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Nothing flies higher than your national flag in a foreign land. You could be orbiting the moon or going past Pluto, if you may, but you would still be a tad lower than your nation’s flag kissing the cool breeze of an alien land.

And when it is our tri-colour being held high somewhere far away from our shores, I just can’t hold back my tears.

See we are a poor country of billions battling for a respectable existence. Here, even earning your daily bread is a matter of challenge and a sizeable section of the population barely eke a living out of the struggle and drudgery of mediocrity. Survival, and survival alone, is our biggest engagement.

Our kids don’t get to go to costly cricket coaching schools that offer the pinpoint precision of technology or the luxury of modern physiological treatment to injuries. The vast majority of our boys don’t even get to see a bowling machine till they would have made it to State-level tourneys.

All they have is a love for their religion – Cricket. And an overriding sense of belongingness to the tri-colour.

Thanks Harbhajan. You made sure our pride was our aplomb in WACA. It doesn’t matter who got the last wicket, who was bowled or trapped leg before. At that moment I didn’t care if it swung in to the right hander or simply yorked through. Am sure even you couldn’t care less.

To us (the billions of hard working Indians across the globe) it was that Flag in your hand that mattered the most. That was our moment of glory, our success and our joy.

God bless you. And when you guys have had enough fun, just fold that cute thing in four and keep it in your luggage. You may need it pretty soon again.