28 years had passed but a nation had struggled to find its own identity. The many milestones in wealth, technology and breeding were not enough for it to find its soul. But a few men, with their bats held high, showed us the meaning of India, or should we say INDIIAAAA, INDIA…!…!…!
Snacking on the twisties of self doubt and a spicily rebellious media; bathing in the nagging showers of hope and despair; wearing the boxers torn by the logical tug-of-war of failed results and boastful advertisements; and sleeping on a mattress of bruised egos and unbounded desires, we crawled through the hours of the day, without even knowing the meaning of being ourselves. A moment changed all that.
A 16 year old boy with a single minded hunger for cricket glory took 21 years to realize his own potential and find his true purpose. A stylish and aggressive left – hander with the cricketing talent of Gods and the effusiveness of Punjabis, had to tread through a long dark tunnel to find the light. And a gritty left-arm seamer took 8 years to redeem himself by proving his coming-of-age to the world.
A crowd found its own innocent unity. Celebrities rejoiced like children out on curfew. The cities landmark monuments almost fading into history, were re-illuminated with the sparkle of a million smiles. The stern cops melted into liberal managers of the greatest party on the planet.
Vande Matram found a new purpose and freedom a new relief. Fate took a breather while the moment took the stage.
INDIA HAD NEVER BEEN LIKE THIS BEFORE AND NEVER WILL BE.
Three days later, the feeling still lingers. It is not on the surface but somewhere way beneath. At a place where it is easily exhumed by our nerves, where the simplest recollection of victory can cause moments of true bliss.
– R & R
questforsiva 
subhanallah!
Its been three days but the feeling hasn’t even begun to fade. And reading this gave me goosebumps all over again, as if i was back there on Saturday night. Inspirational!!