Rajan Bala in his heyday could sit with a man like Sunil Gavaskar and discuss the importance of footwork at a cricket crease, and more than once had he pointed out a tiny chink or two in the otherwise impregnable armour of the legendary opening batsmen, which ordinary journalists, either couldn’t even detect or were afraid to tell.
What’s wrong with sports journalism, asks the blog churumri, that it cannot even find space for the plight of one of its own.
Rajan, like KN Prabhu, R Mohan and Ayaz Memon to name just four, belonged to the generation of cricket writers that preceded mine — in the sense that they had all established their voices, their reputations, before the likes of Cricinfo and Rediff gave space and voice to a different breed.
The first time you stepped into a press box, you knew what Rajan brought to his byline: an integrity that was unquestioned, even when you sometimes disagreed with what he wrote. And it was the one lesson we took away from him — that your byline would be valued as long as you honestly write what you thought rather than serving as the mouthpiece of various special interests.
Spare a moment, a thought, for the man — he has deserved that, and more, from you.