The start of this year has been one of excessive and exciting cricket. India winning the world cup final against Sri Lanka and before that, dumping their arch rivals Pakistan in the semi final. This event was exhilarating for the already cricket crazy fans of India including myself. Now its the IPL season. The Delhi Daredevils have just now subdued the Pune Warriors in spite of a whopping asking run rate of 12 per over with 3 overs to go. The crowd seemed to enjoy the massacre of the bowlers and got the moneys worth. Its just a season which creates an expectation even before the tournament starts. Thats the magic, the game of cricket weaves around this country. It brings to the fore, the unknown cricketing heroes of the nation. Its reminds me of the phrase that this world is a global village, when you see cricketers from different nations hug and rejoice together their winning moments in the game. I personally feel happy when Tendulkar, forgetting the recent past, wipes his face when Malinga is hit for a six. The electrifying moments that this tournament produces lets you forget all your worries for the moment. The only thing that saddens me is the monetary benefits that our heroes of yesteryears were not entitled to, in spite of winning big events like the prudential cup in 1983. I recently read in a newspaper that the winning team of the 1983 final was paid a lump sum of just 14 lakhs for lifting the trophy. In my opinion, these heroes deserve much more credit as they were the ones that ignited the fire to start the religion on cricket in India. But, thats the way life is, i believe. Sometimes, the reward does not commensurate with your achievements.
