Never has such an event gripped a nations imagination so tightly. A heartthrob of a billion, a man so closely revered as god himself in his own right. A person who has probably shown our nation as a light burning bright. Donned the Indian responsibility at a mere age of 16, and showed the world something no man had ever seen. The tremendous skill and ease with which he wields his weapon of magnificence a simple humble piece of wood, which has humbled almost everyone who gazed upon it. This is the ultimate sign of passion that we can refer to Sachin Tendulkur the little master, master blaster. The scorer of 100 centuries a player of 100 test matches and the hitter of the longest six in the world not only was the ball lost also was a couple of breaths and hearts. A man ultimately who was true to himself more than anything else always aware that the ultimate witness to our life the conscience wasn’t lied to. Passion is like wildfire it consumes everything in its path. New growth isn’t possible in the jungle without a fire the same for us growth cant happen in our lives without passion fuelling it. Passion is like an itch that needs constant scratching and Sachin Tendulkar seems to have kept his scratches constant. A look at the marks on his scorecard shows how passion was for the game. This passion was for joy; this passion was ultimately for himself. Passion is all, passion is Sachin.
Hariharan of XII - B
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