I remember coming back from watching that match and updating my Gtalk status (there was no Facebook or Twitter then).
It read, "On April 2, 2011, Sachin will lift the World Cup at the Wankhede"
By the time I publish this, it will be April 2, 2011. The day we play Sri Lanka in the finals of the World Cup of the Cricket. Four years on, those words are a few hours away from coming true.
"Easy for him to say now" you might say. Yes, its easy. But not because we are now in the finals. Because I have undying faith in the destiny of that great humble man, Sachin Tendulkar. It may or may not be his last world cup. That is for him to decide. But this much I do know, tomorrow, in front of an adoring, devout, and tearful home crowd, Sachin will take India the cup for which we have waited for 28 years. Chants of "Sachinnnnnn! Sachin!!" will reverberate throughout the country as almost 1.2 billion people forget a million worries to celebrate one man and the greatness we have achieved through him.
And yes, I will cry...
