ADIEU SACHIN!

Heroes are not made. They are born to set benchmark of excellence. Sachin WAS, IS and WILL be the Hero of innumerable Indians. If cricket is your passion since childhood, the reason behind it is SACHIN!

I don’t know him in person, but, yes I am one of those billion die-hard fans of Sachin! :D
I don’t know the reason why I love, admire and even worship this great legend. Rather I never knew, I will ever write about him this way, when I first saw him playing in my nursery days!
There is certainly something that is so unique, something divine about him for sure or maybe he himself is GOD!

The biggest six Vs. England – 2003 world cup, the 100^th ton, the stylish leg side shot, offside classic shots, so many Man of the Series awards, so many Man of the Match awards are in the basket of BEST SACHIN memories!

His achievements: here and here! OMG! The list of his first bests, and other such achievements’, is too long to add to a post! :D #Proud

“The world of Cricket is going to miss the man who dedicated everything in life for one reason.
The world of Cricket is going to miss the man who placed in a position himself no one can just imagine.
The world of Cricket is going to miss the man who served his nation with pride.
The world of Cricket is going to miss the man who excelled in his life with just one reason – Love for Cricket!”

Hundreds of youngsters who started playing cricket were inspired by him;
There was an era, when every 10th baby boy born in India was named "Sachin".
He was the reason that kept billions of people, irrespective of their religion, united.
He was the reason that batting became a sensation in India and nobody wanted to be a bowler ("Sachin banna hai :D").
The cricket matches shown on TV sets in so many TV soaps and Bollywood movies always play some Sachin match.
His 1998 Sharjah inning (Coca-Cola cup), where he danced down d track off Shane Warne's bowling, made innumerable Indians and non-Indians, as well, DANCE! :D
He is the only God, who isn't associated with any particular religion and is worshipped alike across all religions, across all states!

It is time of SACHIN mantra all over the world! Thank you Sachin for making our childhood and teenage the best part of our life. Thank you SACHIN for your wonderful memories now after your retirement :)

The time has come, when

• No one will break his TV set when someone in the Indian team gets out.


• No one will bunk their office, college, schools to watch Sachin’s batting.


• No one will pray when someone is in 90's.


• No one will care about India winning cricket matches.


• No one will be that excited, when someone like Kohli, Dhoni, Dhawan etc will hit centuries.


• No one will cry or will be upset when any of the Indian batsmen is going back to pavilion.

Such a huge fan-following Sachin has, that hundreds of Indians forget “Hockey is the National Game :D” and watch Cricket without fail! It is because of the fans, that his retirement is celebrated on full-fledge with such a festive atmosphere! This seems something like Ganesh Visarjan, where you celebrate with full happiness, but you are somewhere sad, that you will not see him play again :’) (same as Ganpati’s arrival is awaited till next year).

It is this #SachinCraze, that Star Sports presents, 93.5 RED FM playing non-stop 200 hours, for Sachin – 200*! Ad this is truly amongst the awesome things happening for his retirement, along with the best 199^th Test match that he played in Kolkata (where, Sachin’s photos were put on exhibition, coin being tossed had him on one side, Sachin masks, placards forming Sachin, balloons and rose petals through aircrafts). Oh yes, even Cricbuzz has a specific page for Sachin! “Adieu Sachin”! :)

Excited for the 200^th match celebrations!

And proud to be one of those hundreds, who will be posting about Sachin, these days! :) Truly legendary I must say!  :)

Your "Winning" is not that will always count!

I recently came across the following story. We are never tough-hearted, irrespective of wherever we work (any company, or a farmer or whatever be the occupation). Yet sometimes we become callous enough to miss the opportunities to make someone smile.

Here I present you a story from US based on BASE BALL Game. You might not know the rules properly but you will understand the story. It’s a true story that will try to show you that sometimes you are happier by letting someone else win. Your win doesn't count at that time.

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning – disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: “When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?”

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. “I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped, comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.”

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, “Do you think they’ll let me play?” Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning. ”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third! Shay, run to third! As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, “Shay, run home! Run home!” Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

“That day, ” said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world. ”

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to make a difference. So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats its least fortunate! True that!