Ah well March 17 is dedicated to the loveable people we love to hate.
First prize goes to Pranabda. He tries his best to make sense out of senselessness. And as he may have anticipated, he no longer has any friends. In the era of micro globalisation, its pointless to blame inflation, subsidy, black money on an individual. We Indians would rather put it on the Finance minister. And if there are any guy to pick out, I would rather crucify Bush. But for us, white men are holy.
The second prize goes to Mr.Tendulkar. Not so long ago he carried the dreams of an entire nation on his shoulder. He had to live and play long enough to see entire blame on his shoulders. In a team where not even one plays decently, he was picked out. Yesterday I was rather sorry to see a haggard and worn down man walk in to get his trophy. This is a curse every legend has to face. I just read a piece on him I'm HT by Ian Chappell. It's sad a white man picking up a few lines we failed to see. Rather sorry to say - I'd rather see him go.
2 comments:
Now that Sachin has got his century of centuries, he should retire honorably...
Time for Scahin to retire.
Time for Pranab to retire.
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