As mid November approaches with a wistful air a gradual accretion of a feeling of emptiness, I am redolent of all those days which have left indelible impressions on my mind. The heart is filled with poignant delight on remembering all those occasions of playing truant in school, those heated discussions and arguments with friends during the lunch break, pursuing those ridiculous dilatory tactics while having lunch or drinking water to watch that extra over and being downcast and turning off the television when that wicket fell. I fondly reminisce all those days when replete with hope and anticipation, getting up at 8 wasnt such a problem. With the hopes of an entire nation hinged on one man and the mood of the country fluctuating from the somber to the ecstatic, he is and always shall be much more than just cricket! When I think of the decade of the 90s, the first thing that comes to mind is that name atop the Indian batting lineup. As I am left pining for that bygone era of Tendulkar mania on Doordarshan ( with the cadbury, jalebi and the Sharukh Mayur Khan ad), I am also left wondering where hope would derive its meaning from starting Nov 18th, 2013. Never imagined I would miss you this much Sachin Tendulkar :( youtube/watch?v=ixxEmp9KTD4
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 06:33:05 +0000
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