Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A medal for a country of 1 Billion.

Abhinav Bindra...You did us proud. A country of 1billion now has 1 gold medalist, a new poster boy who for a change doesn’t play cricket. A gold medal that was long deserving for a country. During childhood, a naive me always used to look through the medal standings and used to be disappointed seeing that my country was never in the list. Just like your dreams and your parent’s dreams, you have fulfilled a generation's dream for sure.

A dissection for the victory would clearly show the lack of support from the local authorities .if it wasn’t for a rich father and a talented coach it is highly unlikely that we would all have seen an Indian Flag be raised high above the others at Beijing. The victory of one Mr. Abhinav Bhindra must prove as an eye opener to the various authorities to promote and recognize genuine talent. Up here in a foreign land, you find no words to argue when any of your colleagues chide on why Winning an Olympic medal took India so Long. Blaming cricket for the gloom and doom of all other sports in India serves no purpose, baseball is popular in the States, Basketball is, American Football is, yet still they excel in the Olympics. The infrastructure in India is something that needs to be worked on. In Trivandrum they used to have a Sports School namely GV RAJA SPORTS school, which was expected to nurture the finest sports talents around Kerala.But whenever it came to school level tourneys most often than not i used to find some other school team bagging the cup.Kerala has produced some fine Asian and national level atheletes,but most often than not they have found the International gap a big too wide to bridge. Indian authorities must take this as a wake-up call rather than run around to take credit for this Olympic gold. As Abhinav Bindra quite bluntly put across, This is a victory for his Family, and then his country”. His dad had the money as well as the faith to support his son. Not to mention that the son was dedicated talented and hardworking ,else if money would have been the easy route to success we would have had Mukesh Ambani Lifting 176Kg in men 62Kg weightlifting and Anil Ambani pippin phelps in 100m..What if ABhinav was born in a poor man's hut, would he have received an iota of support. So a lot of these things need to be taken into consideration. Cricket’s popularity is on a slide. Soon 50 over cricket and test cricket would lose its charm amongst the masses, IF not Now then When. India used to be a powerhouse in hockey, but the current plight of Indian hockey is heartbreaking to say the least. The authorities have to shoulder a lot of blame for the downfall of Indian Hockey. The Jimmy George Era in Indian Volleyball when India was third in the Asian games, Jimmy George was playing for Italian Volleyball Clubs sounds like a fairy story .The less said about Indian Football the better.

While we take in the gold euphoria let us not forget PT USHA, MILKA SINGH and the likes who had missed out on Olympic medals fighting against well trained, professional athletes. My heart goes out to them who didn't have an Apjit Bindra backing their abilities. Hope no more PT USHa's and Milka Singhs would miss out on medals due to being ill equipped and pray that 2012 turns out to be an even better Olympics for India

Chaar Patte....

Cards are something that makes your memories colorful,But there are some that brings you memories of a special kind like

1. Report Card-The dreaded yellow piece of paper that had followed me through 12 years of school life. I believe that the fear of the card has molded my likings to the whole world of cards. barring the first 4 years or something of my academic life I believe there hasn’t been much tht i could cheer about when ever I got this card (C’mon Jose uncle never used to have his report card to who used to stay for every second trip & who was first in the line for collecting the much loved BABA batJ), Rather the first though tht would pass through my mind was of finding a proper location to hide this until the teacher demands it back. Getting the thing signed by my dear parents wasn’t that tough an ask, cos every time the progress card was presented 10 minutes before I had to leave to school.Tht was the safest way to negotiate and persuade your parents to sing the damn wretched thing, and that evening would be one when u prayed the electricity staff to go on a power strike.

2. WWF Trump cards-This was really something that had caught the teens of TVM by the scruff of their neck. There used to be a huge demand for WWF trump cards,WWF sticker’s ,T shirts featuring Luke and Butch!!!(if they ever featured in WWF is an enigma)and all those weird wrestling things. Schools had to impose strict bans on bringing trump cards or for that matter even WWF sticker's to school. But my memories of this breed was the great one sided Trump card games we used to have during intervals.Rahul Albert -the daring, rebellious friend of mine would always bring his pack .This automatically gave him the right to be the one to shuffle the cards and divide it, and every time the cards were divided it was never surprising that Hulk Hogan and yokozuna would never find a place in our hand. Well for those of you who wouldn’t know what hulk and Yokzuna meant, the cricketing equivalent would be having Murali and mendis in your team while playing against the current Indian cricket team. I have still no idea what brought about this craze for WWF superstars whereby Bret hart and Shawn Michaels became the hot topics of the discussion. And yeah as it was always the "elders" in the class used to have a script of their own .I still remember one close buddy of mine telling me that Andre the giant had died by bursting his biceps:).The height of this craze was well highlighted when during one of our serious class quiz sessions conducted during our L.A period an innocent and naive anoop p walked right to the front and asked"Class,What is the Biceps of Scott Steiner’. That really stumped Geetha Maam and the whole class burst into laughter.


3. Centerfresh Cricket Cards-This was another set of cards that replaced the craze for WWF trump cards. I dun remember us really playing something with these card but it was more of a collection thingy. If my memory doesn't fail me, Richard Haldee was the rarest. But like all crazes this too died a slow death. yet another waste of parent’s hard earned money.


4. Pepsi Stuff cards-. I almost forgot this thing. This was probably the first coolest”yo” collection in every youths’ wallet. This gave you some privileges is shops in Andheri and Connaught Place. !!!!!!Why make i. Well the pepsi stuff card was one of its kinds during our teenage. But still the Ad campaign had caught the frenzy of the youth and soon Pepsi crowns, something the local “aaakri” would also not collect was in hot demand. Well to get a stuff card u needed to get 50 pepsi crowns and 25 rs cash...And for those 50 crowns i still remember searching the waste baskets Chinnu’s Restaurant. :(

Credit Cards and Identity cards do not come under this category as they seldom give you good dreams and sweet nostalgia.Oh yeah and By the way please refrain yourself from self inflicted torture by giving Sing is King a miss…Worthless horrible Movie.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

TAG HERE

Well finally I did it.This is for one great human being who had tagged me some 3 months ago. Managed to shake off all the demons and made it to complete the Tag. The first and hopefully the last of its kind :)

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATRE:
Jaane Tu Ya jaane NA..A cute love story,Genelia was just mind blowing,and the songs have been playing non stop on my i pod since seeing them on big screen.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Just Finished Reading AKBARNAMA by Abu Fazl.Now moving on to "American history"by George Washington.(For those lucky souls who know me well,i hope u get the true picture)

3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
I guess carom is considered a board game, if not then has to be Monopoly.

4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?
Men’s health, Sportstar, Tinkle, Balarama, Poombatta.

5. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Paala Poovinte manam..I have this thing for malayali Ghosts.

6. FAVORITE SOUND?
Shreya Ghosal when she croons Jaadu hai nasha hai,also the sound of raindrops ,

7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
Parting with your friends and family after spending a good part of 16 years together(too personal i guess,but still that is one of the worst that comes to mind)

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?
Why not brush tmrw and sleep for another five minutes…


9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?
All those Thattukada’s and Kalavara in Trivandrum.Go India in Singapore.

10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
My girl would definitely be Dia.

11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’D...?
Remake Jab We Met in Malayalam with me in the Lead, Kareena as the female lead. Given away free tickets, planted big hoardings featuring me all over kerala
Buy an IPL team and be the Captain, Own a horse stable. (If only.)

12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?
It is hard to drive slowly on Auto-gear vehicles(I have a Lie-Sense u see).

13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
No…. Never…

14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?
Never came across one. I pray it would be cool.

15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
A Maruti 800 luxury car.


16. FAVORITE DRINK?
Bonji Vellam,Milo(chilled and hot).And if by chance in a spore pub ,the safest choice of vodka lime(cos the guys save on vodka by giving us lime juice OTR)

17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD
have done some research and invented some onion peeling and slicing machine(the most horrendous task while cooking,and with my lacrimal glands having this affinity to onions,they work overtime)

18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
Never…. Not even Broccoli…and by the way I had to Google to find out what exactly this thing was.

19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?
Well I just highlighted my hair with light Brown.

20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN.
Trivandrum, Singapore.

21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Cricket, Soccer, Tennis,Horse Racing I just love watching sports

22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.
Adorable Cute Sis.(that makes it two)

23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Some Betting slips and a few magazines. The local Cockroach does drop by to say "hello".

24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?
Well diplomatically Yes…But I wouldn’t complain if I was to take a rebirth as Emraan hashmi or for that matter any of those Hollywood heroes.

25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?
A Night Owl. I can’t wake up early in the morning unless it is for watching Cricket or soccer.


26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?
Over Easy (given that the other choice is sunny side up).

27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX
On my Mum’s Lap.

28. FAVORITE PIE?
I hate Pie’s

29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Chocolate flavor any day any time.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Nostalgia

A quick Google surprisingly didn't spring me the desired meaning for the title word. After some advanced searching i found something that struck me, somebody defined nostalgia as 'Nostalgia' is a regret at no longer having something that was in the past, which you were very fond of.
I guess this is one feeling that grips a person even more when he is away in a foreign land, from his dear one’s (personal definition). So I did some further search to find this particular song that has defined the nostalgic concept of many a malayalee. A gem from ONV kurupp, which gives me an unrivaled high each and every time I read it. One masterpiece that takes me back to my childhood, my school days and all those things, which I treasure the most.

Oru vattam koodi ennormmakal meyunna
Thirumuttathethuvan moham
Thirumuttathoru konil nilkkunnora nelli
Maram onnuluthuvan moham
Adarunna kaymanikal pozhiyumbol
Chenneduth athilonnu thinnuvan moham
Sughamezhum kaippum pulippum madhuravum
Nukaruvan eppozhum moham

Thodiyile kinar vellam kori kudich
Enthu madhuram ennothuvan moham
Veruthe irunnoru kuyilinte pattu kettu
Ethir pattu paduvan moham
Athu kelkke uchathil kookum kuyilinte
Shruthi pinthudaruvan moham
Oduvil pinangi parannupom pakshiyodu
Aruthe ennothuvan moham

Veruthe ee mohangal ennariyumbozhum
Veruthe mohikkuvan moham

Monday, March 03, 2008

Love Actually.

Before i embark on writing something that might sound crazy I swear upon Mogambo gabbar Singh and Harbhajan singh that neither am i a racist nor a Sadist. So yeah this Blog had been coming for quite long, but i just didn’t know from where it could start. But a recent development spurred me into writing something on this whole stuff called love. I am no Shakespeare nor yash chopra to be waxing eloquently about love but just some plain thoughts..Aah..So first thing first, the special development that spurred me on to write this. Yet another of my closest friends has just broke-up with his special one (not the first nad hopefully the last)..Haha...Funny enough. As all love stories would have it the villain was the Hero's family. All of us had expected a happy ending to that love story but unexpected family pressures of a Muslim-Muslim(not a typo) marriage acted as Amrish Puri in that love story. As one who had his fair share of break ups and been close to those who have undergone break ups of the highest magnitude i am acutely aware of the hell my best buddy would be going through.
But why is that despite being aware of all this that most of my aged guys and girls "fall in love”. Whoever be it, was indeed a clever guy who expected a fall, in love.
Love stories have a very familiar story line beginning with the pehla nasha feeling when you find someone that is physically attractive or probably captures your mind with some trait of theirs. Those traits could range from a laugh to the way a girl ties her hair. I for one believes that those haven’t fallen in love when they were in their teens having really missed out on something special. Then it would gradually develop into all those weird telephonic conversations where you talk about everything under the sun, from Dilwale to Chemmen, from Ksrtc to Volvo, you wouldn’t have to Google to find topics during those early days for sure. If Graham bell had an orkut account I would bet that he would be the one with most testimonials. Anyways after all these ordeals finally when u hear those three most raped words in English literature” I love you” you fell a sense of accomplishment without realizing the pit falls that awaits you.Lol.
The love story of my close friend which just saw “The End” had started some 7 years ago in high school, stood the test of Professional college (primarily due to the fact that both were in the same college), withstood the pressure’s of campus placements but succumbed to the ultimate pressure machine (Family). The risk involved in maintaining an affair 7-8 years before were much higher than it is today. I would not want to think about 20 years ago when telephone wouldn’t have been this popular and writing love letters would have been the only option. Looking back, those years when I used to lock up inside my car and put "Sach keh reha hai deewana" in full volume now seems so funny. Anyways the girl in the mentioned marriage will be getting married soon and I do believe my friend would be invited.
My colleagues (predominantly Chinese) cant believe that an arranged marriage system still exists, whereby your parents and a broker find you the girl with which you have to spent your entire life. They do have similar thoughts about the dowry system too. For the Malay race it works the other way wherein the guys have to pay the girl’s family money in order to wed the girl.

“Proud to Be an Indian”
J

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Uniquely God's OWN

Oh definitely i wouldn't be writing something on the various cultures that we have in kerala,which unlike majority of the bloggers i feel makes kerala unique. Well this has been something that has been playing in mind for some years. To put into words that seems to be the "in" thing in Kerala these days, Especially the Christian Household's in Central Travancore(read kottayam,Idukki,Ekm ).one are the days of Male Supremacy and male dependence in God' own country. I add the term Christian cos i have never come across one Muslim Nurse in my whole Life. But the truth that Women in their culture are never allowed to make money is a different thing. . The in-thing at the moment if a girl passes her +2 is to Stitch her a few white frocks and send her to some BSC nursing Schools. Teach her the basics to get a good score in IELTS or some similar English test and pack her off and wait for pounds, dollars and dhirams..One positive of this phenomenon would be the decreasing rates of female infanticide in Kerala. But one deep look into the so-called "in" profession and things wouldn’t be as nice as the dollars they earn. First of all i have never come across one nurse in my whole life who has the freedom to spent for herself. It is a sorry thing to write but then, is this really what is meant by women upliftment and stuff. They are probably forced to work odd shift hours, to earn quick bucks. but yeah at the end of the day what matters in Kerala is the Foreign Exchange that comes in. I have never looked upon any profession but definitely i have my reservations about this one. Women up-liftment shouldn't be making women earn for the family and earn for their marriage, it should be giving her the freedom to live the life she wants. And above all nursing is a divine profession. It takes a lot to be helping the sick, but it shouldn’t be something forced upon kids. I personally know a few nurse's in Singapore who were brilliant in their studies, Scored high in the science streams but were forced to take up nursing as a profession due to family pressure. I firmly believe that this thinking is not there to stay seeing that very fact that most of these nurse's never allow their kids to become one. I for one could proudly testify that none of the girls in my class took up this stream, and yet they are successful in their own lives. It looks so sexy to see the girls wear their Kurti's and jeans and pack off early to a TCS or a Satyam or a Wipro Rather than a "Holy saint's" hospital.J

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Yesterday was UDF's harthal back in Kerala against god knows what.(Do they really need a reason for hartals.UPA govt hikes the petrol prices and in God's own country congress party calls one for hike in Milma rates) .And yeah it is just the start of what looks like an ekta kappor series of hartal's. IBN Live reported about some sms campaign running through kerala asking these politicians to withdraw the harthals. But campaign or not there was reportedly no auto rickshaws plying, very few vehicles going around and yeah a considerable amount of common property destroyed. What exactly these dumb politicians and political parties gain from blocking common people live their life is beyond my ordinary and poor brain. Pelting stones at govt owned propertied shouting slogans against some price hike, all these sounds so old fashioned. High time political parties think of some unique way of protesting price hike. Get the money these people spent on election campaigns and give it to the poor would sound one socialistic (Utopian) and advisable form. At least then the number of politicians who call for hartals would dwindle. But i do have to add that these political bandhs and hartals were eagerly awaited during my school days, for the extra hours we could play cricket.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

JODHAA AKBAR---A Classic...

It was expected to be a good movie. Coming from the director who had made two Classics Lagaan and Swades(this one had SRK"s best work till date) this had to be a god movie...But the movie has really exceeded the expectations one had from a Historical . This one is a love story to stay...Miles ahead of Veer- Zara and all those rahul-simran lovestories, this movie is a must watch for movie buffs. It has got everything, Glamour, Great songs...Stunning Visuals and what not..Hrithik and Aishwariya really live their part as Jallaudin later coined Akbar and Jodha the princess...I was totally amazed at how aishwairya (for a change) enacted the role of jodha with such grace (stunning looks included, those eyes are something that could keep you awake for a weekJ) and. As for the music, whenever Ar rahman works on biggie he rarely lets u down, and jashn-e -bahara and Khwaja mere khwaja will be at you, in you and with you for the coming years.
The last Friday wasn’t exactly the greatest one with a disappointing Horse race for which my friends and me turned quite hopefully ,of making Quick Bucks and ended up with Deep Burns in our pockets as well as bank accounts. if only we had Akbar's Horses racing for us that day...Luckily Ashutosh Gowarikar and his team saved the day by turning our ten dollars well spent. But even still this month moves on a tight budget from now until Pay day.
And yeah special mention about priyadarsan the genius, maverick who is making the big moolah by making the North Indian belt laugh to his remade, rehashed comedies. These people just don’t have any control over the emotion (if it can be called one) called laughter. It was such a nuisance having half the theater filled with giggles for even the drop of a hat. If only Raj Thackeray and his team of Marathi manoos could come down to Singapore and at least taught them some manner’s. There is nothing wrong in clapping and hooting but then laughing out loud when a war is happening doesn’t make sense, does it? Hope RACE doesn’t disappoint.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Something That should be read over and over again

Posted below is an excellent write up i came across on Cricinfo on the master blaster Himself.I have to admit that i wasn't the greatest fan of Sachin tendulkar until the last 2 years.I beleive he is playing the best cricket of his life time just for the enormous pressure he was in ,a couple of years ago and the way he has responded to it.The shuffle across the crease is back,the pull,the hook,the paddle sweep,the straight drive which is as straight as it could get....the signs are enormous,and India can begin to Dream again.


"Australian idol"

Just what is it that endears Sachin Tendulkar to crowds and cognoscenti alike Down Under? We asked a selection of Australia's great and good for their opinion

Nagraj Gollapudi
January 29, 2008



Loved to bits: the SCG gives Tendulkar a standing ovation after his 154 © Getty Images

Back in Melbourne, "Aussie Ana" was adding to her ratings. Twenty-year-old Ana Ivanovic of Serbia, the 2008 Australian Open finalist, endeared herself to sports fans Down Under thanks as much to her knockout good looks as for her tennis skills. A nation that feeds off the deeds of its sports persons, Australia has always welcomed the talented with open arms. It was the same 16 years ago, when another youngster, the 18-year-old Sachin Tendulkar, arrived on his maiden voyage and returned with two spectacular centuries, leaving behind impressions that still endure in the minds of the natives.

Now, nearly two decades on, it is almost as if they have adopted him as one of their own. There have been other visiting champions during this age, such as Brian Lara of the West Indies, but none has attracted quite the sort of rapturous applause that has greeted Tendulkar every time he has walked out onto a cricket ground in Australia during this series. Yes, much of it has to do with this tour probably being his last, but it was much the same in the 2003-04 series, and in 1999-2000.

Just what it is about Tendulkar that the Australians so love? The reasons have as much to do with Australia as with the man himself.

Bill Lawry, the former Australian captain, points out that Australians have always had time for champions. "We've always enjoyed champions and they could be in any sport." Peter Roebuck, who captained Viv Richards and Ian Botham at Somerset, and enjoys something approaching Tendulkar-like status in cricket writing himself, reckons it has to do with the sentimentality of Australians. "It's a new country, and its people get excited when they see great innings like Tendulkar's." He goes on to stress that the likes of Lara and Shane Warne were "mixed blessings", while Tendulkar is not.

Gideon Haigh, historian and cricket writer, agrees that his countrymen admire anyone who does well against them, but presents a unique point. "It is partly a mark of respect, partly a symptom of national narcissism. I think Australians are also fascinated by Tendulkar's status in India. Australian cricketers are hugely popular in their own country, but they do not need protection from their fans in the fashion Tendulkar does. His fame, to us, makes him an emblem of Indian extremity and exoticism."

There is also the matter of two ringing endorsements, delivered by Australian greats.

When Tendulkar was at his peak in the mid-to-late-1990s, one day Sir Don Bradman called his wife Jessie to the television set and said how he could see himself in the young man he was watching play on the screen. Then Warne, talking about his contests with the Indian, said Tendulkar gave him "nightmares".

Mark Taylor, another Australian captain who played against Tendulkar and has been an admirer from the day he first watched him play, thinks the Bradman compliment was a major head-turner. "Suddenly people thought, 'Hold on, you don't have the greatest batsman saying things just like that.'"

Taylor also points out that part of the admiration has to do with the sheer amount of runs Tendulkar has made in Australia. Six of Tendulkar's 39 Test centuries have come in Australia, each worth its own photo album. Haigh's personal favourite was the MCG Test of 1999. "The Indian batsmen struggled awfully. [Rahul] Dravid was lifeless, inert," he remembers. "But Tendulkar was so immediately at home that it was almost like the Aussies just gave up trying to get him out and decided to work around him." Haigh calls Tendulkar not just a great batsman but a fascinating batsman: "so correct, so compact, as intricate and exquisitely functioning as a Fabergé egg."

Tendulkar came to Australia for the 1991-92 series as a impressionable youngster. His legend was already on the way to being established, thanks to the world record he had set with Vinod Kambli in school cricket. When he arrived in Australia, people wanted to see the young phenomenon. "People loved him then because he seemed to be still a boy but played brilliantly," recollects Mark Ray, a senior Australian journalist.

Ray, the author of Cricket Masala, a brilliant photographic travelogue of his various cricketing tours, touches on another aspect of Tendulkar's appeal. "His modesty is a bit old-fashioned these days and appeals to many Australians. We have an image of being tough, very self-confident sportsmen, but most of the public here still prefer the modest champion. He stands out in that regard." Jim Maxwell of ABC Radio believes it's Tendulkar's flawless character that has defined him. "Australians like the humble, the laconic, no-complaining types, which Tendulkar is."

Mike Coward, the eminent cricket writer, says: "Humility and civility have followed him all his life." For Coward it is Tendulkar "who has raised awareness about Indo-Australian cricket, given it a profile more than anyone else. He is someone people can relate to."



'Australians like the humble, the laconic, no-complaining types, which Tendulkar is' © Getty Images

Tendulkar for his part has valued the importance of gaining the respect of the most feared opponents around. Ravi Shastri, a team-mate at the time, recalls how Tendulkar, even on his first Australian tour, wanted to take the fight to the Aussies. "We were at the SCG and the contest was getting heated. Both of us were batting well and the Aussies were shooting sledges from all directions. I told him that I would take care of them while he focused on his batting. He was mentally charged. I still remember him saying, 'Let me get past my 100, then I will give it back', in Marathi. Let me point out again that he said he wanted to get to the century and only then would he distract himself."

When asked recently if Australia ever felt like a second home to him, Tendulkar said, laughing: "I only have one home. But it's truly a special feeling to walk in to such a reception, when I don't know if I am batting on zero or on 100."

In private conversations with friends Tendulkar has talked about his appreciation for the respect he has been accorded in Australia. He told a senior Indian journalist friend how satisfying it was to score his 39th Test hundred at the Adelaide Oval, the home of Bradman, who would have been close to a hundred years old if he were still alive. Tendulkar wouldn't admit that in the public lest it was mistaken for false modesty, but thereby he adds another layer to his greatness.

General Peter Cosgrove, a former head of the Australian Defence Force, delivering the 2008 Sir Donald Bradman oration at the University of Western Australia two weeks ago, said, "Australians are among the most overtly competitive people on the planet. Cricket defines our approach to competition: it has rules and teams, it demands focus and self-confidence. It entails an intense desire and will to win; it needs an abundance of skill, stamina, courage and perseverance." Indeed, these are the qualities Sachin Tendulkar has come to define for Australians among others. And in so doing, he has come to represent an unreachable ideal.

Greg Baum, columnist at Melbourne's Age, wrote in Wisden Asia Cricket magazine a few years ago: "Here is a man not susceptible to human failing in any endeavour, a man not so much invincible as invulnerable." He ended his appreciation by calling Tendulkar "the game's secular saint".

Nagraj Gollapudi is an assistant editor at Cricinfo.