alien

The abomination that is cricket has been a dent in my windshield for as far as i can recollect.. i have tried to reason, to find some sense in this marketing propaganda, a tiny glimmer of hope that some day all this tamasha will somehow miraculously make sense with its larger picture approach.. but no, it didnt.. i can safely say that now, cricket is on the 2nd rung of my alltime hate list.. the 1st being shared by politics and religion.. quite a tussle at the top spot.
 
yet, wen sachin scored 163 yesterday, i couldnt help but recalculate his stats and wonder at his 43rd century.. i guess a part of me.. a part that was formed, moulded right wen sachin was at his best, wrecking havoc, disturbing minds of all non-indian bowlers, a time when i still liked cricket, used to play cricket, used to sit on the floor in front of the tv and watch in amazement as the little master singlehandedly and effortlessly ripped any bowling attack, that too with class and finesse.

mayb it was that me that surfaced yesterday.. altho i didnt watch the match, as i read the daily and read abt his 163, I smiled a familiar smile.