Super Sunday it must have been for all cricket lovers. My brothers and my nephews must have remained glued to the TV screen. Papa would have loved the match, and Aai would have enjoyed watching it with them all.
What exuberant celebration it was! The fireworks did not stop bursting for full ten minutes. Yet it has to be admitted that the 'high' was more when India defeated Enemy Number One. Everyone knows who!
In our family, I am the only one who is not an avid cricket fan. Well, sorry I am to say so at this time when the whole team must be partying away like crazy, and when the whole of India is basking in that glory.
Well, given the monies involved, cricket always gives one the feel that people are betting on every ball and each hit of/with the bat. The moment such a reality is obvious, in creeps the fact that often the players, the administration could be part of the whole sick bookies business!
It hardly leaves a very sporty test, and taste, too, in the mouth, right? As it is, cricket now is less an art, and more a power play, in all senses of this term. Literally, too! A Gundappa Vishwanath with his bat flowing fluently and most artistically would not survive in the hard fast hitting ball variety of cricket today. Why, Gavaskar, who now survives as a commentator, would not hit the ball with his bat the helicopter shot way, right?
Hence here is wishing the game of cricket fairness, accountability and sports feel enriched with the artistry of unique shots and superb fielding. Fans are forever as cricket is quasi-religious in India.
Pratima@ When my nephews were kids, in their childhood gully cricket, i used to be the extra player whose basic function would be the donkey work, getting water, eats, and the ball hit hard! When my fielding and batting would be due, their baited breaths would be visible! The moment I would be out, there used to be that great sigh of relief. Oh, yes, that happens to be the only cricket i truly loved!
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