What is this horrible fixation with “Tendulkar of the past“?
Everyone seems to want to talk about it. Everyone seems to want to write about it. Every innings of his is compared to that benchmark. Why?
Tendulkar is in the present. He is around today. He, like all of us, is an alive, breathing, living man. He is today what he is today. He is mortal. We aren’t today what we were in the past. He too is not. He is comfortable with it. Leave him be. Why do we not want to enjoy and celebrate what he is today? Why do we yearn for the Tendulkar of the past?
If we do desperately want to see Tendulkar of the past, buy a few DVDs and a DVD-player, for heavens’ sake!