Sachin "THE GOD" Tendulkar

How fair would it be to write a blog and not have written about the GOD. Unfair? Doesnt really matter? Blasphemy is more like it. With an experience comparable to my age I guess apotheosizing him is still a little short of the respect he deserves.

There's never a place in the world that will chill your spine, make your hair stand on its ends and give you goosebumps like a stadium where sachin is weilding his willow. 70000 people chant one name in unison. Giving it magical powers to shoulder the hopes and dreams of a billion more people. So much so that the name induces fear in the opposition. A swing of the bat and the cracking noise it produces when it meets the ball is followed by an uproar from the crowds, enough to make even the toughest and best, tremble to catch the ball. Such is the magnitude of impact of one name, "Sachin."

The journey from child prodigy to the master has been but enthralling. Everytime he padded up, a nation came to grinding halt. If the Almighty had the luxury of emails and sms, he would have probably been petrified by the mass number of prayers he recieved to keep this batsman at the crease. And the curses recieved when the batsman had to leave, even more so if it was a bad decision. I'm pretty sure that if the Almighty incarnated himself on earth, he'd wish he'd never come to earth, each time that Sachin got out.

The 90's was when the Sachin phenomenon proliferated. The Indian cricket scene, lets face it, was a one-man-show those days. Mr. Dravid and Mr. Ganguly did play their parts. But never as profound as the little master. Teams have openly declared, they did not lose to India, they have lost to a man called Tendulkar. And to glorify him further, a signboard outside a stadium read, "Commit your crimes when Sachin is playing. For when he is batting, even God is watching."

An Indian who is more Indian than any Indian, only second to those who serve and protect the nation, by which I mean the Armed forces and not hypocitical, senile politicians. So what if Sachin says "..But I'm an Indian.." The maharashtrian bloke must have been out of his mind to drag Sachin into politics to gain a few political miles. Screw him and his ideals. Infact, screw all those morons who run this gerontocracy called India. Anyways, getting back, if you mess with Sachin, you mess with 1 billion people.

So here's to many more milestones that will come and go in this glorious career of his. May he be the first man to achieve a lot more and set ungettable benchmarks that will be looked up at for centuries to come. Sachin "THE GOD" Tendulkar. Amen.

The Man in the Mirror

Droplets of water trickled down his cheeks. Another splash of water on his face and a spray of water flew of his lips. He stood up to full length and stared into the figure. A fairly good-looking, six foot something bloke looked back into his eyes. They moved with his in tandem, like foxtrot, and neither blinked. They stared into each others hazel brown eyes and read through it, their thoughts, their minds.
The handsome bloke though was more successful. He could read through the minds of people by mere pupil dilations. And this man was a sitter. The calm facade could not fool him. He could see a tormented mind, with its walls of will being broken down by storm of the past. A fortress being threatened by the war, one that should have ended ages ago. And yet, the King sat there with his hands crossed, waiting in belief. A blind faith that the Gods above descend from the cerebral heavens and fight this losing war for him. Ignorance, fear and trepidation had taken over the King and made him a recluse. The armies of his mind had taken a beating but they never waned. They knew the secrets to victory but were powerless with a confounded emperor. The picture seemed so vivid that the bloke could see the flaws and its remedies. But then, what could he have said to make a difference?