Memories of Lifetime

There are some moments which re-define and re-evaluate the basic identity of an individual. Not many occasion where you bore the brunt of being patriotic, to get permeated in the holy blue wave of euphoria- Such morsel of moment was all we needed; to be a part of glory, to be a part of revolution and to be a part of History.

1983 had all but myths for me, heard it many a times from my parents, and saw highlights of that historic final too, but it never sent shivers down my spine and rightly so. 2003, was special in its own way. The way we progressed to the final, plus the love-affair with Ganguly staged the set for another history to be repeated. The heart break was hard to endure, but losing to a dominating Aussie side was never a shame.

Anticipation of doing better /winning the trophy was high prior to the WC, as India did exceptionally well in every format of the game under MSD. India playing the role of a host was enough for being agog to the tournament. Sub-continent pitches and full backing of fan power- can’t get better than this.

2011 didn’t disappoint us, and India rightly did justice to the tag of favourites by winning the World Cup. Yes, I may sound stiff here but that’s it- mission WC accomplished in a graceful way, Indian cricket wrote their own doctrine of power and dreamy eyes of every Indian found a reason to wipe out their faintest tears of joy. I, sitting thousand miles away from my motherland reading feeds on the social network, watching the game on the internet missed the buzz of street joy carnivals. My heart was dying for one go at the crackers. I missed the passion of an Indian among the Indians, but at the bottom of my heart few indelible memories will shine forever- Dhoni’s helicopter shot, Sachin in tears, Virat Kohli’s speech and Team India lifting the trophy.