After decades of single column articles in newspapers, Indians suddenly started watching women’s cricket.
After decades of pay disparity, subpar facilities, and step-motherly treatment, Indians suddenly woke up, had a lazy Sunday lunch and decided to do their bit for the nation by watching the finals of the Women’s Cricket World Cup. There can be two explanations for this.
- The recent rise in jingoism among India’s urban middle class. The habit of going online and screaming slogans and bullying everybody who criticises the country. A lazy, shitty trend where Indians think they’re protecting the nation’s image by spewing venom on social networking sites, while Mark Zuckerberg smiles in his bed every night.
- Mostly sexist or patronising bullshit about how ‘India’s daughters’ are no less than India’s sons, or articles and videos about how pretty the women cricketers are.
Or take for example this tweet by Rishi Kapoor – a man who is 10th pass, has led a life of privilege, and spends his evenings drunk on Twitter – but has been made a social commentator by the brains in Indian media.
Stuff like this makes you question if the following Indian women’s cricket is receiving is actually for the better. If it’s worth it. So when my friend switched on the Indus Valley civilisation television in the room, I began watching the match with mixed feelings.
By evening, my timeline was flooded with a mishmash of hashtags, pictures, and wishes for India’s daughters. Mostly patronising bullshit on the lines of ‘Hey good job, we are proud of you’ and ‘Mhari chhoriyaan chhoron se kam nahi’.
Honestly, I don’t know if these guys really watched the match, or have any understanding of the sport of cricket. Because the finals was actually a terrible match. India worked hard to wrest the match from their erstwhile colonisers, only to squander it all away with amateurish strategy in the final lap.
In case you missed the match, this is what happened.
England opted to bat first, scoring 228 – a score many would consider sub-par with India’s in-form batting line up. In response, India’s innings played out like a Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie – interesting in the beginning, but making you question your time management skills by the end.
There couldn’t have been a better example of ‘throwing away a match’. Mithali Raj had to sprint for a dangerous single, and didn’t bother even dragging her bat or putting in a dive. Smriti Mandhana looked like she had taken the earlier article seriously and sent in Disha Patani to bat for her. Harmanpreet Kaur played an almighty heave just after reaching her 50, in a final no less! Veda Krishnamurthy’s innings would have given Sehwag a few heart attacks, and Deepti Sharma gifted her wicket when the team needed it most. The rest of the team hacked mindlessly at deliveries without a care in the world, and a match that should have been won in 43 overs was left to rot and go sour.
In all honesty, India threw away a match that was right in their pocket.
If anything, I feel bad for Mithali Raj, who deserved to win the tournament. Mithali Raj owns a string of cricketing records, including the most runs scored by a woman ever. She’s been playing for India since 1999 but has admittedly been let down by a team that never was good enough. Mithali Raj deserved to go out with a bang!
They said that this match could change the face of women’s cricket in the country. Probably. But I wish we Indians weren’t so patronising to the women’s cricket team. If anything, they need sponsors, better facilities, and following. Lots and lots of following. If you truly want to support the team, watch their matches. And take your patronising statements and shove them up your ass.
The Indian men’s cricket team is not followed due to an inherent sexism, even though we ARE a very sexist society. From the shaky 90s to the semi-confident 2000s, to the terrific 2010s, the craze for cricket has coincided with improved performances from the men’s team over the decades.
If people follow you and you do not perform, the following will wane. Look at our hockey team, now watched by lesser people than Bajrang Dal activists on Valentine’s Day. Or Altaf Raja – once the heartthrob of millions, now relegated to gutkha wrappers and pencil boxes.
On the other hand, look at sports like badminton, where women enjoy far greater following because they’ve outperformed men. The most famous male badminton player in India unfortunately, is still Jeetendra in Dhal Gaya Din, Ho Gayi Shaam.
After the match, I sat down to write a blog on the match. And it read like the rough draft of Dangal, on our daughters bringing pride to Mother India. But it felt wrong to post it. Because if the men’s team had lost to England in a World Cup final, I’d be furiously attacking my computer. Typing out hateful, trolly post. I’d make fun of Shikhar Dhawan’s tattoo and accuse X player of sucking K player’s cock. So why was I being Sant Tukaram now?
Trolling Sanjay Manjrekar doesn’t change the fact that Indian cricketers messed up the match big time. It doesn’t change the fact that India should have steamrolled England in the finals.
I wish the women cricket team achieves great heights and wins many tournaments in the future. But let’s face it, India’s daughters made a complete mess of this match.
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