An experience with GOD...
On a hot Saturday in Chennai in early 2008, I was sitting alongside my mates cramped up on an uncomfortable plastic chair, focussing on the green floored area just in front of me that had a white rectangular strip at its center with timbers at either ends. Numerous advertisement boards were enclosing the area that was open to sky from the top. Close to 15 people on white clothing were spread across the landscape with more people converging towards the centre - where most of the action was taking place.
My mind was regretting the fact that the location was void of my presence the earlier day, a dreadful day for most of them who were currently positioned on the ground. Most of them must have lost their hearing senses upon the unanimous vociferation of more than many thousand local voices on the previous day. I had come in search of divinity, to quench my thirst on the religion I follow, to take a distant glance on the one and only GOD of my religion - a living GOD.
The red cherry, looking bright and shiny, was ready for yet another sling onto the surface. Only god knew if it was destined for further beating. If it could talk, it would have helplessly surrendered falling on Sehwag's feet - knowing the treatment its predecessor received throughout the previous day. But this cherry had an inborn luck, probably due to the goodwill it gained during past births, a blessing more than what I had - to physically reach closer to GOD. The black handed man gripped the cherry tightly and danced towards one end of the rectangular strip from the greenish turf, most definitely with a vigor on the face and purpose in the mind. It pitched and bounced and drifted in a jet high speed. The sleeping part of the willow on Sehwag's hands woke up, took a beating for probably the first time in the match and misdirected the cherry to slip's safe hands. Out went the devotee and in came ..................
All heads turned to one door towards the pavilion end and all throats were rehersing to render the scream of their lifetime. And so did mine. A little tiny figure walked out of the room, dressed in white, heads down with a willow in hand and probably with his ears plugged already. The inanimate willow was probably one of the luckiest of all - to have been taken care by god himself in his close proximities. It was probably more luckier than I. The head slowly went to look up at the sky - silently offering prayers to the creator of GOD. By the time, the stadium went berserk, with all throats putting up a tremendous live show, all eyes concentrating on the one and only GOD of cricket and all other organs deep into their worshipping mode till the little master took centre stage to take guard. The GOD in him will remain immortal, the worships will never end, and his soul will last forever.
I follow Sachinism.
On a hot Saturday in Chennai in early 2008, I was sitting alongside my mates cramped up on an uncomfortable plastic chair, focussing on the green floored area just in front of me that had a white rectangular strip at its center with timbers at either ends. Numerous advertisement boards were enclosing the area that was open to sky from the top. Close to 15 people on white clothing were spread across the landscape with more people converging towards the centre - where most of the action was taking place.
My mind was regretting the fact that the location was void of my presence the earlier day, a dreadful day for most of them who were currently positioned on the ground. Most of them must have lost their hearing senses upon the unanimous vociferation of more than many thousand local voices on the previous day. I had come in search of divinity, to quench my thirst on the religion I follow, to take a distant glance on the one and only GOD of my religion - a living GOD.
The red cherry, looking bright and shiny, was ready for yet another sling onto the surface. Only god knew if it was destined for further beating. If it could talk, it would have helplessly surrendered falling on Sehwag's feet - knowing the treatment its predecessor received throughout the previous day. But this cherry had an inborn luck, probably due to the goodwill it gained during past births, a blessing more than what I had - to physically reach closer to GOD. The black handed man gripped the cherry tightly and danced towards one end of the rectangular strip from the greenish turf, most definitely with a vigor on the face and purpose in the mind. It pitched and bounced and drifted in a jet high speed. The sleeping part of the willow on Sehwag's hands woke up, took a beating for probably the first time in the match and misdirected the cherry to slip's safe hands. Out went the devotee and in came ..................
All heads turned to one door towards the pavilion end and all throats were rehersing to render the scream of their lifetime. And so did mine. A little tiny figure walked out of the room, dressed in white, heads down with a willow in hand and probably with his ears plugged already. The inanimate willow was probably one of the luckiest of all - to have been taken care by god himself in his close proximities. It was probably more luckier than I. The head slowly went to look up at the sky - silently offering prayers to the creator of GOD. By the time, the stadium went berserk, with all throats putting up a tremendous live show, all eyes concentrating on the one and only GOD of cricket and all other organs deep into their worshipping mode till the little master took centre stage to take guard. The GOD in him will remain immortal, the worships will never end, and his soul will last forever.
I follow Sachinism.
I am happy that I am the first one to comment on the lovely feel which every sachinist would feel. I have done it numerous times so that i come out with my best voice when god comes out and he does not fail to gives us the treat we deserve.
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ReplyDeletelovely article na. yeah even i witnessed devotee's encounter and GOD's responsible innings.As a ardent devotee of "GOD'd Devotee" i was awestruck and amazed to witness the vigorous encounter by the swash buckling opener of our country.Tears started to trickle down my eyes hearing the scream "Sehwag Sehwag Sehwag" by everyone in the stands.
ReplyDeleteMembers of Barmy Army was screaming in favour of england continuously,started to clap hands for the first time in favour of indian after they witnessing the innings played by sehwag.
Proud to be a Sehwag fan.I thank the GOD of cricket for finishing the game,and not letting the efforts taken by nawab of najafgarh to go in vien
This is always a special moment!!!
ReplyDeleteand this will stay in out hearts will we breath out last!!
I am really happy that we all experienced it.. its an achievement actually.. !! :)
Sachin is GOD.. should be written in Bhagavad Geetha,Bible and Quoran..
Excellent article na.. u bought put the exact feel!! :)
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If you guys are not mistaken, this is not the experience on the Ind vs Eng match late last year, but on the Ind vs RSA match early last year when Sehwag hit 319.
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ReplyDeleteSema jolly innings and fitting reply to the stiff upper lipped opponents.
Good article.
love
Ramesh