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India Adieu

India bids adieu to the World Cup after failing to clear the first round. It's disheartening for the millions of fans back home to see their wild cats domesticated by novices and managing only a meek meow. The media onslaught has been predictably intense and the antics of die-hard fans making a mockery of Team India is on in full swing.

Though our team's potential always looked dubious to me, I had never imagined things would come to such a pass. We have been cut to size by minnows and it's time for us to open our eyes and accept reality no matter how acrimonious it might be.

Hype wasn't commensurate to potential. That's the bottomline.

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