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How Wankhede treated Indian Cricket team!

Border Gavaskar Trophy is underway. Ash anna recently retired and I can't consider myself lucky enough to see the 4 seniors play for the last time together. Getting to watch them at the iconic Wankhede stadium was nothing short of a dream. It was the third Test, Day 3, of the India vs. New Zealand series. The visitors were bowled out early, leaving India a modest target of 140+ runs. On paper, it seemed like a cakewalk. But, with an out-of-form top order and the ghost of Ajaz Patel's spin heroics, nothing was guaranteed. Ignoring all advices of skipping the match, I finally got my hands on tickets (in black of course). My faith in Wankhede's electric crowd promised this would be worth every penny. By the time I had reached the entry gates, there were atleast a thousand crazy fans waiting to enter on a Sunday morning. Young kids and teens talking in Bambaiya slangs in blue and white jerseys queuing up to see a team that is already down 2 matches and no guarantee of a win. As the chants of “India! India!” got louder, it was clear I wasn’t alone in the madness. While I was still in the queue, suddenly, the crowd inside went quiet. A wicket had fallen. Moments later, the roar of the crowd returned as Virat Kohli walked out to bat. The excitement was short-lived though, as Kohli was run out soon after. India was 3 wickets down in no time. I feared the crowd might turn against the team looking at their passion. But, I was horribly wrong in questioning the unwavering passion of Mumbaikar’s for cricket. As wickets fell, tension was palpable. But this crowd was something else. No jeers, no anger, just unwavering faith. As Pant began his innings, crowd rallied behind him with chants of his name. Every run was applauded. As Pant completed half century, crowd went berserk, as if we had won the game. It didn’t matter that India was still on the back foot. It was a moment to cherish. As game progressed, chants of Ganpati Bappa Morya accompanied with Dhols kept getting louder. Now every dot ball was getting appreciated(Quite a downall)! Despite the setbacks, crowd kept the energy high with Mexican waves and synchronised rendition of Vande Mataram. Pure Goosebumps!! Between all the fervor, Wankhede showed true sportsmanship by appreciating every effort of opponents. Be it a failed catch attempt, or a good fielding effort, all got applause. I vividly remember how crowd appreciated Glen Philips standing on the boundary line for his bowling. After the game finished, crowd didn't waste a minute to wait, expressing their disappointment. The only 2 NZ fans in the stands teased us, 'We can't hear you anymore'. Mumbai fans instead gave back ,'You will hear us at the Lords'. That camaradiere and support was so refreshing to see. Rare to see these days. Wankhede that day wasn’t just a stadium; it was a living, breathing celebration of cricket. The fans showed the world how to love the game, support their team, and respect their opponents—all with civility and unmatched passion. No matter which team won, test cricket definitely did!

This spider can be your guru, as per the Upanishads. 🕷️

As this is a professional platform, I will wrap my thoughts and try to put words in alignment. There has been a churning of thoughts and cries of helplessness in the corporate world due to toxic work culture over the last 3-5 years. Recently, I visited an eye hospital for my cousin, and the experience there left me at a loss for words. I extend my great appreciation to the entire team at Cure Sight Laser Center, Ahmedabad, especially to Dr. Parimal Desai, his team member Falguni Pandya, the front desk team, doctors special mention to Dr Pratiksha and the administrative official Ms. Mamta the warrior queen. 🙌 I gained some inspirational insights that I would like to share with all leaders. Toxic work culture does not start at the middle level; it begins with top stakeholders and CEOs who push down their greedy approach, draining the common, honest, and dedicated person—much like colonizers did. Your efforts may not always be appreciated, but look at what the spider did. The spider used up all its energy and web fluid. It's time to rest and have patience. With time, more fluids will be generated, enabling it to escape. So relax, just like this spider. Give time to yourself and enjoy, especially when you feel you’ve lost control over things. Then, start the journey again and free yourself. 🔥🦋 Don’t get pushed around; don't be a rabbit in a world of wolves and hyenas. Stop the normalized sweet talk in corporate environments out of fear of offending someone. Be a lion or lioness. Be honest, humble, good-hearted, and give your full dedication, but don’t tolerate abuse or disrespect. The more you allow it, the deeper you will become trapped in this jungle of darkness, so make your roar heard. Because no job or salary is worth sacrificing your time, energy, and mental health. Start speaking the truth, build 2-3 strong skills, and communicate respectfully yet fearlessly. This will boost your confidence and kick fear out of your mind. Work with great determination and dedication, and live life as a fearless warrior. 💪 If you do this, even if you are a fresh employee, in 2-3 years, you will evolve into a great leader, and you will find immense joy in creating great leaders. 🔥 For anyone who has read this entire message, it's time to start working on yourself. Spread this message in your own words or ways after reflecting on it, and keep climbing the doors to wisdom. Jai Ambe! 🔥

Poem 6 | Break the box

Break the Box Why live in a world built on rules we don’t need, Where power and profit dictate every creed? They tell us to follow, to sit down, obey, But why should we move in the paths they portray? Tear down the walls of this outdated game, Where justice is twisted, and freedom’s a name. Why chase their success, their idea of gold, When our spirits are wild, untamed, and bold? Radicals? No, we're just breaking the lie— That we're meant to comply and not question why. Change isn't a whisper, it’s a roar in the night, So rise up and blaze; let’s rewrite what’s right.