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A Tribute To God

In 1989, when a 16 years old boy entered the cricket ground noone knew he would create wonders and set such a high benchmark which figures alone can't define.

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, the living legend and the greatest batsman of cricket has an incredible journey,  an unending trip which every aspiring cricketer dreams to go on. The statistics of his career are astonishing. He has scored an avalanche of scores,  thousands of thousands of them in every form of game. He has always retained his urge to score and zeal to play.

Sachin has been a source of inspiration for several sports person and teams across the world.  His batting skill is a sophistication which defiles generalization.  He is the first player to score one hundred international centuries,  the first player to score a double century in one day international.

Watching him play on the ground is a visual treat.  He can be a destroyer or a preserver. Two decades into his career has zillions of jaw dropping moments which feels like a trance like state.

Sachin hasn't only scored centuries in cricket but also in his personal life as well. The fame and adoration hasn't affected his unassuming and unpretentious personality.  He never endorsed products like alcohol and tobacco throughout his career.  He always endored those products which have been beneficial for the people and also were in public interest.  He has also taken up the responsibility to educate 200 children, who are a part of 'Anapalya'.

This 40 years old former Indian captain profiled as the "God of cricket " and the "World's best cricketer " has announced his retirement from cricket with two matches against West Indies, which will make 200 tests for his career.

Its time to bid farewell to "master blaster". Though he will not play anymore yet he will be an untamed ruler of cricket world. He will always rule the heart of Indians.  Sachin we'll miss you!!! Salute!!!

KaNyA

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