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Kingchoudary
Bewarse ke Bewarse!
Username: Kingchoudary
Post Number: 21523
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 210.18.109.78
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 23, 2007 - 2:57 am: |    |
Yemundhi indulo mamulu sodhe kadaa....
Virginity like bubble, one prick, all gone. .... |
Proofdada
Bewarse ke Bewarse!
Username: Proofdada
Post Number: 50981
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 80.121.144.9
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 23, 2007 - 2:45 am: | |
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nannnu aaapadddu.... |
Badri
Desanike Pedda Bewarse
Username: Badri
Post Number: 10081
Registered: 09-2004
Posted From: 198.204.141.208
| | Posted on Monday, January 22, 2007 - 1:33 pm: | |
//At Nagpur yesterday, the Prince strode tall on his black stallion. More than his 98 runs, it was the way he mastered the situation that spoke the language of attitude. Of guts. Of perseverance. Of character. And India won. It was the team that mattered.
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real ga nenu inka one days lo dada aadadu anukunna but ravatame kadhu he proved himself..
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Rediff
Desanike Pedda Bewarse
Username: Rediff
Post Number: 6300
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 151.151.73.169
| | Posted on Monday, January 22, 2007 - 11:54 am: | |
eedu maatram gangs ki pedda fan!!
The silent Prince
As Nagpur steamrolled itself into frenzied merry-making and India went into jubilant celebrations yesterday after a sensational 14 runs victory against the West Indies , I was reminded of a post-lunch session of a cricket match being played at the CCI, Bombay just over a year ago.
The initial hullabaloo over his dramatic sacking had died down, and Sourav Ganguly was completely aware that his acid test for survival was just beginning. India under it’s new dispensation could do no wrong, as they remorselessly thrashed all opposition into tiny particles , with even the normally reticent skipper Rahul Dravid displaying an aggressive demeanor in body language at victory hour, clenched fists and war-cry of triumph. New names suddenly erupted in the shining horizon, players unheard of till the recent past, all considered far more suitable than the former southpaw captain.
For Sourav Ganguly those were tough times. When your world changes overnight for reasons you cannot fathom. Or decipher. Sometimes, it seemed bizarre. Conspiracy theories floated around, and a recalcitrant coach seemed determined to write his epitaph personally. Strangely, his former colleagues bemusing silence was deafening; Ganguly was not just unceremoniously dumped but had been callously forgotten. The few who spoke endearingly of their ex-boss were threatened with dire consequences in media interviews. The message was to use the cliché, loud, clear and unmixed.
The media, the proverbial opportunists, did not want to risk losing the precious sound bytes of the new messiah of Indian cricket, and hurriedly anointed the Australian coach as Guru Greg. And overnight, Sourav became a persona non-gratta. I remember that every time I wrote a piece about Sourav’s unfair and unjust non-inclusion , I was heaped with an avalanche of vicious abuse. When I stood to explain his relevance to India’s cricketing future, several experts mocked at me with perceptible disdain.
At CCI that day, there were a 100 odd spectators who were watching the game from the West Stand, as entry was free. Not even a single camera-man was present, not a soul even volunteered to ask him how he was handling his outrageous removal. Sourav was simply an object of curiosity, a former great now battling for existence, and coming to terms with anonymity. The stands were so empty, you could hear the resounding echo of ball hitting the willow or vice versa. Or the players chat in the middle.
At Nagpur yesterday, the Prince strode tall on his black stallion. More than his 98 runs, it was the way he mastered the situation that spoke the language of attitude. Of guts. Of perseverance. Of character. And India won. It was the team that mattered.
Someone told me yesterday that following the extra-ordinary resurgence at South Africa, Sourav’s 2-runs shy of a century brilliance was like a scripted comeback story. I guess Prince’s do appear in fairy-tales, anyway.
I keep hearing all the time about “ form is temporary, but class is permanent” from all and sundry. So far , for some obscure reason, this maxim has only been applied conveniently to suit the likes of Sachin Tendulkar and Rahul Dravid. The world’s greatest batsman ever , Brian Lara, yesterday made amends. He called Ganguly, “ a class player”. I hope that forever settles any ambiguities on Ganguly’s skills as a cricketer, his contribution in the past to Indian cricket. Or his future ahead.
Even as everyone went berserk at Nagpur on a sunny Sunday, I know for Sourav it was just about being himself. Like being in an empty CCI stadium playing for Bengal. I don’t think he even herd the cacophony, the drum-beats or the endless clapping that followed his trademark shot-making. Because greatness acknowledges even the sounds of silence. |
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