Bishan Singh Bedi’s breathtaking deception began when he corrected his turban, the color of which was getting brighter with years and wickets. He twisted the kada on his right arm upwards as if that might disturb his rhythm. He tossed the ball from one hand to the other and began his six-pitch diagonal run-up, taking his time and making no fuss, as if he were swimming to his stand. The movements were relaxed and graceful, unhurried and hypnotic. From deep