The Winning Way, indeed.
When you grow up, you have heroes, and then you have reference points. You revere your heroes, you worship them; you wish you were them. But reference points, they are different. They command a different kind of respect. They act like goalposts, they are not aspirational dreams but more of attainable destinations. Sachin Tendulkar was always a hero to me, but I never felt like I could be him. On the other hand, whenever I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew old, I would always say, "Harsha Bhogle". There was something about this gentle, bespectacled man that made me want to be him. I still remember my 9-year old self listening to him with ever-growing awe, trying to be his co-commentator when he was the lead presenter for cricket matches, and muting the television and partaking in a full-blown commentary session by myself when his stint was done. As is the wont of childhood hopes, they evolve. I took up computer engineering, and started talking to myself for entir