Very often in life, i think that cricket is something i shouldn't have let go in the way i did. More so with these super-slow motion cameras. At a thousand frames a second, they make a cover drive look like chocolate syrup pouring on strawberry. I recently caught myself jumping on the sofa going Look At That Man when they showed Laxman playing an on drive through mid-wicket in super slow mo. It's something else, it's something else. And then i sit and get sucked into a world. Of how the 96 world cup would look different if there were these cameras on a certain gentleman called Jonathan Rhodes. Or a Warne feeling the seam of the leather ball on the tip of his fingers during his walk-up ( you Can't call that a run-up, can you?) before a delivery. Or, haha, Courtney Walsh trying not to break into laughter and then finally not being able to control himself and bursting out uncontrollably when he sees the electric blue colour on Funky Miller's head while taking guard first thing in the morning.

Okayokay, stopme stopme. I can see this turning into an old-friends-and-alcohol-talk. 

But then again, a Brian Lara backlift and pull shot, in super slow mo. There aren't too many things more breathtaking to watch in life.