An Old Monk.
It started with an article on Rahul Dravid in TOI.
Gist was Dravid’s monk-like demeanour the day before the test match.
Appears he was serenading the pitch barefoot and playing propah cricketing shots without a cricket bat.
Good only, as when he used his bat, it didn’t quite come off, did it?
Somewhere between all that divinity, Dravid was stamped with another name.
The Monk.
I liked the nonchalant way in which this moniker had been dropped -
It was as if Dravid had always been the Monk, almost like a good, old shoe.
This really got me thinking, what better than a Monk, monsieur?
What better than an Old Monk.
Steeped in many centuries of obsessive, unyielding headiness.
Rahul Dravid, the Old Monk.
Was he any younger wouldn’t have been bowled like that today.