And Then

Thoughts Began To Fly

Who are the Real Players?

Published by Aakarsh under on Saturday, November 29, 2008

A team of 11 people, play with a ball and a bat, to beat a score, just to win a useless cup, for this nation. And they are heaped with expensive Cars, pots of gold and lavish houses.

Few Hundreds of people, gamble in the game of death, play with their lives, to restore safety, security, lives and honour of this nation, settling scores and more importantly by becoming Gods to many people. All they will get now, are bloody peanuts!!!

Who are the real outstanding players? Who should be rewarded appropriately?

What is so great about cricket? What is so great about it and its players, that we have a separate page allotted to it Everyday in the newspapers and we have a separate TV channel for the game? what is so great that there is so much hype, ordeal, talk, money and paraphernalia about every damn thing associated with it?

What is so casual about human life? What is so ordinary about it, that despite fighting with their lives to save many other lives, the army officers don’t get that hype, time, space, attention, rewards and respect?

1 comments:

AD said... @ Sunday, November 30, 2008 1:23:00 PM

There is nothinng casual about human life. Its the inability of human mind to face the harsh realities and own up to one's short comings in cases like these that makes the passing away of human life look like a casual phenomena.
We as Indians have lots of restless energy immediately after such instances, or for that matter after the so called gods of cricket fail to perform on the cricket field. The sad thing is we lack the ability to transform it into a constructive action. And therefore we hang in the smoke of discontent of our fuming minds and heart!!

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