Friday, October 11, 2013

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

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