Incidentally, met a guy who’d opened the batting with the man in school. He even sported a 3 inch wide stitch under his chin where he’d been struck by, hold your breath, a Tendulkar bouncer! Shook his hand and asked “Is he as special as he seems?” He looked at me, knew I wasn’t talking about his batting, said “Every bit as he seems”. He then shot me a question “You still think he’s good, inspite of everything in the last couple of years?”, staring intently waiting for an answer. The fact that he might be a prospective boss didn’t matter as i answered “He could not score a run for the rest of his career, and, he’ll remain the best ever for me”. Wonder how many times I’ve said that!
On a less significant note, the date of April 24th has always served as a mnemonic for me to remember the other date…25th, so I’d remember that the one synthesized from genetic material irradiated to mutate into pure evil, sent only to make my life a living (sometimes, maybe not even that) hell through my adolescent years, my sibling was born on this date. Happy B’day Sis! Pity you ain’t around so I could’ve gifted you those gucci pumps!
p.s: as is very clear, the language used in this post is not suitable for younger sisters…for those who’ve had the misfortune of knowing us both, trust you to maintain the peace…else…remember i know where you live…so i can thank you of course!