Childhood for boys in my generation basically comprised of two important things – studies and cricket.Though there were a few electronic gadgets like TV video-games and computers around,no one really fancied sticking to the screen.Instead a game of cricket(watchin n playing) was the biggest fad around.I still remember one of the first matches I watched on the TV-Finals of the HERO CUP at Kolkata 1993.Anil Kumble turned the heat on with magical
figures of 6 for 12 before which Sachin and Kambli had blasted the Carribean attack of Walsh and Ambrose.Thus began my love story with a game which i did not know would be a religion one day.Celebrations and fireworks after India s
win that day really showed me the adulation this game had in India.Belgaum being a small place actually has quite a good number of cricket maniacs.Infact there are people who freely distribute sweets on roadside and burst crackers whenever India wins a major cricket match.
One of the things that was a catalyst in boosting my love for cricket was 1996 World Cup held in India.It was great fun to watch my hero Sachin Tendulkar on fire in front of the home crowd.I would like to say that it had such an impact on me tat I actually jumped and broke the sofa set by jumping on it with joy when India won against Pakistan, cried on the dining table and later on my bed when India lost the semi-final match.This act of crying actually continued till my third semester engineering when India hopelessly bowed out of 2007 world cup at West Indies.I always believed that shouting at the stands when my team hits a boundary or scalps a wicket was the ultimate way of celebration.From there on began a wish turned dream of actually watching a cricket match in a stadium.
Though i did watch quite a few domestic matches in Bangalore a big one was still due.It came true on 9th October 2008 when I finally got a chance to go to M.Chinnaswamy stadium to watch the India-Australia cricket match.I arrived there just after the toss.The first glimpse of the ground was WOW!! Fantastic!! I kept gaping at the circular green patch and all the ashwaths who had come to see the match.The same enthusiasm the same spirit.Faces painted!Flags all over!!I wished for the time to stop for some time; but still I was living my dream, a dream of a lifetime.Then the umpires came out and called the players.The moment Anil Kumble and his men came in, the stands erupted.Yes! I was there too shouting at the top of my voice.Cheering for my country my India,my team and when saurav
ganguly came in the end there was a chant “DADA” all over.This was his last test match at Bangalore.
As the time passed buy there was the famous mexican wave around the stands.Different chants,cheers for wickets taken by indians, oversimplifications of heated moments on pitch!GOD!!How much of it in one day.That evening when i travelled back in a BMTC vehicle sitting at the window seat I remembered my whole journey with my first
love..cricket.Right from its inception!From the day I watched my first cricket match on TV till today when i lived a long awaited dream.Right from the evening when my dad told me wat was cricket all about till today when I watched the game with my own naked eyes.