The definition of happiness can be complicated. Or it can be simple; watching Sehwag bat. In a field filled with legends, few have lit up the ground as he did. It was Diwali without fumes and fretting; a child-like celebration of pure fun. With the impossible angles his bat made the ball draw to the boundary, Virender Sehwag was a McEnroe who never cursed. A Shammi Kapoor dancing to the tune of a different drummer. If Mozart had a willow instead of a bow in his hand, he would
Some musings about what I love, and mostly, what I hate.