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The captain

He waited for almost 2 hours. The Captain was about to come. He was about to be given a hero's welcome in his home town, a not so big city. And why not ? After all he had won the world championship after beating arch rivals in a nail-biting final, when people had almost written them off at the beginning of the tournament. They were now the world champions in that format of game. This was a shorter version of the game.

But things were never the same. He was among many people who burnt the captain's effigy few months ago. They were protesting against him. They even tried to attack his house and car. Reason - Extremely poor performance in the World cup tournament., which was another version of the same game. The captain was then just an ordinary player, who performed miserably in the tournament. Back then, he was even referred by someone as a disgrace to the team by few people. But now it was a different situation.

The noise was becoming louder by each passing moment. The captain came and went. He got a glimpse of him from a distance. He was more than happy. His thoughts went to few months ago when he was among the protesters demanding his sacking few months ago. Yeah, the public is very fickle. They make celebrities and love to see them fall. But who cares. No one gives even a damn ! He went away to his small time shop and continued his work, much of which had been accumulated in few hours when he had gone for the 'darshan'.

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  1. So true. They build her temple and then burn it down when she states the obvious... Thats what the people do... They build u up for whatever reason, but dont hesitate one bit about bringing them down!!!

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