I pity the next generation currently in their nappies who
would never understand why their forefathers, irrespective of their religion,
considered one man as their God. They would never understand why more than a
billion souls prayed together so that one man could stand his ground. They
would never understand the hopelessness we felt when this man started walking
back to his dressing room. So don't even try explaining them what we might feel
when this God of cricket would make us skip a few heartbeats one last time. But
what they should know is what made a simple human being with flesh and bones,
an immortal. There is a Sachin in each one of us and our job is to nurture him.
He is my idol & I am sure I am not alone as there are thousands
& millions more along with me. My very first memory of watching him play is
from the World Cup 1999 where he turned up to play a match just after his
father's demise, says a lot about the dedication and commitment this man has
for his country. Since then, it has been a feast watching him bat every time.
May it be his stunning straight drives or his magnificent back foot strokes, just
kept redefining perfection. That innings of 98 at Centurion against Pakistan in
World Cup 2003 was a treat to the eyes and everyone rejoiced it. The great man
has left no stone unturned in his long career with the World cup victory and
his 100 centuries. The more you talk about him, the more you fall short of
words to praise him.
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