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The Little Master

Updated on October 22, 2017

Who is he?

If there is one face that all Indians recognize - regardless of which generation they come from, it is that of Sachin Tendulkar.

Being identifiable by over a billion people across the world, is a distinction very few individuals have achieved. His exploits on the cricket field have inspired countless youngsters, warmed the hearts of the middle-aged, and brought a smile of satisfaction on the lips of the greying.

On the occasion of his crossing the unprecedented 30,000-run mark in international cricket, it has also stimulated me to compose an ode to him!

March 16, 2012 marks a mind-boggling milestone in the history of the game of cricket. Sachin Tendulkar scores his 100th century in international cricket. It is an unparalleled achievement.

An ode to the little master

Activities of living abound;

Their range and reach will astound

The mind, if it attempts to comprehend;

Towards disbelief, it would surely tend.

Some appear urbane; some seem rude;

Depending on a being's nature and mood.

However, all occupations will reflect

Life's complexity in every respect.

In every activity of his on the cricket field,

A particular aspect of life is revealed.

Tolerance, contentedness, or being at ease;

Aggression and belligerence at the crease.

Agility and concentration when fielding a ball;

To contain a batsman, he would give his all.

Full of guile and astuteness, when he is to bowl.

His stratagems have taken many a toll.

Take the game of cricket as an exemplar,

Of which Sachin is a player beyond par.

His dedication, one cannot but appreciate;

Which others would do well to emulate.

For two decades, he has carried upon him

The hopes of a nation - a task onerous and grim.

For some, the comparison may seem odd,

But to Indian cricket lovers, he is God.

With the caliber of deliveries to suitably spar;

He has all appropriate shots in his repertoire.

Facing a full-length ball, in line with a stump;

For a defensive stance, he would generally plump.

Front foot stretched, bat and pad in line

With the pitch of the ball, both he would align.

Caution the watchword; prudence the maxim;

Patience the exercise, for instincts to trim.

At a short-length delivery, wide on the off,

His bat would sneer and disdainfully scoff.

A little backward step, his front foot would take.

His torso too following swiftly in its wake.

The willow would describe a conical swipe.

Bat would smack the ball; the bowler would gripe.

For the adoring viewers, it would be a lesson

In grabbing opportunities - beyond comparison.

A similar delivery bowled on the leg;

To be hit behind, it would seem to beg.

On one leg - the back, the batsman would pirouette;

The bat facing down a little, but held firm and true.

Yet another blow and the ball would have sped;

Outpacing the fielders, to the bowler's dread.

Connoisseurs would declare that this stance

Is nothing short of an exquisite step of dance.

A Break



The ode continues . . .

Often a naive opponent, intending to intimidate;

Sporting glowering eyes, and teeth that grate;

Propels down a speeding short-length ball;

Rising shoulder-high to the little man standing tall.

Peremptorily is it hooked over the ropes;

Overwhelming the disheartened bowler's hopes.

Defy bullying; the master would seem to say;

He only smiles, his willow talks all the way.

It isn't that bowlers are there always to be hit.

Often, the game meanders according to their writ.

The master offers block after disciplined block;

Maintaining constant vigil to prolong his knock.

Bat held plumb, legs together, and head bowed

To continue resolutely on his mission avowed.

In the statesman's trail that he has always trod;

He'd salute good bowling with a humble nod.

If the prospects of the team suddenly sour;

Tossing caution to the winds is the need of the hour.

The master would seamlessly change gears;

An avatar that the opposition terribly fears.

Strokes of every genre materialize in a flurry;

Even Time feels left behind and has to hurry.

Resurrecting a team, when it is stranded,

Is a task he can achieve single-handed.

Times, when he has been out for a first-ball duck;

Serenely he would walk, bat under his arm, tuck.

That sometimes, even gods need a bit of luck,

Is what ardent fans would indulgently cluck.

The little master, in his unperturbed calmness,

Who believes that a player should never transgress

Rules of the game, a paradigm he has constantly set,

Despite umpiring decisions having been incorrect.

Donning the role of peripheral warden,

Or assigned to guard the slip cordon;

The master acquits himself equally well,

Though skills, in different realms, they dwell.

While one requires excellent athletic mobility,

The other demands quick reflexes and agility.

Watching him on the field is a visual treat;

There isn't a cricketer who is more complete.

Talent and achievement is not every one's lot;

Bestowed on a selected few by destiny's plot.

The exclusive privilege of the not so fortunate

Is to eulogize those whom they highly rate.

An ideal relationship it is, a bond unique;

The glory of their champion is all that they seek.

Their icon's accomplishments are theirs too;

At every possible occasion, to be retold anew.

Three cheers for the little master!

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      In spite of his riches, he seems humble and he is an icon in Indian cricket.

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      thesuccess2 6 years ago

      we were all so relieved when he got his 100th 100

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Excellent Lens ! Best Wishes :)

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      sukkran trichy 6 years ago from Trichy/Tamil Nadu

      he is a gem. a lovely tribute to our fav 'little master'. ~blessed~

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Good job!

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Good one Ram...Really Nice. Hope Sachin gets to read this.

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      A tribute to the" little master," your ode says it all

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      suresh-srinivasan 6 years ago

      A truly exceptional tribute to a master who has enthralled all cricket lovers esp Indians !! Very well written and brilliant eulogy!

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      klaird 6 years ago

      What a great tribute! Well done!

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      Wonderful ode that befits the masterblaster! Wish more power to your pen!

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      Louis Wery 8 years ago from Sarasota, Florida USA

      Delightful ode to a magnificent player!

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      anonymous 8 years ago

      what an ode!

      this is just beyond words.

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      anonymous 8 years ago

      Very creative lens on Sachin. This has been a pleasure to visit here.

      You must have had a great day when you published this lens.

      Blessed by a Squid Angel!


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      Susanna Duffy 8 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      A great looking lens on a cricketing legend. Sachin is well known in Australia (naturally). His century, years ago at the WACA, is still hailed as one of the best innings we have ever seen played! Blessed, and featured, by a Christmas Angel (

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      sciencefictionn 8 years ago

      Excellent lens, like the others of yours. I liked all of it. The end is sublime; your pictures follow harmoniously the rhythm of the ode. 5 stars!

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      anonymous 8 years ago

      Though I am not a cricket fan - at least of late, the fact that Sachin has been playing for India for 2 decades and is still going great is a worthy accomplishment.

      Great tribute to the 'Little Master'. Keep it up! And wonderful illustrations too!!

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      anonymous 8 years ago

      The ode is superb. Hats of to you.

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      Laniann 8 years ago

      Beautifully written ode to the Little Master and nicely illustrated.

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      Mihaela Vrban 8 years ago from Croatia

      Wow! Love the ways you used pics and colors here! Your lens is perfect example for this: (if you want, you can add it to 2nd plexo called: Lenses Made by Non-Fresh Squids and help others get their creativity flowing!)