No prose can describe the poetic double ton.

Cricket and prose has a long tradition, from Nevile Cardus to Peter Roebuck and there are moments in the game of cricket that bring out cricketing / writing quacks like yours truly to try and do a Peter Roebuck or a Nirmal Shekar. These moments just don’t happen always but are inspired by spectacular performances, sometimes performances of a life time, (or is it yet to come) by none other than Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

The man played like he was suffering from an acute case of multiple personality disorder. Playing to a stage where the audience where as vociferous as the ones in a Roman colosseum witnessing a gladiatorial show, here was a gladiator with a willow in hand hunting down a 6 ounce leathered spherical object hurled at him at different projectiles and velocities. He was playing like a man possessed, moving around like a ballerina, displaying monk like calmness, all at the same time. Can you visualise that??? No you can’t? You had to see him in action, and I’m fortunate I did.

No amount of adjectives, no amount of prose not even the best of writers can express what they have seen and hence my ranting are also not to be taken seriously since as I began no prose can do poetic justice to the innings that we saw. Thank you Sachin!!!