Inch by Inch (The Indian Way)

25 09 2007

If all our old captains and players had a chance of telling a word to Dhoni and his boys, what would they have told? Would they have told, how they lost? Or would they say, how they literally drove people who believed in them. I dont know, but I can imagine them giving an Al Pacino speech, a Chak De!India speech in the very electric Indian dressing room, after the debacle of the recent times. Here could be my version:

I don’t know what to say really.
Forty overs
to the biggest battle of our professional lives.
All comes down to today.
Either,
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we’re finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can’t do it for you.
I’m too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh….
I pissed away all my chances of winning
believe it or not.
I chased ’em off
anyone who has believed in me.
And lately,
I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That’s, that’s part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is cricket.
Because in either game
life or cricket
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don’t quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don’t quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that’s going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I’ll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can’t make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That’s a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That’s cricket guys.
That’s all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?

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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

Celebrations

The Indian innings highlights

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India,Sandpiper and 92/2

22 09 2007

Hola, everybody..this is me and India is at 99/2 as I write… seems like Yuvi has hit another four and yeah, he has and India down 2 wickets 13th over gone and I am one Sandpiper down. Frankly not that good. Both my opinions about the present run rate and Sandpiper’s taste. So lets see I think this is gonna be some match. With India sailing at 113/2 ,Yuvi coming later than Uthappa and scoring a 55, with 14.1 overs gone thats good. I am having a tickling feeling in my brains and spreading all over my body, as the excitement to this match is building partly to having drunk 650 ml of Sandpiper in four gulps.. Did I say ..hic…?

So whats gonna turn out? Chip in and tell me if Aus will win…

Shit! can you blve that? Aus on 36/0 Gilchrist 22…4,6,1,4 ,1…R.P Singh…hang on in there boy, dont loose your confidence…

Boy ,Sreesanth, you did it right…couldnt have asked for more…Gilchrist gone… bowled out…

God! India won…yipeee….and I am feeling great…Sandpiper has made me feel lightweight and India’s win has given me fuel to my rocket…Phew India won…and wow! Dhoni’s comment to Shastri is refreshing….Yeah!!!thats the spirit boy!

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