GROWING UP IN the 1990s, it was hard not to be beguiled by the gifts that Indian cricketer and captain Mohammad Azharuddin was blessed with. He was a batsman of silken grace, who often made the ridiculous look simple. He was also, as it happened, a character of some intrigue. He rose from a humble background to phenomenal heights before crashing down in a wave of ignominy. Even today, more than a decade since the allegations of his tryst with match fixers first surfaced, we, especially those of us for whom Azhar was an icon, feel betrayed. How, we wonder, could a player of such preternatural ability fall prey to the gravest of sporting sins?
Tony D’Souza’s new film, Azhar, it was believed, might help unravel this enigma. But, as…