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03 Aug

Tribute To Sachin Tendulkar

To My Master, On His Retirement

“ A thing of beauty is a joy forever” – John Keats

My heart still aches. It is just ridiculous. Why should the retirement of a man from his profession after 24 years of remarkable service plunge me so much into the unfathomable depths of grief and disappointment? After all, who is he to me? Or rather, what has he been to me for the past 17 years of my life?

EVERYTHING!! Yes he has been everything to me ever since I came to know him. My friend, my guide, my inspiration, my role model, my hero, my everything. He has consoled me when I felt sad; he has supported me whenever I was diffident; he has pulled me along whenever I remained lazy; he taught me the virtues of forbearance, gentlemanliness, calmness; he imparted lessons that would last a lifetime.

I understand that my parents, my friends, my teachers have all influenced me in myriad ways; but it was he who has moulded me into what I am today. I started reading because of him; I listened to the radio to know how well he fared; I watched television to see him in action and in inaction; I listened to the news to hear about him; I became an art aficionado because of him; I learned what it means to be a genius, yes, from him. He taught me the English language because of which I am an English lecturer today. He shaped my destiny.

He creates beauty. He creates poetry with his willow. In full flow, he is poetry in motion. Van Gogh with his brush did the same. Messi with the football and Federer with the racquet do the same. At times he reminds me of Mozart. But there is one thing that places him on an altogether higher pedestal. The pressure he had to withstand, the burden of expectations that he had to carry, the billion dreams and aspirations that he represented. None of his peers had to confront these. And this perhaps is the legacy that he leaves behind.

He has visited me at night in my dreams. Yea, I have never ever met him in person. Neither do I want to. For the very act of meeting him will be too much for me. I just want to behold that vision in the sanctum sanctorum of my heart. He lived there. He still lives there. And he will continue to live there so long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

Hats off, to a true champion and a perfect gentleman.

Thank You Sachin Romesh Tendulkar for the wonderful memories. To me you are the Greatest Ever. Life without you will never be the same. But i will relive those memories when i feel lonely and cold. I know that a billion other voices will echo the same sentiment.

We salute you , Master!!


Manu Mangattu

16 November 2013

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