Kohli may be the only batsman so far in cricket history to average more than 50 in all three formats—Tests (53.76), ODIs (59.57, till the Pakistan match) and T20 Internationals (50.29). Rohit, too, is in a rarefied echelon–classical, lazy elegance, and a silkily fluid strokeplay that seem to invite only superlatives for comparison. Kohli may appear to hurry into his shots, be it a rasping cover drive or a confident pull, but in contrast to Kohli’s emphatic strokeplay, Rohit inflicts minimum violence: the bat, so slight and malleable in his hands, seems to be a magic wand, sending loose deliveries shamefacedly to the boundary, or a potentate’s sceptre, banishing balls that have the audacity to rear at him, depositing them over the ropes. We see him now executing those upper cuts over the slips and point, the pulls behind the square leg umpire, the gentle pushes—all of them nonchalantly.