The Don : Sir Donald Bradman

One of the many things which creeps your mind the moment you start pondering over about Sir Donald Bradman is his amazing test batting average of 99.94. Considering the next best is of another great Mr. Graham Pollock at 61.70 this little snippet in itself tells you a big story about this little genius.

Sir Donald Bradman was a living legend. He is the brightest jewel in the cricket crown. But more than anything else he is the most famous son of Australia. He was to Australia what Taj Mahal is to India, what Eiffel Tower is to France and perhaps what Statue of Liberty is to America. In cricket he is the ultimate gold standard. Anything good in cricket had to and had to be compared with THE DON.

A few years ago when i was going through one of the many cricket magazines I used to read, I came across that the ACB ( Australia Cricket Board ) Post Box No. is 9994. Initially I thought ACB might have opted for 10000 as this would be a very easy number to remember as it's Post Box number but due to non availability it was given 9994.

Very quickly I realised that how foolish and mistaken I was. Talking about numbers ACB Post Box number in Melbourne is 9994 as a true tribute to it's most famous son whom many consider as the greatest cricketer of all times.

Some Expierences about ....

.... Life ... It is no straight bed nor even an easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered. But, it is a maze of passages through which we should seek our way, lost and confused now, and again passing through that blind alley hoping against hope to look for the streak of white light.

But always if you fight for your way ahead and have that zeal and the enthusiasm to move forward and have that hunger and that passion to drive through nobody simply nobody can stop you from getting to that door which you might have not thought initially to enter but one which might end up being the very best for you in times to come.

Ageless Fable !!!

When nothing seems to help, I go and look at the stone cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred time without a single crack showing in it. Yet in hundred-and-first attempt it splits into two. And i know it was not that blow which did the trick but all which had gone before.

Think on it. !!!