ABSTRACT
This book began with a question: India, whose India? It is not entirely for the sake of symmetry that I seek to conclude with a personal perspective on both India and cricket. ‘There was a time,’ wrote V. S. Naipaul in India: A Wounded Civilisation, ‘when Indians who had been abroad and picked up some simple degree of skill said that they had been displaced and were neither of the East nor the West. In this they were absurd and self-dramatizing: they carried India with them, Indian ways of perceiving. Now, with the great migrant rush, little is heard of that displacement. Instead Indians say that they have become too educated for India. The opposite is equally true: they are not educated enough; they only want to repeat their lessons. The imported skills are rooted in nothing; they are skills separate from principles.’
