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Grass Was Greener On The Other Side!

Finally the back-to-back cricketing extravaganza is over, I mean the 20-20 championships. No, I did not take any interest in the IPL, neither did I savour ICC T-20 world cup. However, I did watch some cricket last night – only the last few deliveries when Afridi hit a boom-boom six and a four to bring the match tally to run-a-ball. I was quite sure that Pakistan would win the finals and hence channelled away to some other entertainment stuff. A while later when surfing through the channels, I noticed on a news channel that Pakistan had won the ICC T-20 world cup. The triumph was celebrated with much delight, and most importantly the satisfaction was something to watch for. The Pakistan team, the spectators, were in a euphoric mood, especially the fans on street of Pakistan, who had forgotten all evil that had happened and was happening in their country, they had to kiss many frogs before they met the prince – it was such a moment yesterday.
I was feeling somewhat happy too at their win. I had never liked Sri Lankan team, and my favourite South Africa was out of the finals. I do not want to talk about other teams. However, let me confess that I wouldn’t have sided by Indian cricket team either – I think they are full of attitude and unnecessary pride. Indian team certainly did not deserve to win this time and it was evident, too much of over confidence or the stress of having just finished the IPL, as some might want to call it that way.
Pakistan needed to win to bring back the pride, the confidence, and so on as stated by some cricket experts, and indeed the grass was greener on the other side this time :-)

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