The dodgy situation when you want both opponents to fail albeit one’s victory will push us to the brink of making history. Cheeky joy!
Category Archives: Cricket
Sachin..
The name says it all. I grew up epitomizing you, you were my Guru and inspiration outside family. You are not just a Cricket player, much more to the country as a sportsmen and so much more to millions like me as a Superstar, Master and God. My childhood was a bouquet of your batting.Continue reading “Sachin..”
Demise of a Legacy
Yes, It died long back. But, every time I see a West Indies collapse and the repercussions of ‘The Fall of Giants’ does the round in a vehement bout of passion and cricketing folklore. As India trounced the Windies in their backyard in the ongoing series, I withstood a gamut of emotions and cricketing historyContinue reading “Demise of a Legacy”
the sachin day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUtBqic1-Rk That says it all. There is Sachin Tendulkar, and then we have other cricketers. ‘God’ is an honorific showered upon him, not to make a statement but it itself is an attribute attached to the champion. For Cricket, he is much more than a cricketer and a sportsman. Happy Birthday Sachin!
Impeccable Kohli
Not a T20 guy but 2 on the trot brilliance and Kohli has bought me back in Cricket. Honestly, I have not watched such blemishless batting in a long long, very long time to come. First with Pakistan and then today, Kohli had an array of strokes in the diaspora that used to be visibleContinue reading “Impeccable Kohli”
that’s trending..
Doesn’t matter which format, Ind Pak encounters are always a scorcher. With a packed Eden and a quality innings from Kohli ensured we seal this with comfortable elan. Thank you Kohli, for getting me watch T20!
old house
This used to be the favourite hideout of my younger days, much much fitter and agile days I must say. Field, outfield, pads, coach, technique, drive, gloves, tension, sweat, lots of sweat, passion, craziness. More importantly, it was my age of adrenaline. After years, took a look at myself through the strokes of the youngContinue reading “old house”
