Toothpaste isnt over till we squeeze out every bit of it. The remote shall work till the last beating it got, did not make it work. We are in a country, obsessed with non-retirement. We have grown up to only see the same politicians’ hair grow white. Certainly, retirement seems to not be fitting in our dear subcontinent. Certainly not fitting, if it is of a person who plays the sport, which we enjoy as a religion and one who the whole nation idolizes as an icon, as a sportsperson, as God. The fact that the roles he is idolized for doesnt end here, makes him rise above all. I am not very dear to statistics to remember his records. History isnt good too, to remember which of his performances stand out. But I do remember, when he broke the test record of Sunil Gavaskar for most centuries. That knock, he says, he dedicates to his father. That day, the nation idolized a son. The day when India won the world cup and his two children were on his side, maybe not that day obviously, but someday later the nation idolized a proud father. The day he gave his farewell speech, particular of not missing anyone, the nation idolized a true human being. Irony is that we still called him god.
I am not any cricket expert to comment on how well Sachin used to play, but for one fact that those spontaneous claps or the sudden “Shot!” and “Waah!” were the most prevalent when he batted. And i’m not any cricket expert still. But all i know is that the time since i’ve started following cricket, its been a habit to watch him. Atleast to see him on the scorecard. Then when he walked in with the MRF bat, he gave all of us, kids, a reason to aspire to be a cricketer. And now when i am seventeen, in those gully crickets which i play, i may play the cover drive well and then to my own satisfaction, i am content that it was like his.
Tweets have been pouring in, the newspaper columns do not put an end to his farewell, everybody has been so expressive. This is my first attempt. And, I do not know how to express or justify that why the heart cries joy at his straight drive, more than it does any other cricketing shot from any other cricketing bat. His Majesty. His Magnanimity, such that i have only seen him play ten years and I know how much of a masterclass he is, while my father keeps narrating me incidents of the 90s. And i will never envy him more for any other reason, but only that he was there at the Edens for the Hero Cup match. India vs South Africa. The midas touch of his on the deuce ball helping with Gold for India. And I hear people talk about Sharjah, and remembering his innings by years, by places, by numbers but for me, he brought out the meaning of the game in the ten years that i saw him.
Terror for a bowler, threat for any team, 22 yards’ favourite disciple all move into oblivion.
He came. He saw. He conquered. He retired young. His life between these 22 yards over these 24 years shall forever be etched. Somewhere around those yards, when Indian team be playing, you will try and seek for the number 10, but… in vain. And when you wont find him, you will realize that it wasnt just a cheer, it was joy, it was hope, it was magic.
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. Thank you. Thank you.
Russell to Sehwag, FOUR, 131.5 kph, There it is. Sehwag is the second man to reach a double-century in ODIs. He cuts this past point, to the right of third man. No chance for the diving man. He punches the air in delight. Pure delight. Hugs Rohit Sharma. Then takes his time to acknowledge all sections of the crowd. Removes the helmet. Casts a glance at the sky. Pure delight. Tendulkar is somewhere in a Singapore Airlines flight. Or he might have just reached Australia. His record is no more. Sehwag has scored an effortless double-century, and now holds the record for the highest individual score in ODIs. Sehwag looks cool, no sweat: “Never dreamt of it. I told Gauti if we showed a little patience we could a big one. But I was never expecting a double century. It’s a true time, you can play all your shots. When I decided I wanted to hit a six, I went and did it with a straight bat. I know people expected me to score a double-century, so thanks to them. And thanks to my family. I had said earlier that the top order was not contributing, and it was my job. Never changed my batting through this innings. I just told my self that I needed to bat through the Batting Powerplay, and I would get the double hundred. When Sammy dropped my chance, I knew God was with me. I am tired, yes, I am an old man now.” How people will want to age like him if he is old.
Sehwag does a Sachin Tendulkar and 19 runs more. 🙂
The respect for Virender Sehwag and his partner in the business Sachin Tendulkar is rising with every coming day and every coming record. Sky isn’t the limit. The respect is to rise above, hope we have provisions beyond the exosphere. For a moment, get back to the lower levels of the atmosphere because Virender Sehwag is on cloud 9.
Honestly admitting, I never expected it from Sehwag. But he, the devil is unpredictable. Take a bow.
As it is a great day for him, it is same for India. Not because she gets its highest ODI total but because it yet again proves that gems are found in our mines, solely.
A momentary pause. Special Thanks to Samundar Singh Chavan. Confused? He prepared the pitches on which the devil and the god stood and wrote history. A momentary pause. Special Thanks to Madhya Pradesh and its crowd who shouted their lungs out and backed the heros. Aah! You’ve got your return gifts, didnt you? *Paisa Vasool* Got to say there is something special in Madhya Pradesh other than Mayawati and the dalits. But indeed, MP Tourism shall now be having its caption as the “Land of TwoHundreds”
Ok so back to admiring the man (man = devil) , and the god. Firstly all those who made fun of Sehwag and auntyji following the maa-ka-phone ad campaign stand on one corner. Auntyji’s call finally did the trick. Nevertheless, the god pockets another record of the slowest double ton. Thats the thing I like about him. His on board on a flight to Australia and like making records from there itself. That justifies his name with which I am referring him again and again and of course boring you.
A last hailing sequel, promise! 😀
Last time to the man who whacked the west indies and also the ‘s’ from Batsman. Last time to the man, who saved #idiotKapilSibal on twitter. Last time to the man who celebrates so cheerfully, the getting out of Manchester United from champions league. No Kolaveri. Have a ‘Cola, Viru’. Keep Seh-whacking. 🙂
The god and the Devil :
What they Said about Sehwag (EspnCricinfo)