Veni, Vidi, Vici, (I came, I saw, I conquered)! wrote Julis Ceaser. After his quick victory at the battle of Zera.
Virat Kohli did that! He came, He saw, He conquered; He need not know who the opposition is. It does not matter whether he is in the blue or the whites. Dusty Guwahati or the windy Lord's. West Indies or England or Srilanka or even China. He will conquer and will walk on! For the next conquest.
For Virat Kohli is a beast! A beast bent on winning over everything that comes in his way. And the greatest enemy that man has ever faced, the mind, is also conquered. And the mind, the fickle mind, which wins over every man at some point in life crawls in front of this conqueror.
The opposition is Windies. Not the famous West Indians of the yesteryears. This team is just a pale shadow of the former self. Virat could just blow them away. The fickle mind said, "Easy peasy" when he took guard. He taps the pitch with his marauding sword, the bat. Then with watchful eyes, saw the ball on to the keeper's gloves. Then left another. And then slowly took a single. There is a method to playing ODI cricket. And Virat is a master at that. He will play by his method. Nothing else will change him. Even if his mind tells him to go easy and play a lofted drive against a weak opposition he won't. For he is the master and the mind does what its master tells it to do.
He was 18 when his father died. Virat was batting on 40 overnight against Karnataka in a Ranji Trophy game. Kohli went to bat that day. Scored a 90. Saved the match for Delhi and came back to do the final rites. What went through that young mind that day I don't know, for my mind was numb for months on when I went through a similar crisis. But this is Virat. He told his mind to bat. And he batted. Plain and simple.
When he was 23 he saw his face in the mirror. He did not like what he saw. The chubby cheeks embarrassed him. "I cannot be an international athlete and be this", he told himself. Five years later he is the fittest cricketer around. Yes, there would surely have been days when his mind would have told him not to get up from the bed. oh yes, there definitely were days when his body was aching and his mind said, 'quit, 'not today'. But this is Virat. And his mind obeys him. Not the other way round.
Virat will come out to bat. He will score another century. And another and another. Till his body will give way because he has conquered man's greatest conqueror. The mind!
Virat Kohli did that! He came, He saw, He conquered; He need not know who the opposition is. It does not matter whether he is in the blue or the whites. Dusty Guwahati or the windy Lord's. West Indies or England or Srilanka or even China. He will conquer and will walk on! For the next conquest.
For Virat Kohli is a beast! A beast bent on winning over everything that comes in his way. And the greatest enemy that man has ever faced, the mind, is also conquered. And the mind, the fickle mind, which wins over every man at some point in life crawls in front of this conqueror.
The opposition is Windies. Not the famous West Indians of the yesteryears. This team is just a pale shadow of the former self. Virat could just blow them away. The fickle mind said, "Easy peasy" when he took guard. He taps the pitch with his marauding sword, the bat. Then with watchful eyes, saw the ball on to the keeper's gloves. Then left another. And then slowly took a single. There is a method to playing ODI cricket. And Virat is a master at that. He will play by his method. Nothing else will change him. Even if his mind tells him to go easy and play a lofted drive against a weak opposition he won't. For he is the master and the mind does what its master tells it to do.
He was 18 when his father died. Virat was batting on 40 overnight against Karnataka in a Ranji Trophy game. Kohli went to bat that day. Scored a 90. Saved the match for Delhi and came back to do the final rites. What went through that young mind that day I don't know, for my mind was numb for months on when I went through a similar crisis. But this is Virat. He told his mind to bat. And he batted. Plain and simple.
When he was 23 he saw his face in the mirror. He did not like what he saw. The chubby cheeks embarrassed him. "I cannot be an international athlete and be this", he told himself. Five years later he is the fittest cricketer around. Yes, there would surely have been days when his mind would have told him not to get up from the bed. oh yes, there definitely were days when his body was aching and his mind said, 'quit, 'not today'. But this is Virat. And his mind obeys him. Not the other way round.
Virat will come out to bat. He will score another century. And another and another. Till his body will give way because he has conquered man's greatest conqueror. The mind!
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