Recently, I asked my son: ‘Who are your favourite cricketers?’
Two names stood out in his batch of answers: Pakistan’s Imam-ul-Haq and England’s Jack Leach.
‘Because they both wear glasses,’ said my bespectacled 11-year-old.
His statement struck me hard. It wasn’t so much an acknowledgement of the players he watched, but an acknowledgement of his own identity and sense of belonging. My son was like Imam and Jack. Or more tellingly, Imam and Jack were like him. Perhaps old-fashioned perception would shove all three of them into a class of nerds, but times change, and nowadays, perception walks