Sleeping through the static

South Africa has been, for a glaring majority of its return to international cricket in 1992, a team that has hovered below Australia ’s greatness but choked when it really mattered. Much of what it has achieved turned into a climate of commingled grief and exaltation. For beneath the seeming sculptured wins of Dhaka , Melbourne , and Nairobi , and home wins against every other side barring Australia , there remained a disconcerting substratum of vulnerability when it mattered most. A fine run in the 1996 World Cup ended in a dismal middle-order collapse against the innocuous spin of Roger Harper and Jimmy Adams in the quarterfinals; a 1-0 lead over Australia in the Carlton & United Series of 1997/98 ended in a 2-1 defeat; against Sri Lanka in the final of the Singer Triangular, the middle order collapsed to Muttiah Muralitharan; and in the first semi-final of the 2002-03 ICC Champions Trophy against India – ironically, the epitome of the word choker - South Africa were 192

Greetings one and all -- whether you've been directed to this blog or just happened to stumble upon it! This is not an attempt at creativity or merely a way to advertise myself or my ideas. This is simply a place to unwind over a cup of coffee and a cigarette and to discuss/share/debate anything on your mind. So please, drop a word, line or whole essay if you feel the need. Friends from Woodstock and Wooster, I would love to chat about stuff in the ways we used to. A bit about myself, for you wayfairers passing by: Born and raised in India - in Bombay, the most happening city in the country, and Mussoorie, a lush hill station nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas - I studied at Woodstock International School (in Mussoorie), the American School of Bombay (ASB) and Franklin Marshall Elementary in Harrisburg, PA, in the United States. After graduating from Woodstock in '99, I took a semester off and worked at ASB before heading off to the College of Wooster in Ohio. I gra