Dinesh Karthik: On the couch with Koel
Dinesh Karthik: DKNY
Do not learn too much English, boy, they will hold it against you in some circles. Dinesh Karthik aka DK speaks fast, not quite Martin Scorsese but there’s a bit of New York in him. Just as there’s more than a bit of Dilli in Jatman.
Too bad he was Greg Chappell’s favourite boy. It’s possible he was the only one who understood GC, could be GC only understood him.
But the team needs a wicketkeeper not a dictionary. MSD fits into that role, and any attempt that DK made at make-shift keeping was just that.
I think it was to do with MSD’s looming aura over the makeshift keepers – jaws’ drop, catches drop, they bleed drop by drop. It’s far worse for little Patel, more MSD at CSK, what could possibly be worse?
But not so for DKNY. He was abroad, away, playing for Delhi, with the daredevils, he could be one too. And it is here that he finally expressed himself, as Ian Bishop would say.
Among the Indians, he was the best batsman in IPL2 for Delhi. Keeping wasn’t bad either, else it wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.
Then you remember, the kid can bat, you actually enjoy his play. He’s not tangled, not with the footwork or the mental webbing. Then you recall, DK won you the first T20 international. He opened in tests with élan.
Credit must go to Jatman, he captained DKNY. In a way only he can, he grounded DK with India, with New Delhi. So in a way, even before he became India’s again, DKNY became DKND.
On another train of thought, you can also read The world will forget your name, Dinesh Karthik