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[feverpitch]

Died of failed liver... too many drinks for far too long...

You have proved this hypothesis wrong yourself. You say he died of a failed Liver. But you also claim that he died of collapsed lungs due to excessive drinking. therefore his liver did not fail you twit it was his lungs. It is beyond obvious that he drank and maybe that lead to the lungs failing not the liver. either ways the guy is dead. Must we comment on his personal habits instead of cherishing what he gave to the game of cricket? Apart from his cricket, neither you nor me are in a position to judge what he did because i honestly doubt either of us are privy to the man's life apart from anecdotal *e and hearsay.

It was my mistake. I typed lung instead of liver. It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

[sudzz]

Robin Waters, the man behind the wheel when Pataudi met with an accident, says the stalwart never cursed his fate

A car accident at the age of 20 that resulted in loss of vision in his right eye had a detrimental effect on Nawab of Pataudi's career. But the departed former India captain never complained about the mishap.


"While I was driving, a huge car tried to cut the corner and hit our vehicle. It wasn't our fault. It was the other driver who was responsible for the accident," Waters recalled.


Robin Waters

"Pataudi was bleeding and for a while I made him rest near a Queen Victoria statue. I remember the words 'Empress of India' written on the statue. He took the tragedy bravely," Waters said from his Dublin home, where he has been living for almost 40 years now.

"Pataudi returned to India after the accident and I went back to Ireland. There was no communication between us. Once, when Pataudi came with the Indian team to Ireland, he invited me for a team dinner.

We chatted for long.  He urged me to forget about the mishap. He would say it was in his destiny to lose the eye," added Waters, who also played for Ireland, Sussex and Bengal (in Ranji Trophy).

Waters reckoned the accident made Pataudi stronger. "He was a humble man.

He became a stronger captain after the accident," said Waters before adding, "I live very close to a Catholic church and I shall offer a mass for Pataudi."

Waters said Tiger was sensational as skipper for Oxford University team in 1961. "He demolished all attacks.
"He would have been in the same league as Sir Don Bradman if the leg-before rules were slightly relaxed during his time," he concluded.

http://www.mid-day.com/sports/2011/sep/270911-sports-Pataudi-never-complained-about-the-car-accident.htm

[RicePlateReddy]

.... It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

I am sorry FP, but I've got to say "commie".

[Cover Point]

.... It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

I am sorry FP, but I've got to say "commie".

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[feverpitch]

.... It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

I am sorry FP, but I've got to say "commie".

Care to explain?

[RicePlateReddy]

.... It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

I am sorry FP, but I've got to say "commie".

Care to explain?

Watching your back  when posting -- literally in this case -- is a symptom of an autocratic, oppressive, freedom limiting environment in general. Hence a light-hearted jab at the red-shirts. (Okay, I gave the warrantless large-scale wire-tapping in the 'land of the free' an unmerited  pass).

[Blwe_torch]

why even non-commies need to watch their backs.....while posting in Cricketvoice, besides other websites, et al. 

I need to watch my front.....as I have positioned myself as such, that even the office electrician or the network-hand cannot sneak behind me. But I can understand the discomfiture of someone looking into my laptop screen in office, when I am logged into anything else besides work ( Gmail or any other mail-Inbox is an exception).

[feverpitch]

.... It happens often when I post from office, and have to keep looking behind my back. My apologies.

I am sorry FP, but I've got to say "commie".

Care to explain?

Watching your back  when posting -- literally in this case -- is a symptom of an autocratic, oppressive, freedom limiting environment in general. Hence a light-hearted jab at the red-shirts. (Okay, I gave the warrantless large-scale wire-tapping in the 'land of the free' an unmerited  pass).

Considering that I live in the self-professed "largest democracy", and work in the "liberal" media (in fact under a pretty far-right editor, who is also well known for his dalliances with Radiia babe, the Brothers Ambani, etc), from outside, I'd be expected to expect not to be bothered. If only they knew the reality...

[DKG]

Dear Feverpitch

:-)))

Interestingly, your disclaimer itself suffered from the dreaded disease of back-watch-itis

You wrote "I typed lung in place of liver" .. when in fact you typed liver in place of lung ... and having typed that, went on the journalistic spree of associating of liver failure and drinks .. while possibly the only associations of lung damage and drinks (to the layman at least) are if one falls into a barrel after drinking or perhaps if one enters a "barrel of beer at one shot" contest and chokes to death

But, cool !!

Regards

[DKG]

The following article by Omkar Goswami in the BusinessWorld, issue dated 1st Oct 2011

Am not too sure of copyright issues but am posting in good faith that this is not copy prohibited when source is acknowledged


The Tiger In White

To my generation, there was only Mansur Ali Khan Pataudi. The man who made cricket different

Omkar Goswami

In the late 1970s, soon after joining Balliol College, Oxford, I was at a black-tie dinner sitting next to a distinguished gentleman in his mid-60s — Sir Edgar (Bill) Williams, fellow of Balliol and Warden of Rhodes House. He asked me if I was interested in cricket. On hearing that I was mad about the game, he regaled me over dinner with stories of Mansur Ali Khan Pataudi, a favourite of his, also a student of Balliol, captain of Oxford and Sussex. I still remember him saying, “Tiger was the best batsman that I have seen play for Oxford.”

Tiger was my generation’s hero. Those who watched cricket from the 1960s and up to the mid-1970s will never forget a man who led his team on to the field with a slight stoop, some 10 ft ahead of the rest, took his position at cover and, more often than not, would be the only player taking four to five steps forward, crouched and on his toes, as the bowler came up to his delivery stride. In an era where most Indian out-fielders believed that running after a ball was a waste of time, and that hard hit shots were best left alone or at most ineffectively blocked by splayed feet, only Tiger Pataudi and Rusi Surti fielded in the true sense of the word.

Here are three matches that I remember as if they were yesterday — one in 1969-70 which we lost, and two winning Tests in Tiger’s last series against the West Indies in 1975.

India versus Australia led by Bill Lawry, first Test, November 1969, at the Brabourne Stadium. Pataudi won the toss and chose to bat. After Sardesai, Engineer and Borde were dismissed by McKenzie bowling at a blistering pace and
India were 42 for 3, Pataudi and Ashok Mankad took control. The next wicket fell at 188 when Mankad was bowled by McKenzie — a fourth-wicket stand of 146 which was a record against Australia. Pataudi hit 14 boundaries and went on to score 95. Australia won the Test by eight wickets.

But Tiger showed two things: first, his ability to attack genuine fast bowling and play his favourite lofted shots despite one eye; and second, his unerring skill of using the spinners. In Australia’s first innings, despite a century by Keith Stackpole, 77 by Ian Redpath and 48 by Doug Walters, Prasanna took five wickets, Bedi took three, and Venkat two.

Tiger returned in 1975 to captain against Clive Lloyd’s team. India had been mauled in the first two Tests — by Kallicharran, Greenidge and Lloyd in Bangalore, and by Richards in Delhi. The third Test was at Eden Gardens. India started disastrously with Naik caught Murray off Roberts in the very first ball. Pataudi walked into a rising delivery by Roberts that hit his chin. When he returned after his stitches, he played like a man possessed, smashing Roberts for four boundaries in an over, and scoring a whirlwind 36. India was all out for 233.

Despite a 100 by Fredericks, West Indies scored 240 in its first innings — a lead of just seven runs. Then Engineer counter-attacked with 61, followed by an innings of sheer beauty by Viswanath, who scored 139 with 23 boundaries. India closed at 313 with a lead of 306 runs. But West Indies attacked and at the end of Day 4 were 146 for 3, with Kallicharran and Lloyd at the crease.

On Day 5, Lloyd began by punishing Chandra. But Pataudi persisted. And Chandra’s ball curled around Lloyd’s leg to take his stumps off. 163 for 4. Shortly afterwards, Chandra got Kallicharran. 178 for five. Soon it was 186 for six: Julien lbw’ed by Chandra. Then Bedi arm-balled Murray plumb in front of the stumps. 198 for seven. Holder ran himself out. Bedi then took the last two — Lance Gibbs and Andy Roberts. India won by 85 runs on New Year’s Day 1975. Tiger’s spinner’s had delivered for the Noob.

The fourth Test at Chepauk in January 1975. India batted first, scored 190 and played poorly, with the exception of Viswanath who was stranded without partners at 97. Roberts ripped the batting taking seven for 64. But it was to be Prasanna’s, Bedi’s and Chandra’s match. West Indies collapsed for 192, with Prasanna taking five for 70, Bedi three for 40 and Chandra one for 33. India scored 256 in the second innings.

Needing to score 255 to win, this is what happened: 1-32 (Fredericks, Prasanna), 2-45 (Greenidge, Chandra); 3-62 (Gibbs, night watchman, Chandra); 4-65 (Richards, Prasanna); 5-85 (Lloyd, Prasanna); 6-125 (Murray, Bedi); 7-133 (Kallicharran, run out); 8-138 (Boyce, Prasanna); 9-152 (Holder, Bedi); and all out 154 (Roberts, Bedi). India won by 100 runs. The spinners had delivered for Pataudi.

Tiger. Thank you. And rest well.

http://www.businessworld.in/businessworld/content/Tiger-White.html

[Blwe_torch]

Nice article...Thnx DKG...
I have just added the link below the article...

[Blwe_torch]

When Pataudi entered heaven, I am sure the crowd erupted…

by Tom Alter

I saw Pataudi play twice, once, in Poona, in early 1974. The team for the England tour was being selected and (Ajit) Wadekar was the king of Indian cricket, the man at the helm. Pataudi, the man who had created the kingdom was playing for a place in the team – as a prince, not a king.

Nehru Stadium, Poona – half-shamiana, then – and we were there, at square-leg, to see him. He strides onto the ground, dazzling in white; he strides onto the ground, and the crowd erupts; he has not touched bat or ball – and the crowd erupts.

In the covers, his kingdom on the field, he is after the ball like a tiger – again, the crowd erupts… he does not lope, he prowls… he does not growl, he purrs.

Son and actor Saif Ali Khan carrying Pataudi body during his funeral procession. AP
Pandurang Salgaonkar, speed demon, the common man’s hero… the dark, bright hope for the Indian team in a department, fast-bowling, where Solkar and Abid Ali were our medium-paced workhorses. And Salgaonkar was suddenly fast and dangerous.

And he hooks Salgaonkar out of the ground – not once, not twice, but thrice – with a swivel as lithe as any film-hero. But this is reality, hard ball and hard bat, not fantasy…

He is not selected for the tour – nor is Salgaonkar.

But the tour is a disaster, and Wadekar is stripped of his crown.

And the Windies are heading in – a new (Vivian) Richards, (Clive) Lloyd, (Andy) Roberts, (Lance) Gibbs – a team of champions.

And they call him back to captain India again; call him back to rescue a kingdom from ruin and he takes up the challenge. What a series, fit for kings… he against Lloyd. We lose the first two Tests – we win the next two. He handles the spinners, especially Chandrashekhar, as if they were special gems.

Bombay, the fifth and final Test at a new Wankhede Stadium – first match. My friends are down from Mussoorie to see the match… we sit in the sun-baked East Stand. Bedi drops Lloyd, and then Lloyd hits Bedi out of the ground – and then he comes into bat – for what would be the last time for India.

He is a wounded tiger; his prowl is a limp, his purr a groan. He hems and haws for a few runs. Roberts makes him dance, Gibbs makes him prod. I cannot watch, this is not him; this is not my hero; this is not the Nawab of Pataudi.

But it is – and always will be – my ultimate cricketing hero; our ultimate cricketing hero.

We lose the Test, but Lloyd and company know they have been in a fight; know they have almost lost their way in the jungle; know that the tiger almost had them.

I just cannot believe that he is gone. I am at the birthday party of a very dear friend – a true lover of cricket. He gives me the news – quietly, in deep mourning himself.

The others say how he represented an era, he was an era.

He was; he truly was…

I was honoured to have lunch with him once in Pataudi, about fifteen years ago, just the two of us…

The two hours were some of the happiest of my life – we talked cricket, and Urdu, and history, and life – with such ease, with such style…

He described how he was the next man in after Contractor had been hit by Griffith and he never saw the first delivery he faced – only heard it thump into the keeper’s gloves…

And now he is gone – MAK Pataudi.

Gone, and yet here forever…

When he entered heaven, I am sure the crowd erupted…

Khuda hafiz – to our Tiger…


http://www.firstpost.com/sports/when-pataudi-entered-heaven-i-am-sure-the-crowd-erupted-90562.html