Proud Pakistani, again.

With all that has gone wrong with our cricket in the past year, the worst has continued to engulf the land of Quaid-e-Azam in general. But there is something that has brought some relief to the agony instilled by the politicians and the hypocricy of democracy in the 3rd world country called Pakistan. It is the win over South Africa.

I have not followed cricket for a while and gave up playing a few years ago. This was primarily because the team I supported was an inspiration to watch and play but their regular loss was a heartbreak which was just too much to bear. The issue has never been with the loss itself but with the attitude. A fighter's dream is to fight not to win or lose, but when a sport becomes a game it becomes an excuse to go down without a fight, a shame to lose. In spite of my un-heroic act of not supporting the sport I have however, always wanted the team to win. I did not contribute heartily by following every game, remembering all records, or being just a fan who sits in the corner with eyes closed whispering a silent prayer when Afridi raises his bat or when Akmal slacks behind the stumps but I have always managed to somehow keep it and see it green beyond everything else.

I am one of those common people in Pakistan who take it to the streets, opposing politicians when they sell our resources to a world that does not care or dancing without reservations when Pakistan wins the honor. I realize once again that no matter how cruel the world order, I was, I am and I always will be a proud Pakistani.