India and Sourav

O India! Wake up. Sourav is there and here to stay. U tried to oust him with the help of an Aussie Kangaroo. How mean? See Kolkattans fight for him burning effigies and giving their soul for a just cause. Well Bengal thinks today what India thinks tomorrow, n after all Sourav must play. What if he hasn't scored runs for last few years, he has his backers n that is what matters even if Chappell says to selector,"Don't kid he is a test match bowler."
But I do remember the day when I woke up at 4 in the morning, rubbing my eyes to see clearly India setting off their tour Down Under. India reeling with 3 wickets down, in came Sourav, and lit up the Brisbane ground with majestic strokeplay paving the way for a magnificient display by the team there after. Oh that was great, but a long time back. Now everyone including I swirm in my seats seeing him fending off the rising balls with uncertain ease. See the vagaries of life.
But the undeniable truth is, it catches up with everyone, I , you or Sourav. The wayout is tough , varying from one individual to another. But the hypostatsis of the matter is working towards the goal which probably every sane mind knows where it is and how to attain it. Sourav u have to bat for India whether in the garb of captain or not. Chappell u have to guide him, putting aside his lethargy and bring forth his regal
touch. Selectors u have to pick the right team based on conscience and not on phone calls. n what about we, the lordly viewers. Oh we r the critics, n can burn tyres in protest, leave alone other things, in protest unmindful of its usefulness. We do rule. But for a change dear, let India play. Let India play sans those bickerings and parochialness. Let sanity return to one and all for a better morrow.

The Road Not Taken

Here is my favourite poem:-

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the differenc
-By Robert Frost

Explanation:-

This poem tells the story of the poet who is travelling on a road in a wood when he comes upon a fork in the road and, even though he would like to travel both, he has to make a choice. He contemplates where both roads will take him. While one road is well trodden and safe, the other road is grassy and has not yet gone through the rigours of time and thus, as he says, had the better claim. He also remarks as to the fact that on that morning, neither road had been travelled upon. He took the road less trodden, keeping the first road for another day. But he realizes that he may probably not have a chance to go back on his choice, because the world moves too fast for one to look back.

Later on, when he is recounting his tale, he says that he has no regrets of his choice and that choice has made all the difference and led him to where he was that day.

The poem states that "the passing there had worn them really about the same" meaning neither of the two roads was less traveled.