Easter Sunday

I started to write a comment on the article that Aup had posted, but suddenly realized that I had a lot more to say, myriad of thoughts to share but a few words to string together. I am as despondent and confused about the whole issue as many of you are…worrying about our land’s favorite son and the Kohinoor of our cricket team. For 16 years I’ve seen him fight it out against all odds, for 16 years I’ve seen him as the last and only man standing, for 16 years I’ve seen his commitment towards the sport and country…yes I’ve followed him closely for 16 years and there has to be a reason for it; divinity is the only thing that comes to mind.

An expectant Sunday crowd, the team in a precarious position and enter the prodigal son in his own backyard. True he is completely out of sorts, true he played a bad shot at a critical juncture, true he disappointed millions…but it was a gesture that pinned the healing hand by deep nails. Nothing justifies the catcalls even though I know for a fact that not a single soul would wish HIM ill. But as I see it, I fathom it to be totally selfish gesture on the crowds’ part to satiate their thirst for a holiday thrill ride and to have their monies worth. When HE has illuminated many a bleak night, when HE has defied the very definition of odds, when HE has held his dignity and poise around all the muck that was the fixing scandal and when HE needed our backing when HE was down, all we do was leave HIM in the cold and then push HIM in the grave. And we talk about short term memory loss as a rare syndrome…tch tch.

I Hope that HE comes out fighting all odds…..again.

I Hope that HE plays an innings on the last day to hand us a crunching win.

I Hope that the crowds realize their folly very soon.

I Hope that the dark Sunday afternoon is HIS resurrection Easter Sunday.

I Hope….I Pray.

Emotionally

-Balls
P.S. The last para might sound Shawshankish...but as is the central message of the movie, Hope is something that can never be snatched away from us.