So what has made habitual lazy blogger like me come out of the
closet and write....... well….. its one of those things that happen once in a lifetime
……its one of those things that invokes an emotion compelling enough that you have to write it down somewhere to be a part of your memories.
I must say that while growing up I was never a major cricket buff. For me it was a game of resentment because unlike couple of brothers of
mine I was always the one catching ball in the field and never the one to bat
or bowl as a matter of fact I was the one who was playing the game because
everyone else was doing so. But one fine day I saw a documentary of this young
9 something cricketer was was making headlines because of his explosive batting
…the first thing I remember noticing about him was that he was soo
uncomfortable giving the interview and was exactly the opposite on field. He
had this innocent and earnest expression
on his face which reflected his passion and dedication . I was awestruck…..later
he was called as god of cricket ‘ Mr Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar’.
I have never been the
one to understand cricket on side off side both were always Greek to me however
like any other child growing up in sachinmania I use to pray for him to bat and
score because he was the hope or should I say the only hope that made me
believe that india could win the match….like another person at that time I use
to stop watching the game if he was out.
I remember how much craze cricket had in our lives when my elder sister
threw me and my mom out of the house because we were not lucky for india and we
had to visit our neighbours house for watching the game.
Once I asked my younger brother to fill my slam book and the
only thing written in that page was ‘Sachin’ Sachin Sachin. Yes this was his
mania. I sometime envy people like him who have such single minded passion dedication
for the thing they believe in that come what may they shall not dither ….god I evnvy that so much !!!!!
The first thought that came to mind when it read about his ‘retirement’
was ‘ how shall he live now’ this game was his oxygen but then this is how it
is ….all good things….great things come to an end…..or may be an end is a new beginning
may be hopefully…with this I think I have written far too much by my standards
to ciaozz and good night
