Dear Team India, You know that cricket is celebrated like festival in India. It runs like blood in the veins of every Indian, be it rich or poor. No Wonder the anxiety and anticipation of India-Australia cricket quarterfinals on 24 th March 2011 overshadowed the death anniversary of Shahid Bhagat Singh that fell on 23 rd March, 2011 (his 80 th death anniversary). No one for once remembered, forget paying tribute, the young man who sacrificed his life at the age of 23 for independent India. The nation was enthralled with the anticipation of witnessing Sachin’s 100th century in international cricket and his 18000 run feast. Let’s not forget how many ‘havans’ and ‘special prayers’ were done for your victory against Australia in the quarterfinals. The martyrs of the past are now the part of history textbook but you the Indian Team are the current heroes of the Nation. We look up to you to give us something, a recognition of “sporty India”; a recognition apart from the “poor victims of...
There were times when even the smallest of the gifts were the most cherished ones and there are times when even the costliest gifts seem so petty. How even a comic book was the most cherished gift I got in my childhood and now even the 50k bike was not good enough for me. How even the 10Rupee note was once so gratifying for the new year celebration and now even a 1000 seems so scrimpy. There were times when I thought that love is as pure as sapphire and then there was a time when I learnt that love was just a profane desire. There were times when even the biggest of disputes/fights that I had with friends in the morning got resolved by the evening and then there are times when even the smallest of altercations have taken years and still there are no resolutions. There were times when I was taught that to lie/cheat is the biggest crime and how now I cheat myself and others to earn the green bucks. I have grown up and in the transition from a child, I have lost somethings and acquired so...
Moving on... is what you say but for me it was a ' bereavement'. This is what happens to me when I get connected. Is connection good or bad? Depends... how you take it. For me connection comes from heart. I came here with a friend and when I left I had so many people around me who brought tears in my eyes while saying goodbye. Being a man I had to control my emotions and move on without tears in my eyes... MOVE ON. This is the second time when I felt like moving away from family... Nitin Sir you became a father figure for me. Prashant Sir that calmness you carried, you are a gem. Ketan Sir practicality and compassion... my first PM. Prem Sir for being there, a brother whom I never had, a brother who fought with me, debated with me. Sudip, Vinit, Sid for being the friends who kept me alive, my naughtiness going... you smiled at my first imperfection, I adopted that imperfection as a part of me, and captured your smiles. Yogesh, Jaspal, Giridhar, Kolan for being my...
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