Adam Gilchrist 'walking' during the World Cup semi-final against Sri Lanka in 2003
‘Aevidda paya dahas vatee’
is a Sinhala saying that refers to the value of walking. Literally, it
means, ‘feet that walk are worth thousands…’ Thousands of kahavanu or masurang
we don’t know. If we talk in rupees, we would have to talk of hundreds
of thousands or millions and not thousands considering inflation and of
course the fuel crisis that crippled one and all.
Walking is
good for many reasons, including of course fund-raising activities. But
there’s another kind of walking. One associated with cricket. It refers
to a batter who knows he/she is out (for, say, having nicked a delivery
ever so faintly to the wicket keeper or slip cordon) and although
appeals from fielders haven’t swayed the umpire nevertheless decides to
walk back to the pavilion, outing him/herself, so to say.
Today
with DRS and third umpires, the bowler, fielders and umpires have the
opportunity to press the point home should they feel they are right.
Today, as it was the case before the ICC pencilled in review options and
the development of technology, there are no laws that say you can’t
wait for the umpire’s decision. Doesn’t mean batters cannot walk though.
Some still do, still.
What’s important is that it is a moral
rather than legal issue. Anthony McGowan explores the moral prerogatives
in a wonderful article titled ‘The ethics of walking in cricket: from
Socrates to Nietzsche’ in www.theguardian.com published in December 2019.
Based
on the ideological or even philosophical predilections of well known
Western historical figures who made morality, among other things, their
concern, McGowan speculates on whether or not each would walk. Here’s
the gist.
‘Socrates would have walked. Plato would have too,
if he hadn’t got rid of cricket altogether. The next is hilarious:
Diogenes the Cynic ‘would have marched out to the wicket and defecated
on the pitch, just short of a good length. Epicurus would have walked
and advocated walking to boot. Aristippus and the Cyrenaics would say
‘do not walk, just enjoy your time out there.’ Pyrrho of Elis and the
Skeptics who insisted that nothing is certain would not have walked.
Stoics, trusting fate and convinced that if the umpire hasn’t given it
then it must be the right decision, would not walk. Aristotle would have
walked but only if he was sure that the umpire was about to give him
out; otherwise he would stand his ground. Kant, who believed that fellow
crickets are owed the truth would have walked. The Utilitarian does not
walk for there’s no utility value in doing so. Nietzsche would not have
walked.’
There you have it. The particular batter will think
through the dilemma as per the moral tenets he/she subscribes to.
Judgment on the act (of walking or not) will likewise be informed by the
morality each ‘judge’ has embraced. So ‘walkers’ would be applauded by
some and vilified by others. All very subjective.
There are two instances that come to mind. Feel free to judge, to applaud or condemn.
During
the 97th Battle of the Blues, in 1976, the entire Royal team appealed
for a caught-behind down the leg side and the umpire ruled Lalith
Ratnyake out. The batsman had been shocked and it showed on his face. He
just shook his head and walked back. The umpire’s decision was final
and respected. That was the sportsman’s creed back then.
The
reaction was not lost on the Royal skipper, T M S Saldin. He conferred
with his teammates and requested the umpire to call Ratnayake back. Many
claim that Saldin knew enough of Ratnayake to understand that he would
not feign disbelief at the dismissal. Many claim that had it been any
other Thomian, Saldin would not have bothered to ‘review’ with his
teammates.
A few years later, in 1982, the Royal veggie Malik
Samarasinghe had enticed Stefan Anthonisz offer the faintest of an edge,
so faint that only the keeper, Sarinda Unamboowe had appealed. The
umpire declined the appeal.
Anthonisz stood firm for a few
seconds looking at the ground. Then he turned, looked Sarinda in the
eye, and as Sarinda later recalled, ‘muttered an audible obscenity and
to the shock of all, on and off the field, tucked his bat under his arm
and trudged off the field.’
All the Royalists on the field, once
they realized what had happened, had applauded Anthonisz all the way to
the pavilion. There may have been some Cyrenaics, Stoics, Aristotlians
and Utilitarians in the Thomian camp who would have been scornful.
Sarinda,
it is reported, had made a beeline for the Thomian dressing room at the
tea break to shake Stefan’s hand and to confess, ‘I would never have
done that.’
Two examples, then, of a different kind of aevidda paya, feet
that walked. Feet that walked the talk, in fact; the talk of the done
thing being done. The one where perceptions of an individual’s integrity
persuaded a decision-review and a decision-reversal; a walk back
associated with certain moral convictions; and the other a walk praised
and perhaps scorned. Feel free to judge, to applaud or condemn.
Both
matches ended in draws. Had there been decisions in either match, the
significance of these small acts may have been assessed differently and
different values attached to each.
Suffice to say that
Anthonisz, Ratnayake and Saldin are remembered more often than whoever
excelled with bat or ball. All things considered, these walks were pure
gold forged in the alchemy of moral consideration. Intangible and yet
highly valued.
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Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990)
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Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi
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A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya
The soft rain of neighbourliness
Reflections on waves and markings
Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra
The right time, the right person
The silent equivalent of a thousand words
Crazy cousins are besties for life
The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis
Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins
Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness
Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable
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