Was reading an article in the ET today which made me write this post.The essence of this article was that we love ourself the most in the world and all our actions indirectly act towards satisfying this self-love.
I don't know who had this as a status message on the Shitbook,
"Loving someone who doesn't love you is like batting when you need 37 runs in 6 balls. You know it's impossible...but you still have a small hope that Ashish Nehra will bowl the last over."
Dear cricket fan, if you say that you love cricket let it be unrequited love.This statement may give you a few likes and comments and make you feel good but remember it was you in 2003 World cup celebrating Nehra's wickets.You must have forgot that he vomited on the sidelines after every over but still against all the odds delivered.His one match defined him as a good committed person.So why you liked him then and not today? It's not your fault , it is how you are.Humans seldom remember your achievements but talk about a failure and there you are.It's in your subconscious to seek pleasures in anything.For all those cartoons on Ponting , dear photoshop experts and cartoonists please spare him.Why portray this as a revenge against Australia? Remember that you just one a match against an invincible side lead by Ponting. It was not a sad demise of a hero but a display of rising above all expectation.It was by no means a joke but a profound display of heroics. I know that appreciation is a difficult thing in life because it is something which you do for others and does not come naturally to you but refrain from mocking someone.
I know how the real lovers of cricket are.I know the feeling of despair when my side looses.I have lived and breathed cricket in the non internet era.I have stood for 8 hours straight to watch cricket matches outside a TV shop.I did not eat on the black day of Indian cricket in Eden Gardens.Cricket is not all about Tendulkars but about Mooneys as well.
Kindly do not spoil cricket by useless micro blogging.