I wish to die rather than see this loser of a trait in myself. To know that I can beat anyone and yet I chose myself to lose. I hope I can kill myself and be born here, in my India again, but after 100 years… when Sachin is no more. But only his legend remains. Only tales of his greatness remains, told down the generations by those who lived on. And with that legend, every child born in that generation will hopefully have filtered out that negative trait and learned to only win like Sachin. Win the battles with oneself, with one’s mind, just like Sachin. With the thinking, thought process and traits evolving, I am sure by that time India would have learned to win, without any apology. They would have lost the suicidal trait. Yes, I would love to just die today. I have achieved and accomplished whatever I have to. If only I could be born 100 years down the line with that feeling of winning only. No trace of that suicidal trait.
I don’t like what I see in the mirror. I hate it. I hate myself. I hate you Sachin for giving me this suicidal trait. It is there and I know it. It just won’t go away! Why did you do it, Sachin? Why did you get out in that fashion? Why did we lose the match again? I am sure that the coward that I am, the loser that I am, I will not be able to even die. You are looking at a broken down soul with all its ugliness. Yes, it has the power to rise and again astound you and amaze you. But you simply have to know, just like Ponting, to go along with your motions and I will kill myself. Aah, if only I could be born again a winner. Simply a winner.