Shashi on Sunday
I was reading Times of India this Sunday, and I came across this article by Shashi Tharoor
It was an interesting reading.
The most important point stressed is the attitude...
This is the India that did a deal with the Kandahar hijackers rather than the India that threw out the intruders of Kargil.
Some of the key things...
Sreesanth’s extraordinary hit over Nel’s head for six — in reaction to the South African paceman’s attempt to intimidate him — encapsulated, I argued then, all that is different about the new India: courage, assertiveness, a refusal to be cowed, a willingness to take risks and ultimately the confidence to stand up to the best that the outside world can flung at us
What Sreesanth demonstrated in Johannesburg was an attitude that has transformed the younger generation into a breed apart from its parents’. It is the attitude of an India that can hold its nerve and flex its sinews, an India whose self-confidence is rooted in the sober certitude of self-knowledge, an India that says to the future, “come on; I am not afraid of you.”
Dravid demonstrated, haplessly, that the dead hand of the older India still clings on — an India that is afraid to take risks for fear of failure, an India without the courage of self-belief, an India that is all too willing to settle for 1-0 than go for 2-0.
It was an interesting reading.
The most important point stressed is the attitude...
This is the India that did a deal with the Kandahar hijackers rather than the India that threw out the intruders of Kargil.
Some of the key things...
Sreesanth’s extraordinary hit over Nel’s head for six — in reaction to the South African paceman’s attempt to intimidate him — encapsulated, I argued then, all that is different about the new India: courage, assertiveness, a refusal to be cowed, a willingness to take risks and ultimately the confidence to stand up to the best that the outside world can flung at us
What Sreesanth demonstrated in Johannesburg was an attitude that has transformed the younger generation into a breed apart from its parents’. It is the attitude of an India that can hold its nerve and flex its sinews, an India whose self-confidence is rooted in the sober certitude of self-knowledge, an India that says to the future, “come on; I am not afraid of you.”
Dravid demonstrated, haplessly, that the dead hand of the older India still clings on — an India that is afraid to take risks for fear of failure, an India without the courage of self-belief, an India that is all too willing to settle for 1-0 than go for 2-0.
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