and boredom. He was playing cricket not for anybody but for himself. Cricket was the way to attain Nirvana.
His cricket was reaching new heights in the next three years.
TV Footage
Aditya going to stage to collect the ‘Castrol Cricketer of the Year Award’
And giving a speech about hardwork, integrity, commitment, talent etc etc
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“India has the potential to be world beaters- Aditya” screamed an India Today Cover with the words super-imposed on a smiling Aditya close-up.
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“Meet the young wise lion in its den” wrote on senior sports writer when he was named Wisden cricket of the Year. The story and exclusive interview was for Outlook.
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“Aditya is on a rampage….Aditya’s ODI record is even better. He is nearing his 100th ODI and he has already scored 5047 runs at an astonishing strike rate of 92.13….” this time a story by Harsha Bhogle for ESPN.
For all his towering achievements his team was just about average. Some of the matches which India had in its pocket right through were lost in the last 5 overs.
Most of his teammates were a cut below him in their cricketing abilities and commitment.
He was specifically asked about the clear difference in class between him and his teammates during all the interviews.
“Hey its not fair to comment like that about our guys. They try hard. Sometimes you click and sometimes you fail at the most critical moment. Cricket is a game that can turn upside down in a matter of couple of overs.” was all he would say.
But deep inside he knew the accusations had a ring of truth. What disturbed him was that some clearly lacked commitment. He was the lone Tamil Nadu player. He was not sure whom to confide with what and so he kept a sweet diplomatic face to all of his team mates.
All these made him a loner.
His parents were good but he could not talk about his love nor about his cricketing frustrations yet.
He felt like calling Suresh….
Adi
Dei enna da epdi irukkei?
Suresh
Dei, engey irundhu pesare nee?
Adi
Melbourne. Summa bore adichudhu. Namma makkal kitte pesamnunu thonichu. Appuram epdi irukku Madras?
Suresh
Ingey ellam as usual. Ennada matter? Nandini nyabagama?
Adi
Adu appo appo varum. Eppavavadhu mail adippen. Oru masam kalichu diplomatica reply pannuva. Adhai yen nyabagapaduthare?
Suresh
Ennada indha series jeyika mudiyuma?
Adi
Adu en kayile illa machaan.
Suresh
Rombo diplomatic ayitte nee.
Adi
Hmm nerya sollanum da. India world laye best teama vardhu ellam rombo kashtam
Indha system la neraya loopholes irukku. Naan oru exception…
Suresh
Glorious exception
Adi
Seri vechikko. But inge neraya politics. Neraya paisa. In fact ellame paisa. Enakku neraya pesanum. Ana yaarai nambi enna solradhunnu therila. Pesama diary eludhalaamnu rukken. Koncham kottita nimmadhi kidaikum nu thonudhu…
Suresh
Eludhu eludhu. Team youngsters kooda nalla rapport vechukko. Pinnadi udhavum. Seri dei nan veliya koncham velaya irukken. Nama appurama pesalam ok va?.
Adi
Miss you all da. Bbye
He wrote everyday. His observations, frustrations, his anger towards Nandhini, then pains when he missed her, his friends, all went into the diary.. Some of his diary excerpts which he had written in tamil. The language he is most comfortable with…
“Gaurav Mukherjee, enga arumai captain. ivana enna solradhuney therila. Bouncer ada theriyadhu. Enna problem na idhu ulagathukkey theriyum aana idhu varaikum improve panna oru step edukalai…”
“Pesama ellarayum madhiri sumara padichu, oru ponnai parthu kalynam pannitu settle ayirkalam.
….Innaiku Australia, adutha Masam New Zealand appuram thiruppi England.. hmm enna pozhappu da idhu?”
“Rajiv, a flamboyant, reckless chap. Koncham kooda poruppu illa. Talented player. but arivu suthama kedyadhu. Innum 30 run venum 40 ball irukunna evanavadhu down the wicket vandhu 6 try pannuvana? Ithanaikum andha match la ivan dhaan last recognized batsman. Adhuvum finals. Kastappattu adicha 100 waste. Andha cup pochu ivanale.
6 maasathukku oru dhadavai oru 50/100 adipaan. Captain backing irukku. Ennavo sponsorship kanraavi…”
“Test matches… Batsman enna dhaan adinaalum tests jeyikaradhu ellam bowlers kayile dhaan irukku. Namma bowlers Australia la naay adi pei adi vangaraanga. Aussie new comer kooda madhika maatengraan. No quality fast bowlers. Yen? Nalla pitches illai.. Namma board is full of cash but also full of scoundrels… Ellamey paisa. Cricket team sponsorship la irundhu telecast rights varaikum total corruption”
“1980’s la Australia oru sothai team. Ana ippo? Epdi avanga mattum improve pannirukanga? Even their B team is capable of beating any test team in the world.
How come they alone are able to make excellence a matter of habit and routine?”
“Going by the way some matches are lost. Betting laam naama nenaiachadhai vida neraya nadakudho nu nenaika thonudhu….”
His diary went on and on. Sometimes really explosive. Sometimes useless ranting.
One day while on tour in Australia, a petty thief entered his hotel room. Unusually, the theif happened to be a Sri Lankan Tamil. He read the diary and whistled. He slipped out, took a copy and placed the original back in Adi’s hotel room after sometime. He knew that would in all probability will be his last petty theft. He knew he was sitting on a goldmine. He did not touch any other item in the hotel room.
A few days later, He gets a call from a stranger
Stranger
Adi, I have some explosive information which has the potential to ruin your career…
Adi
Hey?What? Who are you?
Stranger
I’m serious. You could well be playing your last international tomorrow if you do not pay heed to my words…
Adi
Shut the fuck up and get lost. Do whatever you can..
He switched off his mobile.
After 90 overs of gruelling Test cricket Down Under, the last thing one wants is a blackmail call from a crazy guy who thinks he is playing a practical joke.
There was nothing he had which was remotely scandulous. Or so he thought…
The next day morning IST.
The Times of India had a headline like “Aditya blames Indian Cricket Board, his captain and a few other players in an explosive diary write-up”
That afternoon (since it was afternoon in Australia when it was morning in India),
Aditya got the shock of his life when none of his teammates acknowledged his hundred at the MCG when he raised his bat. The only people cheering were some innocent migrant Indians settled in Australia, the sportive Aussie cricketers and some sections of the Aussie public.
The Indian dressing room was all but dead. The captain was staring at him.
Something was not right.