THE STONE STEPS frocking Sri Venkateswara College’s cricket field are burdened to capacity. The weekend is here and the ritualistic inter-college match is underway. But the spectators, munching gazak and slurping milky chai from paper cups on this brown and smoky Delhi morning, have their attention drawn to an event unfolding just beyond the crushed-chalk boundary. A fellow student, one repeating his first year BA programme, is being interviewed by a TV news crew—anchor, camera-person, microphone, tripod, the whole shebang.
“Toh Rishabh, aap Sehwag jaise batting karte ho, ya Gilchrist (Do you bat like Sehwag, or Gilchrist)?” asks the interviewer. The interviewee, Rishabh Pant, below-average college student and exemplary cricketer, nineteen years of age and all of seven first-class matches old, has his hands knotted behind his back. In reply,…