Profile of Suresh Menon
Suresh Menon is an author, most recently of 'Why Don’t You Write Something I Might Read?'
Spin is an Indian strength and we should own it, as long as wickets don't excessively favour one side.
Speaking of the high-voltage drama that a cricket match between the two neighbours ensues, Suresh Menon tells how sports rivalry is not confined to the Asian archrivals alone. It is rather our version of the England–Australia and Australia–New Zealand rivalries, except that they are not kept alive by politicians and media for political and commercial gains
Physically, Virat Kohli doesn’t appear to be struggling, but as it often happens when you are out of form, the first mistake you make tends to be your last.
Shane Warne bowled like a millionaire and lived life the same way. In the end only memories, and Youtube videos, remain.
Over the past two years, Covid rendered spectator sports—that symbol of civilisational normality—into a battleground of perception
Ved plunged headlong into life, determined to experience all it had to offer
The almighty might be invoked for that final push, but sportsmen have implicit faith in training, coaches and true grit, writes journalist, Suresh Menon
In Outlook this week, a diary on cricket XIs, 'dream team' and Wisden India, by Suresh Menon.
Bose’s wide canvas of limited depth is at its best when he roams Indian cricket’s delicious suburbs, not in its audacious socio-historical claims
There is no one reason that defined Mahendra Singh Dhoni’s life as a cricketer. He defied the grammar book on the field and his demeanour off the pitch was a lesson in achieving nirvana.
Privileging competence, even stolidity, over flash and dazzle and multiple stabs over awesome blows, India wore Australia down in an un-Indian manner
Privileging competence, even stolidity, over flash and dazzle and multiple stabs over awesome blows, India wore Australia down in an un-Indian manner
Warne wastes words rambling on his growing up, affairs and escapades. On spin bowling, cricketing personages and vignettes he delivers like a maestro.
The mad rush of change in Indian cricket is scrutinised by the journalist, with look-ins by the historian, as large splotches of rehashing stain the account
Guha liberated Indian cricket writing from its pedantic rut. He visits the game with empathy, amid its socio-cultural moorings.
Sanjay Manjrekar's insightful and utterly frank autobiography sets a high standard to aim for, while engendering in us a new respect for the man
Sardesai’s playing XI is unrealistic, the subject’s stories familiar. Only when he dons the garb of a journalist do the stories yield extra spin and bite.
A patchwork run through India’s Test history has great anecdotal charm, but is repetitive
Can cricket be a leveller in India? Adiga’s eleven find it out the tough way.
He makes the cherry vanish across boundaries. He also makes boundaries vanish.
Ganguly is guilty as far as the ICC code goes. But does the code go too far in killing the spirit of the game?