The Paradox of Fawad Alam and Umar Akmal: Stability vs. Spark in Pakistan Cricket

Pakistan's cricketing legacy is one of raw talent, thrilling unpredictability, and an innate flair that has captivated fans for decades. In a country that consistently produces cricketing sensations, few players have stirred as much debate as Fawad Alam and Umar Akmal—two batsmen whose contrasting styles encapsulate a perpetual question in Pakistan cricket: stability or spark?

Fawad Alam is a cricketer beloved in Pakistan for his resilience, embodying the unwavering grit of an underdog. From his debut, he showed flashes of potential but struggled to secure a permanent place in the national team. Critics saw a player who excelled in the domestic circuit but, frustratingly, could not replicate that form on the international stage. Nonetheless, he did not fade into obscurity; instead, he refined his technique, honed his temperament, and dominated domestic competitions. Now, with a more robust skill set and a mind matured by years of toil, Fawad’s recent performances have shown glimpses of the player Pakistan desperately needed in its brittle middle order—a batsman who can anchor the innings with steady resolve.

Yet, for all his talent, Fawad Alam’s batting lacks the flamboyance traditionally associated with Pakistani cricket. He is no Saeed Anwar or Inzamam-ul-Haq, both of whom combined artistry with aggression, electrifying audiences with audacious shot-making. Instead, Fawad brings a level-headedness that some find admirable but others, accustomed to the dashing Pakistani style, find subdued. His appeal lies in the reassuring calm he brings to an otherwise volatile line-up, even if he lacks the dazzling charisma of past batting greats.

Enter Umar Akmal: a player who, from the outset, promised to be a torchbearer for Pakistan’s impetuous style. When he burst onto the scene with a century in his first ODI and an equally impressive debut Test hundred against New Zealand in Dunedin, he displayed the trademark fearlessness that defines Pakistan’s batting lore. Umar’s strokeplay evokes comparisons to legends like Javed Miandad, with quick footwork, and Zaheer Abbas, with impeccable timing. His audacious approach and counter-attacking style can shift the momentum of a game in an instant, injecting a jolt of energy and leaving bowlers and fans alike mesmerized.

However, while Umar’s game is replete with flair, it has also been inconsistent. His natural aggression, if untempered, risks leading to premature dismissals and missed opportunities to convert fifties into hundreds. In Pakistan, where cricket careers are often hampered by unstable management and political intrigue, Umar Akmal’s potential has not been carefully nurtured. A player with his gift needs guidance on how to channel his energy constructively, turning his quick-fire innings into game-changing performances. With a mentor like Zaheer Abbas—himself an elegant, attacking batsman—Umar Akmal has a chance to learn how to balance his instincts with strategic patience. Such guidance could transform him into a true asset for Pakistan in the longer formats, but only if his immense talent is carefully cultivated.

These two players, so different in style, raise essential questions about the kind of batting identity Pakistan wants to uphold. Fawad Alam’s re-emergence symbolizes a need for dependability and composure, a quality often overshadowed by Pakistan’s hunger for spectacle. Yet, the very spirit of Pakistan cricket is tied to its fearless approach—a spirit embodied by Umar Akmal. Together, they represent the dual nature of Pakistani batting: the stability needed to weather storms and the flair that can turn a game on its head.

For fans and selectors alike, the paradox of choosing between a steady hand and a thrilling spark remains unresolved. Fawad Alam and Umar Akmal each bring something vital to Pakistan cricket, but their contrasting styles reflect a deeper struggle within the team’s identity. An ideal Pakistan team would make room for both types of players—those who can weather the innings and those who can take charge with impulsive brilliance. In blending Fawad’s patience with Umar’s dynamism, Pakistan could strike a balance that honours its history while adapting to the demands of modern cricket.

Thank You

Faisal Caesar

An Evening with Legends: A Cricket Fan’s Unforgettable Encounters at the Asia Cup

The sun had set over Dhaka, and the city buzzed with the energy of the Asia Cup. For cricket fans, it was a festival of heroes—a chance to encounter the players they admired, players who inspired them to stay glued to matches and revere each boundary and wicket. For me, that Asia Cup wasn’t just a spectacle on TV but a rare chance to meet a friend from Sri Lanka and get a glimpse into the world of cricket's legends, a privilege for any devoted fan.

That friend was Kanagasabapathy Arulmoly, or Arul, as I fondly call him. Arul had come to Dhaka for work, yet he shared my love for cricket as if it were part of his very spirit. We bonded on Facebook through our mutual admiration for the game, each respecting the other’s nation’s strengths and players. When Arul invited me to meet him at the Pan Pacific Sonargaon Hotel—the very hotel where Asia Cup teams were staying—I could hardly contain my excitement.

Braving Dhaka’s relentless traffic from Mirpur to Sonargaon Hotel was no small feat. But, as any cricket fan knows, traffic is a small price to pay for an evening spent in the company of a friend and the mere possibility of meeting the cricketers we idolized. I arrived a bit late, yet my spirits were high, and Arul greeted me with the warmth of an old friend. As we took our seats in the lounge, our conversation flowed effortlessly, every word a celebration of our shared love for cricket.

To our surprise, we spotted Rahul Sharma, the tall Indian leg spinner, engaged in a phone call. Arul, ever the optimist, nudged me and said, “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get a chance to meet the others.” I laughed, imagining the barriers—security, player protocols, and the very aura that separated fans from the world of their cricketing heroes.

We moved to the dining area and spotted a cluster of Indian players—Gautam Gambhir, Suresh Raina, Virat Kohli, and the Pathan brothers, all sharing a meal with Praveen Kumar. Arul and I shared a quiet, shared thrill. Kohli stood up to get dessert, and Arul encouraged me to approach him. I greeted him with a “Salaam,” but he appeared uninterested, as did Gambhir. I retreated, half-disappointed yet still exhilarated at just being in their presence. 

It was then that we noticed MS Dhoni sitting alone, lost in thought. As I watched him, I felt an inexplicable connection—here was the calm, steadfast leader who had steered his team to countless victories. Despite the opportunity, I hesitated to disturb him, but Arul and I speculated—was he seated alone by choice, or did he prefer a quiet moment to himself amidst the team’s usual camaraderie?

As we were about to leave the dining area, we encountered Azhar Ali, the rising Pakistani batsman. With a respectful “Salaam,” I asked if we might take a photo together, and he graciously agreed, leaving me touched by his warmth and generosity. Our excitement only grew as we walked toward the poolside, where we found Younis Khan. Ever the gentleman, Younis greeted me with a bright smile, and, with my friend’s help, we captured a treasured moment in a photograph. Younis soon departed, but Arul and I continued exploring the poolside, captivated by each player encounter.

We soon came upon Misbah-ul-Haq, Saeed Ajmal, and Umar Gul, relaxed and unwinding. While Ajmal was busy on a call, Misbah graciously allowed us to take a picture, though his demeanour was reserved. But it was Umar Gul who left a lasting impression. Friendly and welcoming, he invited us to sit beside him for the photo. As we thanked him and moved on, we both felt a deep appreciation for the kindness that these players showed to their fans.

Back at the dining area, Dhoni was still seated alone. Summoning courage, I approached him and asked, “Sir, may I have a snap with you?” To my delight, Dhoni agreed, inviting me to sit with him. Despite some camera troubles, he patiently waited for his calm and humility a testament to the respect he held for fans. His humility amazed me—a player of his stature, treating a fan as if they mattered.

The memories from that evening are some of my most cherished, not just because I met these players but because I glimpsed a side of them that transcended their on-field personas. Each encounter reminded me that cricket is as much about humility, respect, and connection as it is about skill and triumph. Though the Asia Cup of that year ended with the heartbreak of a narrow loss for Bangladesh, it left me with memories that I will carry with me forever. And while this year I couldn’t recreate the experience, the lessons of that night remain clear: cricket is not just a game; it’s a shared language, bridging cultures, and bringing together hearts.

Thank You

Faisal Caesar