ever get the feeling that the whole world is one bloody sea of uniformity...and i propose this not only on my supposedly dreary and pessismistic point of view,ive got a solid backing here......remember the ad of IPL,where you have a hundred people doing the same thing in so god-damned choreographed perfection that it makes sick to your stomach?arent our lives pretty much the same?
my life,as that of most of my friends,has been pre-written according to a script......and that bloody script has been copied and pasted into each and every individual's destiny(if u may call it that)....it sorta goes like this.....birth-admission in a school-a few crushes here and there-admission in a college-again a few affairs here and there-admission in an engineering college(the only aberration that can take place here is you may get into any other college,say commerce or arts, dont get excited though,coz still the deviation from the mean is pretty much insignificant)-job-marriage(now here can come the really spicy stuff,say you get caught humping a sheep,or even more fancier,you discover your homosexual tendencies!...but sadly.....none of this happens...i mean,yeah,people have humped sheep before,but who in hell would be stupid enough to get caught red-handed just before his engagement?)-kids(now,there can be some real spice here too,say your kids turn out to be exact replicas of you...how horrible would that be!...or once agian,they might turn out to be bisexual....how awesome!...but sadly there are about 5% of people in the world with true homosexual tendencies,others just do it for fun,so the chances that your kid will turn up with a husband and you'll do the awesome "maa da laadla bighad gaya" dance routine are pretty much far-fetched....so,no spice here too,just the bland vanilla flavour once again)-retirement(this is like the most frustating stage of life for anyone...think of it....you have everything you need...time,money,no one to question where and how you spend it....but alas!.....you have already lost the ability to get it up...i,personally know people who'll lose their will to live once they loose the highly-esteemed...errm....man-force(for the lack of civilised substitutes)....the more daring ones might actually use the magic blue pills...but then again,if you consider the side-effects,chances of you dying due to a heart attack are more than that of you dying due to extreme sexual exhaustion,so most of them will pretty much avoid it)-death(here you may have alternatives you kno,like dying due to a horrible accident,or being smothered to death by your kids for the meagre property you have left them(how awesome!),or passing away peacefully in your sleep,but none of that,i believe,is going to make a difference to your vanilla flavoured life...the life that you have lived just like the counless millions have,and the life that countless millions will live in the future....all in all,everyone has their lives ready-made in assembly-lines....but what people forget is- all the good things in life,are custom-made.

                                                           

                          A wide half-volley,and a jab beyond point---all it takes to shake God out of his coveted position.A hundred messages,a thousand status-updates,and a million excited voices later,you realise if there is anything bigger than God in India,its the cherubic 5'5 maharashtrian guy.I wonder if God is pissed of right now.And I intend to piss him off even more.
                         Sachin is not God.God has this aura around him that makes him invincible.Mortals don't possess such invincible armour.Sachin is quite your average human.The problems that have penetrated his aura are innumerable and have always seemed insurmountable.Injuries,fitness concerns,questions on his waning passion,and the now cliched burden of expectations.Its not as if Sachin has never failed.2003 finals,entire 2007 campaign,the captaincy stint still remain stubborn dark spots on an otherwise purple career patch.Sachin has tasted defeat in the form of his own blood.Unfortunately,God,you don't have that on your resume.
                         It takes more of a man to triumph after a defeat than to jump from one victory to another.You appreciate a booming drive even more when you have been bowled thorough bat and pad.A Sachin without failures would have been a machine.Neither God,nor human...a machine.Machines don't thank their fathers in heaven,machines don't punch the air on a landmark,machines don't care for their fans.Mr. Tendulkar does.Every time.
                         The next time he comes out to bat,it wont be guaranteed that he'll score a double hundred,hundred or even a fifty.But i will still watch and pray for an encore of 200*.Coz for me,he will always be one-up to any mechanical instrument or a religious myth ever.Take a bow,Sachin-the-mortal,take a bow.