Mr. Dhoni, please don't get disheartened!

If I would have been in Dhoni's place today, then I would have been the happiest man around. Because at last after close to dozen innings spanning over two continents my team registered 350 and and then 400.

My best batsmen got some good batting practice. One opener came to party, middle order with hiccups still managed to deliver and tail enders batted like brave hearts.

Whatever the score card may read I know my team has gone through the last onslaught in the hands of quickies on grass laden coagulated, homogeneous bouncy turfs. The nightmare is over.

This is positive.

Cricket is a funny game. One day you are at the top of world, other day you are sulking. However how you sulk matters. And India today despite all, whatever the experts may say didn't played like meek opponents searching for opportune moment to surrender.

And salute to the little master, despite the 100/100's evading him, he possibly is playing the best cricket ever (on second thoughts he is playing like this forever!). We are now waiting for Mr. Sehwag, Mr. Kohli (please don't drop him) and Mr. Dhoni to join the party. Mr. Dravid, well I know, his 100 is due.

Aussies watch out. Waka is not going to be the same.