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Waleed Hussain

4 March 2025 at 8:04:30 pm

Masters of the Three-Hour Party

Congratulations, West Indies. You’ve done it again. You’ve reminded the world that when the music is loud, the boundaries are short, and nobody has to bat longer than it takes to finish a Red Stripe, you remain an absolute force of nature. Chasing 250 against India in Ranchi with Shai Hope smashing an unbeaten 102 off 45 balls and Sherfane Rutherford going berserk for 84 off 37? Pure Caribbean swagger. Second-highest successful chase in T20 history. Cue the fireworks, the Instagram reels, and...

Masters of the Three-Hour Party

Congratulations, West Indies. You’ve done it again. You’ve reminded the world that when the music is loud, the boundaries are short, and nobody has to bat longer than it takes to finish a Red Stripe, you remain an absolute force of nature. Chasing 250 against India in Ranchi with Shai Hope smashing an unbeaten 102 off 45 balls and Sherfane Rutherford going berserk for 84 off 37? Pure Caribbean swagger. Second-highest successful chase in T20 history. Cue the fireworks, the Instagram reels, and the inevitable “West Indies are back!” headlines from people who only watch cricket when it fits between dinner and bedtime. It’s almost touching how reliably the Windies can summon this brand of chaos. Give them 20 overs, a flat pitch, and the promise of franchise contracts, and they turn into a travelling carnival of six-hitting. Rutherford swings like he’s still in a Caribbean Premier League final. For three hours, they are irresistible, making you believe the old magic never left. And then the sun comes up, the pitch starts offering a bit of bounce or turn, and the same team suddenly looks like it has collectively forgotten how to hold a bat for more than 40 minutes. Test cricket continues to treat the West Indies like a particularly cruel practical joke. Bowled out for 27 by Australia in Jamaica. Regular sub-200 totals that barely last until the drinks break. A collective batting average since 2020 that makes you wonder if some of these players have ever seen a red ball outside of a museum. The once-feared pace attack is now a polite suggestion. The batting line-up, once stocked with men who could dominate for sessions, now collapses with the consistency of a poorly built sandcastle at high tide. In T20, they are the cool kids at the party - loud, flashy, impossible to ignore. In Tests, they are the ones who showed up without doing the homework and are now staring at the floor while the teacher asks questions. None of this is entirely the players’ fault. The system that produced the greatest teams in cricket history has spent the last two decades slowly dismantling itself with the efficiency of a controlled demolition. Domestic structures that produce short-form specialists rather than long-form craftsmen. Pitches that encourage hitting rather than grafting. A calendar so dominated by franchise leagues that a five-day match feels like an unpaid internship. Why spend six hours a day in the middle grinding out a fifty when you can smash three sixes in an over, collect a cheque, and be home in time for dinner? The board’s financial struggles only accelerate the exodus. Yet the sarcasm writes itself when people still talk about a “resurgence.” A resurgence in T20 is like being the best dancer at a wedding after three drinks—impressive in the moment, completely irrelevant the next morning. The West Indies have been “resurging” in white-ball cricket for years now. They win a T20 World Cup, look dangerous for a series or two, then quietly disappear when the format requires anyone to stay at the crease past the powerplay. Meanwhile, Test cricket, the format that once defined Caribbean identity, that produced Holding, Roberts, Ambrose, Lara, and Richards - continues its dignified funeral. The occasional win against Sri Lanka or a competitive draw is treated like a renaissance. Every time Hope or Rutherford clears the ropes, someone inevitably starts waxing lyrical about the “Caribbean way,” as if the Caribbean way was invented in 2008 when T20 became profitable. The old West Indies didn’t just entertain for three hours. They dominated for five days. They made opposing batsmen question their life choices. They produced sessions of sustained hostility that felt like weather systems. That version of the team is not “adapting to the modern game.” It is being actively replaced by a product better suited to highlight reels and franchise auctions. So yes, celebrate the record chase. Enjoy the sixes. Applaud Hope for looking like a proper leader under lights. Just don’t insult anyone’s intelligence by calling this a balanced resurgence. The West Indies are currently world-class at the version of cricket that requires the least amount of sustained concentration and the most amount of Instagram potential. In the version that still separates the serious from the spectacular, they remain a cautionary tale wrapped in maroon. (The writer is a senior journalist based in Mumbai. Views personal)

Selective Outrage

May 9, 2025
2 min read

India’s left-liberal media has long prided itself on being the torchbearer of secularism, dissent and moral rectitude. In the aftermath of ‘Operation Sindoor,’ the precision military strike launched by the Modi government against Pakistan-based terror camps, it has revealed its not a principled commitment to peace or truth, but a disturbing penchant for ideological prejudice, performative sanctimony and selective outrage.


The operation itself was a textbook display of calibrated force and geopolitical prudence. Prime Minister Narendra Modi, often caricatured as ‘authoritarian’ by the ‘liberal’ English-language commentariat, chose patience over provocation. He consulted opposition leaders, held detailed discussions with defence chiefs and took key international stakeholders, notably the United States and Russia, into confidence before authorising limited military action. The symbolism of ‘Operation Sindoor’ was also carefully crafted: a pointed reminder that the attack’s real victims were Hindu women widowed by Pakistan-sponsored militants in Kashmir. The government’s briefings were also strategic and symbolic as two ranking female officers, one of them Muslim, were made the public face of the mission, underlining a new Indian confidence that blends military muscle with democratic pluralism.


But this was unacceptable for India’s entrenched ‘left-liberal’ press, steeped in academic jargon, Western validation and a knee-jerk hostility to anything remotely ‘Hindutva.’ That a Muslim officer briefed the nation on ‘Operation Sindoor’ was branded ‘tokenism’ by such commentators. Others crudely alleged that the April 22 Pahalgam massacre was the logical culmination of reported atrocities against Muslims since Modi came to power in 2014.


The semantic nitpicking over ‘Operation Sindoor’ was maddening. An editor of a prominent magazine dubbed the operation’s name as ‘patriarchal’ and coded in Hindutva tropes. In a bizarre case of moral inversion, sindoor was likened to symbols of ‘honour killings’ and gender oppression, ignoring both its cultural resonance and the cruel reality that these women had lost their husbands in cold blood. For years, India’s ‘secular’ commentariat nurtured a preordained binary: the Congress may be flawed but was at least ‘secular’ while the BJP was an inveterate ‘fascist.’ Thus, the 2002 Gujarat riots are always focused upon but the Congress-backed pogrom of the Sikhs in 1984 is either downplayed or rationalised. Terrorism in Kashmir is tragic, but state retaliation is ‘jingoism.’ A strong Muslim voice in government is ‘tokenism’ but its absence is ‘exclusion.’ Even journalistic rigour is selectively applied. When Pakistan claimed to have downed Indian jets, some Indian outlets rushed to amplify the story before verification, inadvertently echoing enemy propaganda.


Dissent is vital in any democracy. But when its becomes indistinguishable from disdain, when editorial choices are dictated by ideological conformity, then the press becomes a caricature of itself. Ironically, many of these journalists enjoy robust free speech and loudly lament India’s supposed slide into ‘fascism’ from the safety of their X handles. Yet they turn a blind eye to Putin’s repression, Erdogan’s purges or Xi Jinping’s camps. In their eyes, Modi remains the greatest threat to democracy even as they broadcast their outrage freely, without fear of censorship or reprisal. ‘Operation Sindoor’ was a statement of cultural self-confidence. That confidence has rattled those who have spent their careers gatekeeping Indian discourse. Today, their monopoly is over. The people are watching and they no longer believe that the emperor has clothes.

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