Memories with the god

My passion for cricket has been right after someone gifted a plastic cricket bat on my first day.
My parents say i started holding that bat and started posing like batsman. Being in joint family it did not take longer to start playing, watching  my cousins do that all time.
I recollect, first time i heard his name when India was playing South Africa in 1994 at home n how Alan Donald used to bowl those yorkers running down the pitch. I remember watching Sachin bat against him then and scoring those runs.
Then come World Cup, 1996. How can i forget that time, it was home series for India and Sachin  as at his best then. Team was making well against Pakistan,beaten Australia at Mumbai with Sachin  ancing down the pitch and taking on Shane Warne. Oh my god, those were  moments to watch, i started falling in love with game. Cricket has been the only love lasted in life so. I remember, when how entire family were scolding when Srilanka put target of 250 in Semi final and then masterio provided quick start to small total.
All of sudden came the moment, he came down the pitch, missed the ball and stumped out by Kaluwitharana.
I could not realize for a moment what exactly happened, as my grandpa switched off Television set, my cousins uncle went out of room and everyone started abusing to no one. What the fuck did happen, it was just 150 odd runs needed, you have all 8 wickets and so many overs left, how are you upset, i asked my cousin. "Its over Tejas, the game is over, we lost the world cup", muttered my cousin. I started rediscovering his greatness and for the first time i realized what Sachin's wicket meant for our team. 120/8 and game over. that was bad memory to start of my love for him, but there are no looking back after that with those classic cover and straight drives

And he calls it a day...

Sachin - A phenomenon: 

No words can ever describe the amount of joy i experienced as a teenager while watching him bat.

I used to literally scream n shout n jump with joy whenever he hit a shot, let be that gorgeous straight drive, or glancing flick, or back-foot cover drive !!

It's not like as if cricket has ended, it will be there forever!

But perhaps, it will be humanly impossible for anyone to rule the 22 yards for 24 long years!

The Hero of our teenage who taught us to fight against odds;

who showed us how to make your critics hear the sound of your silence! 

Yes, it's disappointing when our hero fails and we may say that my Sachin is over, but in reality, it's our own frustration to see our hero slowly fade! 

It's appropriate that he has written his own script, that too at Wankhede!
Farewell to the Genius, the Emperor of the 22 yards!

God-Worshiper, Idol-Follower, client-Attorney !

The conversation..

That afternoon, was in office, stuck up in some issues..

Suddenly phone rang, i was not in any mood to talk to any one, could not pick up until last ring..

Somehow started with a rude Hello but no one responded..

I was feeling like cursing in more anger, but the silent sounded more deeper..

It was reminding me of the text received last week..

Suddenly felt that she was somewhere around me, I lost my mind for a minute and..

Then recovered and was about to end the call then heard "How are you?"..

Those three  words spoke everything, mind started running behind memories..

Taken me to those days where she was the queen and i was the king..

The day i left everything and kept the tears in her eyes..

Now it started flowing through my eyes..

Soon realized that i was in office, started walking out of that place..

We both were not able to speak out anything..

Only breaths were speaking, balancing the minds...

Tears were flowing on cheeks, rewinding each memory we lived..

So many questions came out and waited on lips..

Lips started shivering and i was mute...

It was so quiet and her earring were making sound, trying to stop my tears..

Summing up the about all the moments living out there..

All those incomplete stories stood up front..

Behind those there was she, her uncleared image...

I tried to clear up the sight, but my eyes went into the complex illusion..

Coming back to into reality, I could not dare to mutter anything...

kept aside those thousands of why's,  "I am fine" i muttered..

Smile over lips drinching in her tears..

And we stopped our conversation at very moment..