The twist of irony that shapes the lives of few...where do they draw their strengths from, and for how long...the bleakness of it all, does it hit them every morning, as the rays lit the skies, and each night as they close their lids, heavy and weighed down? What is that keeps them trudging along, traverse the narrow lanes, and the endless bridges to be crossed; My heart goes out to these few, with whom you have a dear relationship, but, can really do nothing much; other than being around whenever, whatever.

Was so hurt at the horrendous display of the men in blue. There has been responses - seething, scathing and diplomatic from the millions who had misplaced their faith so badly on the 11 out there; to lift the nation's pride on their shoudlers or just play plain passionate cricket. What a sham!!