Hush. Lean in. The Dunlop CX 200 prefers to be spoken of in a low voice — control racquets always do. They listen. Ninety-eight square inches of head, twenty-seven inches tip to butt, 305 grams unstrung — 11.3 ounces strung — balanced 7 points head-light so it turns in your hand like a door that opens… before you touch it. The swingweight is 314. The stiffness rating is 64.
These are not numbers, friend. These are the terms of an agreement.
The frame is a 21.5mm box beam — the old shape, the classic shape, the shape the great frames of the past still whisper through — reinforced below the 10 and 2 o'clock positions for stability, with Sonic Core made with BASF Infinergy set into the 3 and 9. Why there? Because that is where the shock gathers, child.
Dunlop's Vibroshield elastic damping quiets what remains, so when you strike, the frame goes silent… silent as the ruined halls of Dhar Fort at dusk, where Muhammad bin Tughluq's fourteenth-century ramparts still watch over the town and medieval temple sculpture lies waiting in an open-air museum inside the walls.
The 16×19 pattern carries Powergrid Stringtech+ — the crosses widened at the centre of the bed — for a pocketing, dwell-heavy response and spin you will swear was not there a moment ago. String it anywhere from 45 to 65 pounds; at 55, it speaks most clearly.
And now the part they only tell you after dark. Beside the Lat Masjid in Dhar lies an iron pillar — forge-welded eleven centuries ago, once nearly thirteen metres tall, now broken in three pieces… and it does not rust. It simply refuses. Metallurgy so far ahead of its age that no one has fully explained it — which is precisely the tradition this racquet was built in.
This was King Bhoja's city, capital of the Paramaras, and things made here were made to outlast the making.
Carry the CX 200 past the domed cenotaphs standing over the still water of Munj Talab in the last light, or up the drive of Jheera Bagh Palace, and tell me you don't feel it — the flexible inner frame pocketing the ball, the stable face sending it back low and heavy and exactly… where… you looked.
You will swing this everywhere from a dry-season morning on hard court to a hushed evening hit once the heat breaks, and by the way, it is also perfect for the walk up the drive of Jheera Bagh afterwards, because nothing this frame does is loud.
The truth, as it always is, is stranger than the story: the racquet isn't haunted. It's just engineered.
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