Oh Nirbhaya..We haven't moved a bit.

There are still stories around, candle marches, twitter salutes, facebook sharings, TV debates, and headlines like always, raising a voice for the pain a rape victim go through. One year has been passed since a crime of such heinous nature was committed with such brutality that it dragged out every one’s heart. One year has been passed today and we are still spreading the news of agony and trauma rape victims had always went through and still going through. One year has been passed and we are still crying for police reforms, new laws or judicial reforms. One year has been passed and we are still haphazardly hearing announcements such as Nirbhaya fund, women bank, workplace safety, night shift safety and broadening the definition of rape. One year has been passed and we are still talking about women safety hypothetically.

All can feel that a part of their being human is brutally murdered whenever a rape happens in the society. All have their eyes moist when they read about another daughter, sister, friend or mother being raped somewhere. But we are yet to witness intelligent minds going beyond the routine outcry of safety for women and advocating for a holistic approach to deal with this tragedy of modern day’s humanity.

First we need to actually realize that how grave this pest had gone down the veins of our society framework. A stat shows that around 240 rapes reported in Mumbai alone in first eight months of this year taking the average of one rape a day and that too the reported one. 3-5 rape news can be easily read about in every regional newspaper every day. As per data around 24000 cases were reported last year that comes to 65 rape cases a day and one rape every 22 minutes. And please keep in mind that these are only reported number where a news had been succeeded to come out or an FIR had been registered. As per another stats more that 50 % of total rapes happens at home by a closed relative and that too leaving aside assaults and rapes girls face while growing up in the locality. If one will ask a girl about being assaulted in childhood from known one, we will come to know the horrible face of our own self.

If something has gone that wrong, we can’t escape our responsibility of being culprits too being part of that society. If we are unaware of what our loved ones could have gone through as well is just like keeping our eyes closed to a grave tragedy.

What are we fighting for to deal with it? Safety? Is it possible to provide security to all females in the country of such large population? If they aren’t safe even at homes, will we keep a security personnel in every home? Security could be provided up to certain extant and that should be provided at any cost without any delay. More PCR vans and more policemen doing honest duties in night (obviously need to be motivated to do so as well) is surely a necessity of the time. But that too is an immediate action among many that must be taken to eradicate the disease from roots. We can also keep following the thought of Male mentality only the root-cause and let that disease harm mankind or understand that there are equal males if not more than females fighting that evil and they too share a same distress. We need to rise above typical mindset of male vs female and pinpointing the lifestyle or mentality of one and dig deep into different directions and possible ways where we can start the cure.

We need to deeply analyze psycho-socio-behavioral aspects of those who have been found guilty in the crime.  We also need to analyze vulnerability of victims in those cases. We need to see what had made those culprits go beyond their conscience to commit such crime. We have to see if the victim was a planned target or a vulnerable random prey. We need to see if that sexual desire to be satisfied was momentarily or a longer state of mind. We need to see what had lead to that uncontrollable urge or what other factors society, education, upbringing, behavioral, occupational par se had contributed in it. A detailed study of biological male behavior to environment around is too need to be conducted. As per research sexual arousal in the males is far more than being in females and they can get aroused even with a sensuous talk or sight of a female. On one side we need to look for the factors inner or outer which had made their arousal beyond the level of conscience and made them commit that crime. And on the other we also need to see what factors contribute in high conscience, will power and wisdom that control our actions to go beyond what harm the society as whole. Ironically, it is evident that sources which make us stronger in our will and conviction, which make our character stronger, which had held our conscience level high are slowly depleting from our society. And sources otherway around are ever increasing.

In extreme words, if walking naked on the road doesn’t give anyone a right to assault, feeling most comfortable without clothes doesn’t mean getting a right to walk naked on the roads. We have to raise our bar of thought process and look for positive and negatives within a larger range. We have to strike the odd from both ends. We can not escape from the reality by mere asking for security for females and terming the culprits insane for their crime. Whenever there is a dead end, we should start from basics.

We first need to protect our future youngsters. Things taught at childhood stays longer in mind. Children all across the sects need to be protected and developed with moral principles. Roots of our morality and principles need to be inculcated with the help of cultural, religious and traditional values. Cultural organizations, religious organizations, non-profit organizations and all the societies playing their part in social causes must come forward to inculcate these values in males since childhood. Books such as Panchtantra, of teachers and disciples, bedtime stories has been replaced by TV & internet where there is no watchdog. Role of parents to teach their sons how to respect woman as well as keeping an eye about what their child is learning has become extreme important. School level education which plays a far greater role in character building must be designed to develop them the way we wish to see our future and right to education must be implemented in such a way that no child in India could escape from schooling. Once character building is done at tender age an environment has to be created to further keep them busy in society with the help of employment opportunities and talent recognition while they grow into youngsters and then a man. This way only we could build a nation of real men. Only this could lead to growth story of our nation as well.

Talking about other end from where we need to strike, we first need to stop linking everything with a dent on our freedom or modernity and raise our bar of thoughts for the greater good of society. When a college or university issues a dress code for girls we start questioning without even knowing what kind of dress code has been ordered. Whether it deals with revealing clothes or advocate for descent clothes as like in majority of cases. Whereas, we never utter a word for the dress code of skirts in our schools which can easily be substituted with suits or trousers for the girls as per their comfort. Discomfort, embarrassment or shiver in the winters of north india, a lot of girls may have felt in skirts but it never become an issue because binocular in front of our eyes sees only in one direction. Where girls should always be careful while going somewhere alone with someone or in an isolated place or travelling in night that they are not exposing themselves to any kind of risk and they are never far from a phone call to a help, they should also be careful that in any way they are not indulging in something which may act as an arousal for a weak conscience person and some other weaker vulnerable girl fell to be a prey.

With two such forces in play, we need to create a fear of getting caught and executed too. And for that, filing of report must be easiest, investigation of genuineness of the report must be stronger and deeper and conviction and execution of the punishment must be within three months.

Discussion could be a lot more, but it must lead to ways to eradicate such a blot on mankind rather than just fulfilling a responsibility by keep telling the stories of horror. By thinking more and trying to analyze the root cause I have played my part. I may be wrong in a thing or two but at least it will lead to further thinking by more brains which in turn could lead to a complete eradication of Rapes from our society. I hope for that day to come soon.

SimplyArsh

Pride and Tragedy of being Aam Aadmi Party (AAP)

No one expected that they would come that far when they accepted a challenge from established political leaders full of arrogance and power to fight elections and that too from heart of India, Delhi. Everyone from political analysts to ever debating journalists kept them on sidelines till the time they could. Questions ranging from funds required to fight elections, issues and vision to run a government, ability to turn sentiments into votes to finding right candidates for seventy constituencies kept arising and they kept dealing with one by one in their own style of truth and honesty. They were Aam Aadmi Party or in simple worlds AAP.

If they became first to show details of all the funds received on their websites, they also became first to stop its followers for further donations. They were first to form different manifestos for all the constituencies in consultation with the people. Their campaigning on roads of delhi, on social media, or asking people from all India to call the people of delhi to vote for AAP was all a work of brilliant team work. While they were busy twenty four hours building their credibility in the heart of common man, politicians around were busy criticizing them wholeheartedly in their traditional Illogical way and ever debating TV journalists along with political analysts were trying their best not to give ears to that noise of change and showing it in true colors. Where AAP spokesperson kept replying every illogical statement of other parties’ spokespersons, their volunteers from across the country and abroad kept coming forward in their support.

On the day of final verdict, people of delhi gave a historic judgment and AAP emerged as second largest party winning 28 seats with BJP the largest one winning 32 seats leaving the ruling congress in single digit number of 8 seats. But what followed that historic and miraculous result left a sour taste what could have been the sweetest sight for democracy. First almost all applaud AAP’s efforts which resulted in a magic win and few who were doubtful of their successfully fighting of elections started their second round of doubts on their skills of running government now and after that started the actual politics.

But what was disheartening to see for those who were expecting a new start in Indian politics, was perhaps AAP’s slow fall into a trap made of their own ideological words and a start of showing traits of whom they were fighting against. Arrogant has started showing up. Logics behind arguments have started fading away. Criticism has changed its target from ideology to party. Too much idealism seems to diverting solutions away.

BJP refused to form a Govt as they were short of numbers and there wasn’t any feasibility to get support from either of Congress or AAP. But this time AAP gave an illogical statement asking BJP if they won’t form a Govt at center if they will be short of 272. There will be obvious options to get support from so many regional parties at center and who will engage in horsetrading or buy MLA’s as per AAP’s statement, when everyone is watching them in Delhi.

Then an unconditional support (A support to complete numbers and letting government execute their agendas) came for AAP from congress and again a statement from AAP that they will stick to their prepoll stand about all others being thieves and neither they will accept any support nor will lend theirs. On one side AAP had said they were ready to dissolve their party and will not fight elections if Congress pass their five major agendas including Jan Lokpal bill, right to reject and right to recall on other side if congress is giving full support they are refusing to form the government. Even if congress in future doesn’t support them in passing the said bills, AAP can easily dissolve assembly and in that case at the time of re-election who knows eight congress may go to AAP making them a party with full majority.

Then came support from BJP as well who will be sitting in opposition in case AAP form a government with congress, which is a bonus if we see an opposition giving a constructive support to a party which is going to govern.

But AAP came this time with eighteen conditions which includes bills they want to pass and other actions they want to take for the betterment of Delhi. If the party who is giving unconditional support or the one with constructive support oppose for the bills in the assembly,  they can dissolve the assembly and do a better campaign for majority in elections. For other agendas in the list of conditions, they do not need any support from the assembly, infact these are decision to be taken by CM or his cabinet.

Perhaps its long campaign of AAP projecting both BJP and Congress corrupt as a whole which is halting their further thought process. Originally they were against bad practices in the politics by both the major parties but now they are against parties itself even if they are bending themselves for the larger interest of the state. Even if it is not the real interest, it is avoiding elections for the time being and will show their true colors if they will not allow AAP to function or pass the bills in assembly. But neither congress look fool enough that after losing in four states they will cause any kind of hindrance in the process of good governance by AAP nor BJP look unaware of news hungry media or open eyed public that they will risk their national interest by causing any troubles to AAP. If it delhi comes to elections again because of non co-operation from either of congress or BJP, AAP will be an obvious gainer.

In the recent developments in the case of Jan Lokpal Bill where Anna Hazare is satisfied with Lokpall bill proposed by select committee but considered weak by AAP and as per AAP’s statement, once a teacher and mentor Anna Hazare seems to be misguided by opposition. Its strange to think a mentor who didn’t get convinced by his team members to be with them for their election efforts can be misguided by political parties he was fighting against.

BJP in its statement has highlighted a couple of clauses amended by congress in select committee’s recommendations and same AAP is crying about. But instead of coming along and getting that portion strong, they are refusing whole bill terming it as Jokepal.

Calling anything against ownself a conspiracy, terming all others bad and ownself clean, not coming along with oppositions even for the national interest are few traits of traditional Indian politics these days and AAP seems to follow the same footsteps now as they want re-elections in delhi and force common man to shift sides this time. But in the whole process, it is hope of Aam Aadmi that’s getting deluted once again. That common man still don’t know when the sun will rise.

SimplyArsh

The Fall of A Banyan Tree....

Twenty years ago that day changed my life in a big way. That was the first time I had felt what by now had been discovered being called loneliness. I was deep asleep when I heard some noise in my home at that unusual time.  I woke up as my mom shook me saying, “Wake up Arav, we are going to Daadu’s (Grand Pa) place.”, and hurried away.  This was unusual too. She had never woke me up that way. My morning had always began with motherly cuddles and my mischievous excuses to not to go to school.  By the time I could have opened my eyes properly and got hold of that unusual morning meet, I heard mom’s voice from other room, “Wake up Arav, Hurry up. Your Chachu (Uncle) will be here in few minutes to pick us up”, she said in hurry.  I rubbed my eyes and pulled myself out of the quilt. Shivers had already shaken me twice or thrice by the time I landed my feet on floor. I glanced on wall clock in curiosity about the time and my time reading abilities which I had learnt last month from Daadu when he stayed with us for few days after my birthday. Shorter hand approaching five meant it wasn’t five yet and multiplying the digit just passed by longer hand by five using a table of eight, I calculated the time as Four Forty AM. I had never seen this hour of the day in my conscious life before. January was about to end and winters were at its best to cause one freeze.

“Where is Dad?” I asked my mom as I walked slowly towards her.

“He has gone along with Daadu and Daadi (Grand Ma) to their place from Hospital.” She said hastily while she took me to washroom and splashed some water on my face from the bucket. 

She cleaned my face quickly, changed my clothes, combed my hairs and again got herself busy in packing the stuff she was packing earlier.

Things had not been in their usual manner since last one week. Since the day I had been told by mom that Daadu was not well and he had to stay at doctor’s place called Hospital till he gets well again. My Chachu, who was not married yet and lived with Daadu and Daadi at our village, was coming to pick me up from school since that day. My neighbor’s daughter who was in our school till last year and whom I didn’t like that much, was taking care of me and my homework . Her mother coming in between was making things further worse for me. Dad wasn’t coming home regularly too and I was told that he is taking care of Daadu at hospital along with Daadi.

I was still trying to collect things in my mind in that chilled early morning when my mom handed me a glass full of milk and I heard the car approaching our home. I never liked drinking milk but gulped the full glass down my throat in one go showing the first sign of maturity as mom ran towards the door. Chachu came in as mom opened the door and returned to me. He picked up the stuff mom was busy packing and we all came out. Mom locked the door while Chachu took the driver’s seat. I had always been obstinate for sitting in front since dad had brought our own Maruti home last year, but I don’t know why I behaved different again. But Mom took me in her lap and sat in front. I looked towards my home while Chachu took the U turn. He wasn’t his usual self too. He was always like loving, teasing and playing with me.  But this time he hadn’t even pulled my cheeks which he loved most and I hated most.

“How is papa now?  And why you have got him discharged from the hospital? He was recovering when I saw him last night, wasn’t he?” Mom said anxiously to Chachu breaking my thought process.

“Yes he was slightly, from the night before yesterday. But his condition started deteriorating again after about an hour you had left. In midnight nurse called the doctor and he gave him an injection again and said there is no hope.” Chachu said holding his tears. “He slept till three O’clock and then started asking us to take him back in Village. We tried a lot to make dad relax but he wasn’t ready to spend a minute more there. Bhaiyya (Brother) consulted with the doctor and nurse helped in making the discharge as soon as possible”. Chachu said wiping his wet eyes.

“Your bhaiyya called around 3.30 and just said they were leaving for the village and you would be coming to pick us up in an hour. I was so frightened since then.” Mom said and she was in tears too.

I was scared as I have never seen any of them in tears before. I didn’t know what exactly was happening but was quiet sure by now that something was wrong with Daadu.

No one spoke after that and I slowly turned my gaze away from mom and chachu towards the trees running behind, few stars to observe in the sky and moon hiding and coming out of the clouds.

 Our village wasn’t that far from the city. It was on the road to Derabassi from Chandigarh. It has been just two years since we had shifted in the city. All I knew was that dad will now teach in a very big college called University rather than in the school. But I didn’t like it that much as now students kept coming in big bunches in home too till the dinner. And that had started keeping dad busy. However every alternative weekend we were going to meet Daadu and Daadi and I used to wait for those weekends more than anything else.

Soon we turned towards the smaller way in between the fields leading towards our village and began my horror show as well. I never liked this phase of my Car’s journey as there were so many Ghosts always standing in between the fields staring me, which I came to know were scarecrows and were meant to scare crows not me, only an year or two later when I had been taught about it in school. I hid myself in mom’s arms and didn’t turn my face out again till we got a big jump, always holding a deep strength to welcome us right outside our village.

It wasn’t empty like city was at that time in the morning. People were on the streets wrapped up completely in shawls and chewing sticks I had seen in Daadi’s room near the window ledge and mom once had told me they are for cleaning teeth. I wondered how one can clean his teeth with a wooden stick. Infact I had tried once but couldn’t find the answer. As we moved towards our home the number of people kept increasing on the street and there were a number of people gathered and more coming outside our home. Chachu parked the Car outside near the big Banyan tree standing strong in front of our home. It was a very big Banyan tree, even bigger than the one was in our book last year. It hosted a lot of birds of different types to rest and live, squirrels to jump here and there, kids to play and Grand pa and his friends to hold their evening meetings.

People gave us the way as we hurried inside the home. There were more people inside. Although there were always people coming in our home and sitting for hours but today almost whole village was at our doorsteps. Our home in village was amongst a few bigger ones. It had a very big open space made of red bricks. In the middle of it, there was a very big plant around which we used to pray in morning, And a big verandah in front of it with six rooms around it, three on both the sides with a lobby in middle leading to back of the home. At back of the home we had equally bigger area with cows tying on one side and vegetables grown on the other.

There were familiar faces in verandah. We headed straightaway towards Daadu’sroom. Room was filled with Daadu’s and Daadi’s friends. Then I saw Dad sitting on the floor and Daadu lying on his lap. Dad was holding Daadu’s hand in his hand. I was still holding Mom’s finger. Mom went to Daadi and I went along with her holding her finger. Daadi was in sobs and others were too. I was scared.

“Why Daadu is lying on the ground mom?” I asked turning my mom’s face towards me, who was now inclined to Daadi.  Before she could reply me, I heard my name Arav and Daadi gave a slight pat on my shoulder and signaled me to go to Daadu. I saw him spreading his arms like he always had for me. I went to him and he put his arms around me. I was lying over him but this time his grip wasn’t that strong it used to be. Then he kissed me on my forehead and turned his face towards dad. He tried to say something, but his words weren’t coming out properly.

“Hasn’t ..Kishore…and Sunny….came yet?” He asked.

Sunny was my cousin brother. He lived in delhi with Badi Ma (Aunt) and Bade Pa (Uncle).

“I have already given a trunk call to veer jee and they will be here soon” dad said trying to make Grand Pa calm.

“Rano……..and Laddi” He asked about my chhoti Bua and badi Bua (Aunt).

“They are coming too” dad answered while running his hand on Daadu’s forehead.

“I…..want to….see you….all…..to..uh gether.” Daadu said trying to stretch his tongue.

“This….ye..ar. We wil get….Arun….married too.” Daadu said looking towards Chachu, who was holding Daadu’s feet in his lap and was rubbing them with his hands.

“Arav…..Arav…..Arav’s this year Birthday…I…I….will get him……Bicycle.” Daadu said and his hug became a bit tighter. I hugged him tightly too. After a few seconds his hold of me became loser and further loser.  I compensated it by my further tight hug. All ladies in that room who were sobbing earlier started howling loudly now. Dad and chachu was weeping too. Mom was holding Daadi and was weeping loudly. Somebody from so many people standing out there took me in his arms and came out of that room. By that time I had started crying too. I was trying my level best to get lose of that hold and go back to Daadu. All of sudden I started shouting loudly, “Let me go to Daadu. Let me go to Daadu”. I started slapping the person and he hugged me tightly. I realized he was my Mamu (Uncle)who loved me so much. “I want to go to Daadu. Let me go. Let me go mamu” I said crying loudly but bit unruffled this time. After few minutes my cries turned into sobs while mamu held me tight in his arms. Meanwhile they kept doing something with clothes and some other stuff in the room where Daadu was lying. People kept coming and howls grew further louder and louder. After an hour or so bua jee came and bade Pa came few hours later. A barber came and made all of males in the family bald including me. Meanwhile tears has stopped coming out of my eyes but it was like I was ingesting them down my throat now.

People brought a kind of wooden structure and placed it in the open area in front of verandah and covered with white sheets. Then they laid Daadu there. Daadu was fully covered with white sheet now. They performed some rituals, and then covered him with flowers. I kept watching standing numb. I don’t know what I was feeling at that moment but I was sure about one thing that something is going to be changed forever.

Then suddenly dad, chachu along with two other uncles picked Daadu up on their shoulders along with that wooden frame on which he was lying for his journey to live with God now. They walked out of the home and all others followed. Bade Pa was walking ahead holding a pot and Sunny bhaiyya was waving a hand-made fan like object to Daadu. All were chanting god’s name. Mamoo was holding my hand. Mom had held Daadi tightly and was howling loudly along with bua jee and badi ma while I look behind walking out of the home with all others. Almost whole village was following us when we turned left of the Banyan tree outside our home in the village square.  Usual life around that banyan tree was missing today. Those squirrels, ever chirping birds and kids around were too following us perhaps. Walking through fields for half an hour we reached on the banks of nearby river. All who had came along with us carried wooden sticks or slats and made a pyre of those woods. They laid Daadu on the pyre and covered him with more woods after performing some rituals. Then we walked in circular path around that pyre. Then bade Pa fired the pyre and we all stood there for some time.  Bade pa and Dad stood in line hands pressed together while all others walked back  to village. I stood there along with Chachu and Sunny bhaiyya watching fire flames reaching higher and higher in sky.

Now after so many years, I realize what I had watched for so long that day, which hadn’t known to me when I was actually there watching that fire burning it all. It was like that the big banyan tree has been set fired and it will engulf everything to burn down in ashes. It will burn my playmate, my playgame and my playground itself. It will burn my stories and my storyteller. It will burn my guard and my shelter. It will burn the single Authority of our home whom everyone else had followed without an argument. It will burn that Big banyan tree standing strong in middle of the village right outside our home with a full authority of command, giving shelter to all, guarding them all, giving grounds to all to grow, giving plots for stories to develop, giving a place for all to discuss what they were going through in their lives, making everyone learn from its experience of being large and solid, letting all kids fly like birds, play like, squirrels, run like lizards under its vast network of trunks, roots and branches and making all feel like that having Big banyan tree around us they are protected under shadows of its blessings.

For so many days after that day I kept a hope of him coming back like Amitabh Bachhan used to come back live again in every Friday movie after getting killed in previous one. Going to village now was never that excited as life was never same again. Daadu’s last words kept echoing in my ears for so many days that he will get me a bicycle on my next birthday and I still have that Bicycle dad got me same year. It makes me feel like he is still around taking care of me. That loneliness was later filled with competitive race of life.

That Banyan tree in front of our home in village is still there offering its unconditional love in all forms. But I can always just close my eyes and watch a li’l kid witnessing The Fall of A Banyan Tree.

Simply Arsh

The Historic Win....The Brownwash

Throwing his wicket away playing silly shots, Dhoni opened the great Tail of India in both the Innings of first Test against England, and that defeat in first match which could have resulted in atleast a draw otherwise, began a losing streak of eight tests in a row by India. And a fearless but sensible Double hundred by Dhoni pawed the way to historic 4-0 so called brownwash of Australia at home this time.

How appeasing it is to watch India playing in whites, only an Indian cricket fan can understand and how pleasant it is to watch them winning one can just imagine.

Experts will keep saying, it was a home advantage(Who don’t have), Tailormade wickets (Who don’t make wickets as per the strength of the teams), They were without Ponting and Hussey (we were without Dravid and Laxman, leave aside out of form Sehwag, Gambhir, Harbhajan or Injured Zaheer), It was an Inexperienced Aussie team( Except Sachin, MSD and Ishant all were Inexperienced in our side as well and it was more or less same team that defeated India four nil) and a bad wicket to play Test cricket at Delhi(MSD answered them well at Press conference), but We had witnessed a dramatic change in the way our team played from 22-Feb to 24-March.

It was clearly evidenced by Indian players that nobody was throwing away his wicket after getting a good start and was converting his 30’s to 50’s and then 50’s to 100’s, they were building 100 run partnerships, bowlers were bowling maiden overs and weren’t giving one or two lose balls in every over. Fielders were neither giving away free runs nor dropping any catches. They were confident in their body language and their approach. They were neither too attacking nor too defensive. More than they were fighting for their place in the squad, they were enjoying the good time on the ground along with each other. And all that was clearly missing in the three series we lost (0-4, 0-4, 1-2) and failed to perform as a team drastically.

After the masterstroke from the master himself in the first test, we saw Dravid and Laxman  playing in one man, Pujara. We saw Gavaskar and Srikanth playing in one man, M Vijay. We saw an inning imitating Bradman, Lara and Sobbers from Shikhar Dhawan. We saw MS Dhoni finally playing to his potential and matching his ideal Gilly. We saw Kohli maturing and learning from his every mistake. We saw Jadeja's accurate and consistent line and length and will wait for him to emerge as one of the best allrounders. We saw Ashwin rediscovering himself and we saw Bhuvi and Ishant waiting eagerly for overseas tours. Only thing which still need to be taken care of is succumbing after losing two settled batsmen and non performing potential tail.

Now where we are glad with our backups in Rahane, Tiwari, Yadav and a total new crop ready to knock at selectors ‘doors, it would be interesting too to see the fightback from Gambhir, Sehwag and Harbhajan if they offer any to come back in national team. After nine months when India will tour SA, we may have lost that winning combination by that time. We may not have few of players due to bad form or injury. We may not have that taste of win as fresh as it is now, but hope our team will not lose these ingredients which are necessary to win the real test of cricket, which they have found after two whitewash and one home series defeat and has given crazy Indian fans a wonderful memory to cherish. 

Simply Arsh