#worldcup2023

throwback to 2023, I was trying to learn a new font from some instagram page (I want to learn again but I don't remember the id, pls help😞).

so I was trying to find content for practice and what better than writing the squads of the approaching cricket world cup 2023. naturally the first squad I wrote was of India's and the second was Australia's. I was supposed to write for all the 10 teams but I forgot to do so after these 2 and

*drumrolls please*

guess who played the Finals - yes India and Australia🙇🏻‍♀️

I realised this last year while going through my notebook🫠 attaching the pictures here

cue music- khada hu aaj bhi vahi

19th november broke my heart 💔

edit- this is my 500th post, wohooo💃🏻💃🏻

But still kal ki haar kisi ek ki ya sirf un 11 logon ki ya sirf ICT ke fans ki nahi hai balki pure desh ki thi. The way the whole team was trying to hide their tears in the ground broke everyone. And no matter how much we try to remember those amazing 10 matches but this one match will always come along like a thorn with the rose.

Sabse zayda dukh India ke harne ka bhi nhi hai balki is insaan ka trophy na utha pana hai. The way he wanted to win the world cup was clearly seen in his performance, in his interviews and mostly in his eyes. He wanted to lift the trophy so badly.

It was just one bad day 💙

I was not there in 2003. My parents were.

Today as we switched on the TV to see a stadium filled with blue, I noticed the small smile on their faces. I will never understand that feeling of loss from 2003 but I do understand 2023.

World Cup is not about those 6 hours in that 22 yard pitch with 22 men fighting over a title. It never was. It's always about those hundreds of people supporting them. From coaches, physicians to that miniscule person finishing the seams of the ball. It's about those screams, whichever team it may be. It's about the adrenaline of the crowd, the smell of sweat in the air and the glimmer of hope in their eyes. It's about the sheer happiness. For once people forget about the problems to see some boys play with a bat and a ball and escape the real world.

I don't know about australia. I haven't been there nor have seen their reaction to this World Cup final. I can only presume it's not much different from those sights in Ahmedabad. But I do know my people. It unites them and there's nothing that makes me more happy than to see everyone on the same side.

Today the Indian team will not play for a title for which they have waited 12 years. They will play for that rickshaw driver saving up his whole weeks earnings to buy a good meal on the day of the finals. For that person standing outside a retail shop because they don't have TV at home. For that associate who has taken a leave even after the HR did not grant it. For that student who has looked up from their books towards the TV which had not been switched on for months.

And I think they know that. And I think they also know that even if they lost, they will have succeeded in providing a 6 hr escape to a country of millions. And I think it's wonderful.