The pandemic has laid bare the plight of hundreds of domestic cricketers in India who've had to fend for themselves ©Getty
"Our greatest glory is not in ever falling but in rising every time we fall!" - Batman.
As the pandemic rages on and the whole world tries to dig deep and exhibit resolve in surviving and overcoming this deadly virus, I have been taking solace in comics. You can call it my coping mechanism. But there's nothing in the world that can provide enough solace when you're dealing with a personal loss. There's no easy way to cope with that.
My grandfather lost his battle with Covid-19 recently. He was 95. A stickler for discipline, he enjoyed his morning walks at the beach and practiced pranayama every day for 75 years. He had zero comorbidities, yet he passed away after fighting for almost 15 days in the hospital. My cousins and I pulled together to settle the hospital expenses which came close to INR. 12 lakhs.
It got me thinking. For, if not for my venture into broadcasting over the past couple of years I would have struggled to contribute in making my thatha's life slightly more comfortable at the very end. Of course, I am one of the lucky cricketers to be employed by a leading corporate in Chennai. And that puts me in a privileged position. But I wonder, does it really?
The last 10 days or so have laid bare the plight of hundreds of domestic cricketers around India who've had to fend for themselves in the wake of their