Shantakumaran Sreesanth.
When he took the 5-40 against the Saffas at Johannesburg, people cheered, bats were swung, minstrels performed for an extra 15 minutes, and transitional meditation prices soared above 18k a day. Dollars.
cut to yesterday
Sreesanth, or Freesanth took 5-75 on a spinner friendly wicket (who makes these proclamations?) and every person worth his words is finding it difficult to find words in praise. Also praising him are the transitional meditation gurus. The minstrels are included in the people worth their words.
As I am none of the above, I wouldn’t jump on the proverbial bandwagon. Not yet. This has also n0thing to do with “Let him prove himself over 10 games or so, and then we will lick his feet, till then we will just blush when he smiles” sort of crap writers dish out.
It is impressive that Sreesanth bowled superbly yesterday, and the five wickets were well deserved. But the problem lies in the fact that he was always this good. Once, a famous cricket analyst remarked that out of Sreesanth and RP, Sreesanth had more talent but RP exploited what he had more. Sreesanth needs to keep his focus for time periods longer than one match.
It is great when he says that life has come full circle for him, but has it? India go on tour next. Will he play in place of Ishant abroad? I don’t think so. The third seamer’s place seems to be the best bet for him, but competition awaits in the form of Munaf, Praveen, Tyagi, Dhawal Kulkarni and of course, RP.
Robert Miles should whisper in his ears, as this is the apt time.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
replace sleep with “self-proclamation induced media bytes”
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The only other sound’s the sweep
That para had some real cricket similes.