We won: Should I say anymore?

24 09 2007

The Indian Moment of Truth

So the moment of truth has arrived. We WON and we won the way we win. The heart stopping, nail chewing, edge of the seat thriller way. With 13 runs from the last 6 balls it was possible, and then with 6 runs down the boundary it was just a matter of time and grits for Pakis to pull off this .But it didnt happen. And thus we created history. A history which will be remembered by all the believers, all the doubting Thomases, all the devotees and ultimately all of India . It will go down in the memories as the day when we found our joys back and passion rekindled. I was watching the presentation and saw 16 happy, exuberant, determined and gritty young boys change the way we Indians, experience joy and in the process made themselves worthy of calling men, the men who rubbed words of distrust onto the very face of their critics and rammed and shoved the opponents in the very game they play. After all, Indian cricket deserved it, deserved this moment of truth, joy and celebration for their boys have grown up to become the Men In Blue.

Seeing Harbhajan Singh, Irfan Pathan and Dhoni pumping into thin air it just occurred to me, do we young men really need a wise crack looking over us and telling how we should walk into the fields? Should we need people sitting over us and governing us when they can’t look after themselves. After all we played only one game before this tournament, infinite thanks to BCCI. BCCI in its ethereal wisdom went even to the extent to ask Do we need coaches??? Taking this curve of reasoning a fair bit ahead, we Indians are a nation of people with 60% of people less than 25, we showed that we neednt have any smarty pants dictating over us. After all we were not supposed to win this match, heck we were not supposed to come till here. After all we dont have our main strengths our seniors with us. We didnt have million dollar asking coaches to train us. This just makes me feel we youths can do whatever we think. We youths are no more different from today’s winners. We, youth are the winners. I just wonder what the rest of the nation will be thinking. Will it be thinking: We can win, not only in the cricket matches but also in the game of life?

Or will they be thinking: Today the Cricket World Cup tomorrow the Hockey and day after Olympics? I can hear young minds getting excited with the possibilities, do you hear them.

Get aside world, here we come…

Gritty Gambhir

Gritty Gambhir

Scintillating Irfan

Ravishing Rudra Pratap Singh


The Indian innings highlights

P.S: This post has not been included in the contents page due to the seeming incoherence with the theme of the blog.For other such post of this category, visit this and this.




3 responses

25 09 2007

I second your thoughts .. why the heck to we need to carry the baggage of experience and age with us when, given chance the young turks like Rohit sharma, Robin and RP singh can outperform the so-called mastero of willows and bowling… India needs a change and at least i foresee it come..on the horizon… here we go!!!! ahoy world… we are rocking to run-down anything an everything that comes in way…

25 09 2007
Soham Das

Thats right! How I wish the cronies of Mr. Pawar put some hay in his mouth to make him understand that young bloods of Indian Cricket hate politics.

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