The Phoenix

Nothing succeeds like success! Sounds archaic in terms of its usage in common folklore, but when one sits down to analyse the wisdom behind the saying, his effort is always vindicated.
Today was one of those days when you could have seen it getting manifested in the form of Virender Sehwag.
I dare say that there is no player in this world who is like him. This may sound blasphemous to the fanatic fans of great players like Sachin, but with due respect to all of them and in all fairness, one has got to accept that the chances of another person being equal in ability to what he possesses, is next to impossible. What separates him from other players helps you find an answer to his meteoric rise to stardom and having been able to carve a niche for himself in a star studded line up as that of indians.
With magnates like Sachin and Dravid in the team, he has managed to single handedly hog all the limelight on not one but two momentous occasions in test cricket. I happen to be one of those lucky ones to have witnessed both the masterpieces.
The audacity with which he treats world class bowlers is unmatched.Maverick he is, but to confuse that with mindless aggression will be a big blunder. You just can't pen down epics like these with carelessness. Behind that veiled aggression lies a shrewd mind, a sort of mini computer which keeps on ticking and takes that calculated measure at the right time.
Now he commands a place in the list of all time greats and nothing more than this can help an Indian's chest swell with pride. I too can feel the effect.
Kudos to our man, who has redefined the rules as to how a test match innings should be approached.

The Order

A riveting contest materialises between "Who I am" and "Who I am supposed to be". The later entails from the pressure where i live. Not to confuse between the enormity of the space concerned with my idea of "abode", it is naive to think that my connotations are limited to the confines of my home or street. The multitude around me, with a vice like grip over my independence of thought, has in more than one ways contributed to what I am today. What I was supposed to be, is a different talking point altogether.So, what is it which thrusts itself upon poor souls like us? Is it too big a pressure to yield so nonchalantly. Do I owe something to the fact that I was born independent, and so have to be mindful of the greater force governing the way I tread my path? Is there a harbinger, which immolates itself before my very eyes to help me get out of this morbid slumber?The cues are umpteen and so are my chances. But do I have it in me to make way for this hitherto umbrage?Even if I fail to muster enough skill to find answers to my predicaments, I can rest assured that something within me has the capability to wade through this ordeal.This is the human spirit, which against all odds helps the lamp of hope kindle itself in all its glory.This will help me in deciding the order into which I fit in.The fight is on!