Abhishek Sharma: The Fireworks Are Back

Somewhere in the dusty corridors of cricket history, a lonely footnote just sat up and demanded a raise. Abhishek Sharma, the left-handed wrecking ball from Punjab, has returned to form with the subtlety of a firework display in a library. One moment he was enduring the kind of lean patch that makes even your most loyal aunt start muttering about “maybe trying a different grip,” and the next he was turning Afghanistan’s bowlers into unwilling extras in a highlight reel that belongs in a museum of modern violence.
The climax arrived on a Thursday night in Delhi that was supposed to be a dead rubber. Afghanistan had already been politely but firmly shown the door in the series. The crowd was there more out of habit than hope. Then Abhishek walked out and decided the evening needed a plot twist.
Thirty balls later he had a hundred. Not a careful, graft-your-way-there hundred. A 30-ball hundred. The fastest by an Indian in T20 internationals, the fastest by anyone from a full-member nation against another full-member nation. Nine fours, eleven sixes, and a celebration that involved sitting cross-legged in a meditation pose as if he had just finished a particularly satisfying yoga class rather than dismantling an international attack.
The numbers are almost rude. Strike rate north of 300. Afghanistan’s total in reply: 94. Margin of victory: 127 runs. Player of the Match. Player of the Series. Somewhere, Rohit Sharma’s old 35-ball record against Sri Lanka is quietly requesting a transfer to a less competitive league.
What makes the whole thing funnier is the timing. Abhishek had arrived at this series with the kind of recent form that invites unsolicited advice from strangers on social media.
There had been the England tour, the Ireland misadventure, the occasional nine-innings stretch without a fifty that had the pundits clearing their throats. Form, in cricket, is a mysterious and slightly vindictive force.
It leaves without warning, stays away longer than it should, and then returns wearing a cape and asking if anyone missed it. Abhishek simply refused to panic. He kept talking about process, about playing like “Soormas,” about not letting one or two bad series define the batting group. Then he went out and scored 229 runs in three matches at a strike rate that would make a calculator blush.
There is something almost comic about the way he does it. Other batters sweat and grit their teeth and talk about “taking the game deep.” Abhishek treats the first six overs like a personal invitation to rearrange the furniture.
He doesn’t so much play shots as issue eviction notices to the ball. The bowler runs in with hope; the ball leaves the bat with a sense of urgency and a one-way ticket into the stands. By the time the fielding side has adjusted the field, he has already adjusted the scoreboard beyond recognition.
Sensible Friend
His opening partner Sanju Samson had the good sense to make a fifty of his own and largely stay out of the way, which is the cricket equivalent of being the sensible friend who drives the getaway car while the other one sets the building on fire. The rest of the Indian batting order came and went with the polite efficiency of people who know the main act has already finished the show. Afghanistan’s bowlers, to their credit, kept running in. They just ran in looking increasingly like men who had been told the fire extinguisher was full of glitter.
The humour, of course, sits in the contrast. Cricket loves a redemption story, but it prefers them with a bit of struggle and soul-searching. Abhishek’s version skips the montage of lonely nets and late-night doubts and goes straight to the part where the hero casually rewrites the record books while looking mildly surprised that anyone is still talking about the earlier lean patch.
“One or two bad series won’t define us,” he said afterwards, which is the sort of line that sounds humble until you realise he has just scored a 30-ball hundred and the opposition has been reduced to 94.
What comes next is the usual cricket question: can he keep it going? Form is a fair-weather friend, and the next series will bring new bowlers with new plans and the same old hope that this time the left-hander might, for once, play a quite little thirty. History suggests those hopes are optimistic.
(The writer is a senior journalist based in Mumbai.)






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