The Hit Formula

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  1. AnonymousNovember 3, 2014 at 11:38 PM

    True -- persistence and determination will get you a long way if you're given the chance.

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  2. Rahul BhatiaNovember 4, 2014 at 12:15 AM

    That was a lofty poetic sixer, Saru:) It crossed over the fence!!!Just lovely!

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    1. Saru SinghalNovember 4, 2014 at 10:45 AM

      I am bowled over with your beautiful comment. Thanks Sir :)

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  3. Ankita November 4, 2014 at 1:22 AM

    sixer of a poem! true! chance and confidence are two pillars of success :)

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  4. Red HandedNovember 4, 2014 at 5:53 AM

    Like the lady who commented before me said 'THIS IS A SIXER OF A POEM'. Brilliant Saru!

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  5. UppalNovember 4, 2014 at 6:38 AM

    Your poem surely says a lot about the formula of success!

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  6. joshi danielNovember 4, 2014 at 12:44 PM

    sure shot formula :)

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  7. ManiparnaNovember 5, 2014 at 1:04 PM

    Great Saru..SIXER it is..indeed...:-)

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  8. RachnaNovember 5, 2014 at 11:57 PM

    Cricket and life's lessons. How well you write. Also, I love your creative photos.

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  9. Wandering soulNovember 6, 2014 at 12:18 AM

    Superb one

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  10. Kokila guptaNovember 6, 2014 at 1:27 AM

    Positively beautiful Saru :)

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  11. UnknownNovember 6, 2014 at 4:37 AM

    That was a classic shot to six. Great one Saru and of course much much better than helicopter shot! ;)

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  12. K.A. AcharyaNovember 6, 2014 at 5:22 AM

    It is indeed a sixer. Persistence is important but people often want everything in one stroke. Beautifully penned, Saru.

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    1. Saru SinghalNovember 11, 2014 at 3:16 PM

      That never happens, hard work is the key. Thanks for reading, Kiran,

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  13. Writefully YoursNovember 6, 2014 at 7:09 AM

    This is unique ! For a second, I thought that you wrote about Dhoni ! :)

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  14. Dr. Anita SabatNovember 6, 2014 at 8:19 AM

    Nicely words, Saru.

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  15. Sumit@sellallNovember 6, 2014 at 11:45 AM

    So Impressive, I'd love to learn it. Thanks for sharing this.

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  16. Ashwini C NNovember 8, 2014 at 12:38 PM

    Some patience, some inspiration and some momentum is all what it takes. Very nice formula :-)

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  17. A Homemaker's UtopiaNovember 10, 2014 at 2:40 AM

    Wonderful verses Saru..Lovely post :)

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  18. Amrit SinhaNovember 13, 2014 at 1:13 AM

    A Poem on Cricket ... this is definitely out of the box and so wonderfully unique :-) Being a big Cricket fan, I loved this a lot :-)

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  19. AseemNovember 24, 2014 at 1:58 PM

    Saru, you have perfectly captured the thoughts and emotions of every such cricketer who despite being talented may not have got a chance to show it :). Lovely poem.

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