Tagore:
How I wish I could once again find my way to that
foreign land where waits for me the message of love.
...Her language I knew not, but what her eyes
said will forever remain eloquent in its anguish.
If you’re an Indian, so the thinking goes at least in any country that knows anything about cricket, you must be crazy about cricket. Like all stereotypes, this is true to a large extent. But like all stereotypes, this is not the whole truth. Think of people like my select friends (and there are so many of them around) who spend as much time thinking about cricket as the average cricket-crazy Indian spends thinking about ice hockey. And me?