The post on X received over 27k likes and over 5k retweets, it also received a lot of flak but the author didn’t mind it. He was looking for engagement and he got it. There are numerous handles like these who do engagement farming and monetize the same. They get their few minutes of fame … Continue reading Bring it on! →

There is this child that’s born after significant delays; the parents opting for medical and spiritual solutions so as to be blessed with one and eventually getting one. The Boy (more often) is showered with attention, pampered by parents and both set of grandparents and from the onset becomes the center of attraction. His demands … Continue reading The Pampered Boys! →

First published on Kalamwali on 3rd July 2017 It was the summer of 2000 when I first met Sandeep on field. We were called by the senior team for tryouts at the Nehru Stadium. Back then it was the biggest cricketing arena in Pune and the only stadium which hosted international matches. I was nervous … Continue reading Underdog story →

I remember reading an article many years ago, I think it was in India Today or maybe in The Week. It talked about cricket in the 90s and about Sachin in particular. How the streets went empty when he played and how traffic resumed when he got out. How he was the only player who … Continue reading India… India… →

Of all the fantastic memories Virat Kohli has provided us so far, the one that stands out for me is when he stood up for his vision and gave a resounding “no” to Anil Kumble’s appointment as the chief coach. He faced severe backlash for that stand, some calling him the prodigal son of BCCI … Continue reading Forming, Storming, Norming & Performing →

Exactly one month from today, Roger Federer will turn 40 years old. For someone to remain not just active but competitive at this age is a testament to his undying love for the game more than anything else. That he lost to Hubert Hurkacz yesterday in straight sets does not change that. Neither does it … Continue reading Twenty all or Sixty love? →

Sunny used to gently sway away, his body arching back while his eyes remained latched on to the ball, till it reached the keepers gloves. The Roberts and Holdings of his era kept aiming at the floppy hat or the bare skull under the curly hair, but none could touch him, not once! Well over … Continue reading Being Pujara →