Why Virat Kohli makes us admire him a little more – and miss Sachin Tendulkar a little less

The best shot that Virat Kohli played this Sunday came after the match.

As he coped with the aftertaste of adrenalin, and as adoring teammates, past greats and present opponents took to social media to exhaust their stock of superlatives, Kohli’s first thought was this:

Shame on those people who have been having a go at anushka for the longest time and connecting every negative thing to her. Shame on those people calling themselves educated. Shame on blaming and making fun of her when she has no control over what i do with my sport. If anything she has only motivated and given me more positivity. This was long time coming. Shame on these people that hide and take a dig. And i dont need any respect for this post. Have some compassion and respect her. Think of how your sister or girlfriend or wife would feel if someone trolled them and very conveniently rubbished them in public. #nocompassion#nocommonsense

A photo posted by Virat Kohli (@virat.kohli) on Mar 28, 2016 at 1:44am PDT

That “fans” react to an incredible display of cricketing skill with such comments is only to be expected. “Social media has given voice to the voiceless” is a trope in common currency; that the anonymity of social media has empowered the cowards among us to vilify, slander, abuse, hurt in the name of humour is its reprehensible underbelly.

That a media organisation thought this was the “story” worth headlining, mere minutes after a young man had defied the odds and pulled off a performance for the ages, equally speaks to the rapid erosion of the media’s credibility and the climate of distrust, bordering on hatred, towards journalists everywhere. That another media outlet followed up by asking “Was Kohli right in defending Anushka Sharma?”, and inviting readers to weigh in on that “debate” speaks equally to the fact that the allure of the ‘click’ has replaced editorial judgment and even the canons of common human decency.

For Kohli to react as he did, as instantly as he did, says more about him than the skill he displayed in pulling off a chase that, by his own admission, he had given up as lost at the halfway mark. Apropos, note also that his next concern was to mourn the many innocents who died in the Lahore blasts on Easter Sunday, and the one after that to salute a retiring opponent, before he responded to a congratulatory message from his idol.

With each passing day, Kohli makes us miss Sachin Tendulkar a little less. And with each passing day, Kohli makes us admire him a little more – and more fervently because he is the antithesis to the platitude-spouting Indian sportsman we are so used to. By way of contrast, the avatar that preceded him in the cricketing pantheon had nothing to say of the serious issues surrounding the game while he adorned it, nor to the even more serious issues affecting the country during his stint in Parliament.

Kohli lives his life large, he plays his game large, he has a heart as large as all outdoors and he wears that heart very prominently on his sleeve. The abuses directed at sundry mothers and sisters, while not exemplary, are a sign of that complete immersion, as are the ferocious fist pumps when one of his mates gets a wicket or takes a catch or achieves some landmark with the bat. Kohli lives in the moment and he feels the moment vehemently, sometimes even venomously. And we celebrate such moments, or condemn them, depending on whether he took us to a win, or failed.

But beyond the already-storied cricketing prowess, beyond those strokes of creative concept and impeccable execution, Kohli this Sunday revealed something even more worthy of our adulation: class, and grace, and character.

This article first appeared on Smoke Signals.

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