There is an insufferable exhaustion about watching Sachin Tendulkar bat nowadays. There is no thrill, or zip or anticipation. Every world record he now conquers has that painful inevitability that one sees in geriatric wards; on the face of the grim reaper hanging in the shadows.
I hope he is done and retires now, because I’m pretty much done watching him plod along from record to record. Make no mistake, for a long time I only watched a game when he was batting. And that’s only how I’d like to remember him.
Bas jhala, Tendlya. Chala, ghari basa atta.
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