Sport can wait...

Still in the process of recovering from the state of overpowering numbness caused by the carnage dat happened 800 kms away. War ravaged Mumbai. Politicos have failed, intellectuals have failed and India needs a solution. We are fighting a battle that is lost way before it actually began... Where did it go wrong?Why did they die? Innocent lives lost again in a sinister storm of hatered and violence. Its personal tragedy to every Indian. ENOUGH!!! sadness must give way to resolve. Salute the heroes who fight our battles for us and make a pledge to fight terror with them.

Coming to the insignificant aspects that have threatened to consume much more attention than what they deserve...screw champions league!! And why on the earth do people make such a heavy whether of England going home being skeptical about comin back for the test series...i just dont get this!!..Look who is talking, I..who spent 80% of my life either playing, watching or thinking about cricket...am telling this....cricket can wait!!...cricket has to bow to reality.
England are right to go back. Anybody far away from home, however hospitable the conditions, needs to feel happy and wanted. You cannot live in an atmosphere of helplessness. If I was in a country where armed terrorists were searching for people who carry the same passport I do, I would be on the next flight home. This is not about you and me, our views, our relationships. It is about sinister people. Sportsmen have bats and hockey sticks, and sometimes just a quick pair of legs. They are entertainers. And even in our part of the world, cricket must grow insignificant at times. It is a game that brings a lot of joy and cheer and optimism but it is just a game.
What a pity though. Sport is one of the very very few things that can still unite people and bring a smile to the lips. Maybe art can do that; and literature. And certainly music. But sport goes beyond. It invokes competition, reveals the character of an individual, it reminds us of who we are. We grow passionate and we compete and imagine we are sportsmen too. We score every run they do and take every wicket they do and smile sheepishly at our moms or wives when we return the remote some hours later. Without sport we would be poorer, woefully poor but in the hierarchy of needs it must cede place to safety, to comfort, to relief; to the thought that you will see your loved ones the next morning.Sport should be played in an atmosphere of joy. You cannot make a painter paint or a singer sing with a gun to his head.

Our reputation has been dented. Visitors to our shores have been shot brazenly and our people too in trying to defend them. Sadly we are creatures of the environment we live in. So too must we accept the times and the doctrines that surround us. As we benefit so must we pay.
What a pity because we are largely a hospitable people. We support our team and occasionally scream at the opposition; we challenge their way of living sometimes but we bestow great love and sometimes great luxury on them. Hopefully this too shall pass.

And as England head back they will be relieved and contemplative. This morning, being with the family and friends was comforting. Popping by to the other bedroom and seeing your mom sleeping calmly suddenly seemed so much more beautiful. It must be the same with everybody. That is why England had the right to make the decision they did. We must welcome them again; give them no quarter on the field, try to beat them but welcome them to our land