A poem on cricket...I remembered reading long ago...
I have been reading Sachin's exclusive interview on the Times of India and I am in dearth of words to say or write anything about the Little Master. Infact it makes me feel jittery to comment anything on my MOST FAVOURITE CRICKETER of all times. For those of you, who are hard core Sachin fans you could read the entire interview from the following link
http://cricket.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1327136.cms
Wow, 35 Test Hundreds!!! Thats really amazing ! Yes, there are chances that Hayden and Punter can break this record but Sachin would always be remembered for this marvellous feat especially at a time when the Indian team needs a great morale boosting...
I remember reading a poem when I was eleven or twelve years old in the Young World, the supplement of The Hindu. Young World was then in its inception stages and a kid of 12 years had written a classic poem on Indian Cricketers.
I read the poem quite a number of times and kept the copy of that particular Young World for many years. I vaguely remember the full poem but I am penning it down as far as I remember...It was about the Indian Cricketers of 1992 typically the time when Sachin was still in his teens and Azhar was the captain and Srikanth was still playing...
Azhar is the boss
Winner of the toss
Now suffers great loss
Inconsistency being the cause
Srikanth is the best
Followed by the rest
But Ravi is a pest
Sometimes for the rest
Next comes the teenage thunder
Who makes everyone wonder
For he commits no blunder
And he is Sachin Tendulkar
Next comes with the guy with 400 wickets
Kapil the great in Indian Cricket
Oh I wish, I get a ticket
To get him see another wicket
Next comes Srinath
Who went to Sarnath
He asked God for a boon
And God gave him David Boon
Raju is a winner
One among the spinners
But he is thin
For he does not have his dinner...
etc etc
Cool poem, isn't it? My friends and I used to recite this poem while watching matches way back in 1992. Hats off to the kid who wrote this...
Happy time reading
Anusha
http://cricket.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1327136.cms
Wow, 35 Test Hundreds!!! Thats really amazing ! Yes, there are chances that Hayden and Punter can break this record but Sachin would always be remembered for this marvellous feat especially at a time when the Indian team needs a great morale boosting...
I remember reading a poem when I was eleven or twelve years old in the Young World, the supplement of The Hindu. Young World was then in its inception stages and a kid of 12 years had written a classic poem on Indian Cricketers.
I read the poem quite a number of times and kept the copy of that particular Young World for many years. I vaguely remember the full poem but I am penning it down as far as I remember...It was about the Indian Cricketers of 1992 typically the time when Sachin was still in his teens and Azhar was the captain and Srikanth was still playing...
Azhar is the boss
Winner of the toss
Now suffers great loss
Inconsistency being the cause
Srikanth is the best
Followed by the rest
But Ravi is a pest
Sometimes for the rest
Next comes the teenage thunder
Who makes everyone wonder
For he commits no blunder
And he is Sachin Tendulkar
Next comes with the guy with 400 wickets
Kapil the great in Indian Cricket
Oh I wish, I get a ticket
To get him see another wicket
Next comes Srinath
Who went to Sarnath
He asked God for a boon
And God gave him David Boon
Raju is a winner
One among the spinners
But he is thin
For he does not have his dinner...
etc etc
Cool poem, isn't it? My friends and I used to recite this poem while watching matches way back in 1992. Hats off to the kid who wrote this...
Happy time reading
Anusha
posted by Ananya S P at 3:44 PM
4 Comments:
nalla memory..
chinna vayasula niraya memory plus saapita pola irukku..
Appadee nnu dhaan vechukoyen. Btw Memory Plus tablets were not there while we were in school.
appaada.. u have finally replied to my comments..
ivlo naal enna comment viradhamaa ?..
b/w nall post panra..
keep posting..
Jap, good luck on your blog and here you go - couple of old dabblings of mine:)
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