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Taming Glory!

The euphoria and the megalomania surrounding the Indian victory over
arch foes- Pakistan seems to be extended. The boys in blue would get the first ever chance to flaunt a World Cup through the streets of Mumbai. Huge celebrations have been lined up for the gladiators once they arrive on Indian soil. They would be anointed, garlanded, graced and received with honor as they have achieved a fate which only Kapil Dev’s 1983 squad were able to adhere. People might call it a silly and unorthodox form of the game that any team could win by virtue of fluke. But not to forget that India has come through to the finals by overpowering teams with indomitable reputations like the Aussies , homeland lions South Africans , the talented and energetic English side that had overhauled our men in the recently held Natwest Challenge and the fierce Pakis. The first ever bowl out game in a T20 world cup with the neighbors was a crunch game that indicated upfront the kind of nerve biting entertainment to follow. Grabbing unflinching victories against such teams requires some extraordinary talent and that is rife in teams we were geared up against. So the victory carries an extra flavor of confinement attached to it.

Moreover, India were putatively underdogs before entering the tournament and Dhoni being conferred with the new burden of Captaincy on his hefty, though naïve shoulders was an expectation against all odds for India to en route from the tournament with flying colors. But with aspirations to excel and keeping worry and anxiety at bay the team were able to put up a splendid display of cricket. The young team silenced the critics who had previously tagged them as ‘Chokers’ – unable to deliver in crunch situations and the team that plays for personal statistics, a team that was efficient in seizing defeat from the jaws of victory. The team has indeed made the nation and the Indian diaspora proud and parallels itself to the great Indian corporate takeovers that have stunned with world with a silence. But the real crunching time is yet to come as India would be lined up with their most exacting cricket schedule ever – a one day series against the Oz and the neighbors followed up by the Indian tour down under. Success can take over the composure that is vital to attain a champion’s stature and complacency could highlight the chinks in the armor. It’s important to stay focused on the journey ahead so that we emerge victorious at all situations and conquer the world of Cricket. With self belief, courage and desire to yield available in plethora we all envisage that the sunny days are afoot and the world looks forward to a marvelous and rollicking cricketing calendar ahead.

Comments

Anuj said…
Wo wo wo!!! Go india go!!! Go Varun go!!! Let me take this momentous opportunity to draw some parallels btw the world conquering 'Boys in Blue (BIB)' and Heart warming "Varun in Mumbai (VIM)" - The BIB seem to be riding high on the wave of youthful zest; VIM is writing hi-fi at the behest of newly acquired vocabulary. BIB aren't afraid of anything, VIM is as fearless in his writing.. I can go on like this jst to drive to a single point... Awesome writing!!! Keep it up!!!
VaruN said…
Thanks a lot bro! You've been a mighty inspiration all this long and the enthusiasm just stalls to take a back seat now. Cant match your abilities but would try to catch up with expectations! Go India Go!

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