Tendulkar’s

Welcome to the fairytale of reality !

He is the shield as well as the spear of the Indian cricket team. A true warrior who leads his team by his merits and unquestionable loyalty. Lucky are his teammates to be graced by his gratifying aura. Kudos to Sachin Tendulkar, the god of cricket, as he cruised past another cricketing record and scored a marvelous double ton.

The ball flew to all the corners of the Gwalior stadium, and the spectators cheered their cricketing ‘Maharaja’. The day belonged to the champion. His scoring wagon wheel was an obnoxious mess of an array of shots. His artillery of strokes ranged from elegant and timed shots, sublime nudges and to the ones with raw and arrogant spurts by his scorching willow. Little did the visitors and the spectators know that they were going to be part of a tale to be told for generations. Despite a shameless loss by 150 runs the Africans acknowledged the dexterity of the diadem of the Indian cricketing crown. The Gwalior cricketing board befittingly announced that one of the stands will be named after the champion.

Two decades of international cricket and yet one can sense the boyish exuberance of the artificer. One can be only be left stunned by the way his game burgeons every season as he raises the bar of his game significantly. He has eclipsed the immortals like Sir Bradman, Sir Sobers and many more and has carved a new place for himself. The whole world bows down to the ‘pole star ‘of the ‘gentleman’s game’.

The media once wrote ” commit all your crimes when Sachin is batting because even god is watching”. Even the celestial nymphs of the heavenly abode sing melodies praising his attractive persona.

Did luck have any share in this heroic achievement? Hardly. It is the fruit of huge efforts and unwavering piousness to persevere on developing one’s talent into unassailable mastery. He has genteelly redefined the genre of the game. Strong as bull, tough as a rock and yet the serene subtle calm emanating on the ground gives him a distinctive image.

One can only imagine the Herculean efforts required to constantly maintain such a level of physical and mental fitness. It has resulted in immutable consistency in performance to constantly contribute in acquiring victory for his country. He has truly elucidated the cricketing rostrum by his eloquent aura and exceptional humility.

Today every bowler who has bared the brunt of his formidable willow and terrorizing onslaught feels honored in spite of having their dreams marred by his ingenuity. For twenty years he has picked the bowlers’ brains and has emerged victorious in the challenge most of the time. Every player is amazed by his uncanny ability to camouflage his game according to the situation.

He is a vampire who thirsts for runs, is swift as a gazelle and cunning as a fox. He is the majestic lion who roars his supernatural authority over the game. He has achieved the unimaginable. Yet his dream for winning the “world cup” for India remains unfulfilled. This dream beckons him closer and at the same time mocks at his spotless and unstained glory. His fans hope that he fills his armory of  by winning the cup for his country.

He is the most talked and written about cricketing legend and yet has the most remarkably uncontroversial and revered career which he modestly attributes it to his parents, his beloved coach ‘Achrekar’ and his well-wishers. He is a man of few words but his performance monotonously sings commendable poems and prose. The whole of ‘India’ salutes to their beloved ‘son of cricket’.