The World Cough Fever!!!

Last Saturday was a day I wont forget for the rest of my life. India had won the World Cup. We were the World Champions.! When Dhoni hit the ball far away into the crowds, a billion hearts went berserk, a billion throats screamed at the top of their limits, 2 billion hands went up and all of them wanted just one thing, to wave the Indian Flag. All hearts wanted to celebrate, dance, drink, scream, wave the flag, and a place to do all this with a thousand others.

My Saturday night was spent with those thousand others and boy that night the whole of Nagpur(for that matter the whole of India) was on the road with a thousand others. For the first time I saw my countrymen forget castes, race, money, religion and every other barrier to simply celebrate. I saw that young blood jump on top of hoardings, those energy filled eyes shouting at the top of their voice, those bodies didn't want any shirts for they were sweating like anything and every drop of sweat they felt was for their motherland and no stitched piece of cotton could be allowed to soak it. I saw unknown men riding behind that steering wheel ask even more unknown men to come and dance on top of their car, these men never thought even for a second whether the one dancing in front of his car spoke which language, they never saw the color of their skin or their religion, these men didn't have time for all that. All they wanted was an outlet to release and realize their love for their country and all that mattered was..... nothing. Every single man, and every single woman felt that surge in their blood to jump with a beat somewhere in the crowd and simply dance to their own tunes just to feel the energy, the happiness, the joy that their country had beaten the hell out of opponents on a cricket field and brought glory to all their hearts. In the middle of all those beats, I realized how Indian I was, how Indian I am.

I realized that these were all Indians who found peace in every little thing in their lives. Indians who will remain silent for almost eternity till the day comes when they realize, relish and release their nationalism and let that Indian come out on the roads to revolutionize this corrupt and sucking system. That day i am sure the same young blood which danced on hoardings will break down those party offices of pseudo secular politics, they would forget all race, religion, caste and every unknown man will join hands with every other unknown man and the whole of India would erupt, ride on unknown cars, and with a beat somewhere in the crowd bring down the entire system. That day I know it wont matter what that powerless old man with a blue turban says, it wont matter if any leaks bring out any stupid past news, it wont matter if any stupid boom boom says we don't have large hearts.

That day every single man and every single woman will feel that very same surge in their blood, beat the hell out of those who've corrupted the system and bring glory to their motherland. On that day we'll become true champions of the world coz all that matters would be....nothing.