One problem I currently have with this Indian Test side is that I have no emotional connection to it anymore. With Dravid and Laxman gone, only Tendulkar remains — and you can’t help having all sorts of emotions and feelings about Tendulkar. But as I watched the New Zealand game, I kept thinking: does it really matter to me what happens to Kohli, or Rahane, or Raina, or Umesh Yadav?
I may butcher the following, so forgive me, but: There’s a fragment from Roland Barthes where he imagines a ship that has each individual part replaced until none of the original parts remain. Is it the same ship? India is India, and it’s been my team since I started following the game. But is it the same team without its individual parts? Of course, it’s possible that over time, I will learn to love Kohli just as I grew to love Dravid or Laxman — but it’s also possible that Dravid and Laxman and Ganguly arrived at an impressionable time of my life, when I was searching for heroes. If that stage is past, can I care anymore?
This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy watching Kohli plunder the opposition, or Yadav topping 140. But doesn’t it all seem somehow more empty these days? I guess this is what Devanshu meant when he introduced us to his team — I guess Sehwag, Zaheer and Tendulkar will have to do for now.