This has been a long time in transit. An impromptu piece is something which always escapes my thought factory. Anyways jokes apart, let us swoop in on some serious fun. Isn't that a paradox? How can fun be serious, you might wonder (only if you are reading this blog, that is). But that is precisely what India's most-loved son did and by extension, will do in the near/far future whichever comes first.
He travelled to the land with the zeal that was not quite consistent with its prefix. Having achieved a successful landing (though that was the pilot's show of his skilful manoeuvres), he preferred to bog down the opposition with one last inspired salvo declaring that it would suffice for the rest of their cricketing forays presently. This came late, not a tad or a little but LATE, when they had successfully lost their five-game series with scant respect for themselves. He was rightfully disappointed with the duration of this tour. He could not emulate the exploits of his English counterparts on Australian soil. He being himself, drew close but not achieving parity, not that it was his fault.
This salvo he fired during the first test, having opened eyes to the fact that he had slept through five of the previous tests. Opposition being dented, he sat back and watched everything go astray, yet again. Nothing went 'stray' for him this entire tour. The least he could do was to play 'brutally' honest to the media after failing on-site. This he did with aplomb, stating that you don't need to win always. Why are the one-short-dozen on-site if they were just to participate in the series? It vividly portrayed one principle philosophers advocate- The loss of happy-go-lucky childhood attitude. Our son advocated this philosophy of 'Winning aint everything, participating is' many nautical miles forward, thereby earning himself yet another sobriquet, the philosopher.
He sure does conquers hearts wherever he moves. Now he is in a gut-wrenching dilemma of what his role in the team is- to conquer hearts or to vanquish oppositions or to essay the skipper's knock off-site.
He travelled to the land with the zeal that was not quite consistent with its prefix. Having achieved a successful landing (though that was the pilot's show of his skilful manoeuvres), he preferred to bog down the opposition with one last inspired salvo declaring that it would suffice for the rest of their cricketing forays presently. This came late, not a tad or a little but LATE, when they had successfully lost their five-game series with scant respect for themselves. He was rightfully disappointed with the duration of this tour. He could not emulate the exploits of his English counterparts on Australian soil. He being himself, drew close but not achieving parity, not that it was his fault.
This salvo he fired during the first test, having opened eyes to the fact that he had slept through five of the previous tests. Opposition being dented, he sat back and watched everything go astray, yet again. Nothing went 'stray' for him this entire tour. The least he could do was to play 'brutally' honest to the media after failing on-site. This he did with aplomb, stating that you don't need to win always. Why are the one-short-dozen on-site if they were just to participate in the series? It vividly portrayed one principle philosophers advocate- The loss of happy-go-lucky childhood attitude. Our son advocated this philosophy of 'Winning aint everything, participating is' many nautical miles forward, thereby earning himself yet another sobriquet, the philosopher.
He sure does conquers hearts wherever he moves. Now he is in a gut-wrenching dilemma of what his role in the team is- to conquer hearts or to vanquish oppositions or to essay the skipper's knock off-site.
