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45cementry-gates · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on Ishan :

(and ict in general)

1. When he opted out of India's test squad before our series with S. Africa....I knew... I KNEW it will be a long time before we'll get to see him playing for India again.

And then few weeks later Rahul Dravid said in a press conference... He can come back... Just play domestic.... My heart sank.

Here's the thing, I don't blame him at all for taking a break due to mental fatigue.

I fully support his decision as well. He prioritised himself and that's good.

But my dude... If I was your friend, if I was there with you... I wouldn't have let you go.

I would have grabbed his trousers and refused to let go. This is team India. You take one step back and 10 other people are standing right behind you ready to take your place.

Shubhman gill was hyped up so much... Remember his 126 in 63 balls against New Zealand?

But he faltered.

And Today he's in reserve.

Jaiswal is going to be our new opener in all 3 formats very soon. And there's nothing wrong with that. The guy earned it.

Ishan left the South Africa Series and a month later during the india Vs England test Series Jurel was picked and he did an excellent job.

Now imagine... Imagine if Ishan was there instead... If ishan had scored those 90 runs.....he would have made his place permanent.

I'll repeat myself.... I don't blame him for leaving... But he should have thought this through. Especially when a guy like Rahul Dravid is your coach.

(he's the same guy who gave declaration during a test match when Sachin Tendulkar was about to score a century. He's not as innocent as he looks.)

Another thing which really hurts me is how so many people complain about him being benched and then dropped but Yaar....there are tons of players who have gone through this.

Even Ashwin was benched. He said in an interview that when his team would win he wouldn't even feel like going in the ground to congratulate them coz of how hurt he felt.

It happens.

Anyways My overall opinion on this drama is :

1. I support him for leaving.

2. But I hate that he left.

3. A block of ice would be a better coach than Rahul Dravid.

Anyways... Jo hogaya so hogaya.

What I want now is for him to focus on his future.

And He can start by leaving Mumbai Indians.

MI was the team who would pick young players, groom and invest in them and make them capable enough for team India.

The MI we have seen this year is no longer that team. It doesn't matter how many reels their insta page puts out, the atmosphere of that team is tense, awkward and a hot mess.

If Mumbai really cared about a future captain as they claimed.... They should have made Ishan their new captain...like how csk and gt did with ruturaj and gill.

But oh well.

Right now... The best he can do is keep himself fit, play domestic and leave MI at THE EARLIEST.

That team, it's atmosphere, the mismanagement and inner conflicts (believe me, they exist) will not help him at all.

Imo, he doesn't need a team to grow. He has developed a good skill set. What he needs now is a stage.

A team like Kkr, RR or Gt will be great for that because these teams don't drop Their players after 1 or 2 matches... Have good coaches, stable environment and a good atmosphere overall.

Ishan is an excellent wicket keeper + batsman and the type of cricket he plays is best suited for t20 format (one day and test also but especially t20).

Whether we win or lose this t20 world cup... This one is the last one for our senior players.

After that, our youngsters will take charge (at least they should).

Yashasvi and Abhishek should be our openers.

Gill, rutu and Riyan would perfect be for middle order.

Ishan, with his explosive batting style, would be the perfect finisher.

Also... This dumb culture of batters not learning bowling (encouraged by this stupid impact rule) that has developed in the Indian team needs to STOP.

Look at Australia and New Zealand's t20 squad. Look at how many all rounders they have.

Look at ours. We won the 2007 cup because of all rounders as well.

Also... We cage our players. We hold them back. A player like Travis head is playing with such ferocity because his style and mindset is supported by his captain, his team and his media.

Meanwhile... If an Indian player attempts to do the same and doesn't make a big score in 2 -3 matches... He'll be benched instantly.

Another thing... If we look up the stats of our players in this year's t20 wc squad...

Except virat, Bumrah and maybe kuldeep ...everyone else is on ram bharose.

When players like n. reddy, ishan, rutu, gill, Riyan, natrajan... will be groomed and given enough opportunities....their aggressive style will be supported instead of criticized.... that's when we will win trophies.

@fangirlingintellectual @roseromeroredranger @snowcloudsss

@ishuess @bimesskaira

#desiblr #indian cricket team #cricket #ict #ishan kishan #ipl2024 #ishman #shubhman gill #shubman x ishan #shubish #rohitsharma #virat kohli #world cup #t20worldcup

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birdy-bat-writes · 2 years ago

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Tu Maan Meri Jaan

Jake Seresin x Desi!Reader Headcanon + The Dagger Squad and Maverick

A/N: Hey Guys! So, @girl-in-the-chairs-void and I sort of slipped into the topic of conversation of a Jake getting married to a Desi woman and we both were so in love with the idea that we came up with this. I want to thank you, Pav, for always helping me break out of creative blocks and always being there for me in general. And ofc, I also want to thank you for working with me to create something that can desi and brown girls in this fandom can relate to. To all you, We hope you love it! Now, even I sometimes forget some of the terms that are used for Indian wedding functions so I’ll try to drop a quick explanation in parenthesis after specific terms 😊 But if I miss anything or you’re confused, just let me know in a comment and I’ll be sure to explain it.

Also, A few months ago I saw a reel on Glen’s Instagram of him at Nick and Priyanka Chopra Jonas’ Diwali party so here’s that 😁

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I completely melt at the thought of Jake getting married to a South Asian bride and they make the wedding half Western and half South Asian.

I feel like he’d already just love the parts of your culture that you share with him. When you go to plan your wedding, he’d already be down to do a multiple-function, multi-day wedding and his sisters and parents would be so excited.

When you first started dating, he didn’t understand the things you whisper to him in your language.

He makes it his mission to learn a little bit of your language without telling you. So, when you speak to your family or friends and it’s mostly them teasing you two, he knows but doesn’t mention it until later.

Like on the reception he just whispers “meri jaan” My life or something sweet in your ear as the Pandit (Priest) officiates it.

All the little kids calling him the various names for “uncle” and you’re feeling so proud and holding them all close to you, he looks at you so softly, getting the kids to leave the stage as they scurry off after hugging both of you.

Jake on a horse, riding his way to your house with the Baraat, and being a natural because he’s no stranger to horse riding.

Him seeing you in the wedding lehenga for the first time and just forgetting how to speak.

You are not expecting to be as speechless as you are when you see him in his wedding outfit. And he would tease the hell out of you about it.

His dirty blond hair glistening in the harsh light coming from the camera man and seeing the rest of the squad in traditional desi clothes is the cherry on top.

He had his hands in the air as the dhol and drums (a traditional drumset that plays live at weddings) echo loudly, mimicking some of the dance moves your father or brother may have taught him.

He gets down on one knee as he approaches the stage where you stand, a ring in hand, maybe saying a few sentences in your language that has you crying.

“Main aur kisi ke bare main kaise soch sakta hoon jab meri duniya mere samne hai?” Basically how can I think about someone else when my whole world is in front of me?

Also, I headcanon sometimes that Jake loves to dance and his whole family really enjoys dancing at the wedding. It usually take a glass of wine or so to get him loose but the man can dance.

They drag him onto the stage and what people don’t know is that he has been practicing his moves.

If a lot of Punjabi families are there, then we know we got the booze flowing and as soon as the songs come on, he is going at it.

You are laughing and giggling in your chair as you watch him do bhangra or any other type of dance that he has up his sleeve.

You’re just like, “Babe…. where did you learn to dance like that? When did you find the time to learn this?” “Well, I am a Seresin, Darlin’.”

The wedding vows go like this:

“The things I do for you my love, but today, I wanna dedicate this day, not to us; but to you. Because my heart has been so full of you that I simply cannot call it mine anymore. My soul has been bewitched and my mind has been taken over by every thought of you. I am a mere reflection- a shadow of you. There was a quote in this movie we watched on our third date: om shanti om (apologies for the pronunciation); you said it was your favorite movie growing up and you cried when shah rukh khan said; "Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai. So today as our worlds gather around us to witness this beautiful moment, I want to say to you; mujhse shaadi karogi?”

To which you just laugh and say “We’re already married, dumbass” while tugging him up to kiss him and whisper, “A thousand times yes.”

The food, omg, okay. So, in your 5 year long relationship, you have never seen him enjoy pani-puri as much as you do at your own wedding. He happily ate them whenever you went out to eat at an Indian restaurant or made him eat Lamb Karahi (for my Pakistani girls out there), he ate it with a smile on his face, but usually, all he could feel was his mouth going numb at the spice.

But now, he is just gobbling them down. The shocking part? He’s eating them with the spicy water.

You’re shocked because he can handle more spice than you almost. And when you mention it he’s like “Baby you know I like it spicy”😉😉

Every daal or butter chicken or biryani that is brought to the table is just eaten, mostly by him.

When you taste the things yourself, the spice is there but he hasn’t picked up his glass

When you look at him, He just shrugs and says “I’m hungry.”

And you’re already reaching for water now and again.

Rooster and Javy are borderline crying.

And you keep giving them dahi (yogurt) to cut the spice because even you’re starting to

Even Phoenix can handle her spice, but Jake is surpassing that level and your mom is impressed to say the least.

Rooster watching hangman eat straight spicy biryani like 👁👄��️

The Mehendi (a wedding function in which the bride, groom and guests’ hands and somethings feet are decorated with ethnic temporary tattoos” and Haldi rasam (a wedding function in which a yellow paste made from turmeric is applied to the bride’s and groom’s skin) has you thinking he looks absolutely adorable.

The yellow pastes make his skin glow and while everyone is admiring him all the young girls and aunties eyes are on him, he is just admiring you from the corner of the room as you get the haldi all over you.

You don't notice his eyes on you through the thin curtain until your mother whispers to you: “Everybody’s watching him, but he’s only been looking at you”

If there is haldi left after the ceremony you and Jake just attack Mav and the squad with it.

And the aunties probably have something to say about how he’s just completely all over you, but you two don’t even care. You’re already too far gone into the bliss of your wedding preparations and traditions that nothing seems to affect your mood.

He’d probably really enjoy the fact that your wedding outfits reveal the midriff if you wear a lehenga. For each function that you wear one or even a sari, he probably really likes being able to feel your skin on his when he puts his arm around your waist.

Maybe if you decide to have a destination wedding in the house you rented, he shows up late at night at your door in a beige or black kurta that your mum made him wear, a few buttons undone from the top, hair a little messy.

He was up with your male family members playing antakshari (a card game often played at celebratory occasions).

If it’s in India, he takes you to a late-night drive to eat ice cream. You introduce him to paan and chai, two common late nigh street foods.

You threaten him that if he ever calls chai, chai tea, you will divorce him.

When you get back it’s dark and late enough that no one else is awake, he quietly slips into your room as you both try to take in the last few days, barely having a moment to yourselves, as he just stays there and holds you until you drift off to sleep and when you do, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before slipping back into his room.

There’s a tradition where the brides name is written in the groom’s mehndi, and the groom’s name is written in the bride’s. When it comes to him trying to find his name in your hands, it takes him time, but he finds it hiding in the side of your pinky, because when you are nervous you hold onto each other’s pinky’s in a crowded room. It was a small thing you guys used to do before you had started dating.

If you've hidden his name as well, he finds it immediately but takes his name pretending like he didn’t see it just to play with your hands longer.

Yours is hidden in a kaleidoscope of stars and things he’s got on his palms and wrists, it’s in a moon shaped piece that has another thing written under it “mera chaand” My moon.

Phoenix shows up in the most stunning outfits and turns out she has dressed up every single one of the dagger boys.

It came as a surprise to you when she helps you with your jewelry, having known about many uncommon things about the certain things you were putting on.

She manages to take the boys away from you as you are getting ready for your main ceremony.

You both keep a Polaroid of the two of you getting ready, hair and makeup done, mehndi pristine, bangles on, jewelry pretty much all on and your outfits are on the hangers. Standing with arms around each other in tank tops and shorts and it’s the funniest sight. It's a memory you’ll cherish forever with your best friend.

Dude, can you just imagine Javy, Rooster, Mickey and Reuben all lifting the kids at the wedding in the air and pretending like they’re flying fighter jets.The kids are just like “I love Reuben uncle!” And “Jake maamaji is my favorite”.

After the wedding ceremony everyone’s making jokes about how y’all are probably going to get it on but you’re both so tired that you just fall asleep.

Before you do, Jake helps you take off your jewelry.

He counts the huge amount of bobby pins in your hair, the pile is bigger than your head. His eyes are wide by the time he is done taking out the last one.

“Do you have anything else hiding in your skull somewhere? How did your head not fall?”

“Yeah, now you know why I’m so tired, I’m carrying twice my head’s normal weight.”

You let your clothes just fall to the floor but being the neat freak that he is, he goes to pick them up and put them on the hanger. He groans at the weight of it because it is just so heavy.

“Babe, how were you walking in this? Are you a bodybuilder?”

“Damn, Jake, I thought you navy officers were strong. Can’t even carry a dress??” He glares at you playfully.

He will not stop referring to you as Mrs. Seresin for ages.

You both lay down and just take in the past few days.

He says “Goodnight Mrs. Seresin”. You both just let yourselves fall asleep in like oversized shirts and underwear because you’re too tired to find anything else.

The next day you choose to have a little Western wedding party reception.

And he didn’t know what you were going to wear so when he sees you in a white wedding dress, he loses his mind. Bonus points if it’s Jake’s Mom’s dress.

Mrs. Seresin loves you, and seeing you make her son so happy, just fulfills her life mission.

You look angelic in it.

You remember when he had teased you about how when he gets married he’d take the Garter off with his teeth like some people do and I feel like even if he didn’t, he’d tickle up your leg a little as he took it off with his hands.

He lets his hands roam around a little longer than needed, announcing that he can’t feel it until he disappears under your dress. He has is in his mouth as he reappears from under your dress, secretly giving it a sniff before tugging it into his pocket.

You get so flustered because your mother and his parents were there too.

Your father would be so mad, as most Asian dads would be in this situation.

Jake's mom might spontaneously combust; “Doesn’t this boy feel embarrassed?”

and the aunties will go feral. You don’t even care though because you’re way too in love with the man in front of you. But everyone had a good laugh over it, it was cute how in love you two are.

You cut cake and toss the bouquet.

Rooster just cuts through- like the diva he is and catches it.

Maybe giving it to your sister or a cousin of yours he’s been eyeing…

And everyone just tells stories from them about how you made naval aviators fall in love with the brown women in your family. Because it’s a common thing for a lot of matches to be made at desi weddings. They’re usually so big; friends and very extended family are invited from both sides and over the 3-7 days you all spend together, it’s not uncommon for some people to exchange numbers or so.

Like it all started there for everyone.

You and Jake take total credit for all the matches that were made.

Even phoenix, she saw your distant cousin that she got along with when your wedding ceremonies started and as she gets to know her; you stumble upon them on the rooftop on a late night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, a blanket around the two of them

Bonus points if you and Jake caught them there together and you all agree to just never mention it because you two weren’t supposed to be there either.

Imagine rooster giving the bouquet to your sister.

Like that man has been following her around the entire time the wedding ceremonies. It’s like a classic trope in a Bollywood movie.

One night, you’re looking for your earring which you’re convinced you sister took. And you walk into her room and he’s just there, minding his own business, chilling on his phone and he just jumps seeing you walk in, trying to explain.

Jake doesn’t even realize that rooster is involved with your sister until he sees them dancing. He just turns to you and is like “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” And you’re just sitting there, smirking. *I know what you are dog meme*

According to Punjabi tradition, you have to wear a red set of bangles after the wedding as a sign of being a newlywed woman.

According to tradition you need to keep it on until you have kids or like at least for a year.

It’s not even a year after your marriage that Jake comes home to find your wrists empty of the beloved bangle set he’s so used to. Oh. Oh.

He knows what it means. The empty wrists have him staring, and he’s dying to ask whether you took it off because of discomfort or if there is bigger news behind it.

After an hour of pondering, he gives up his patience and asks you.

“Oh, I was waiting until later to tell you this but…”

You drag him to the nearest seat, sitting him down as you sit opposite, burying your hands into your cardigan pocket and around the plastic stick that felt a little too heavy now that you were face to face with him. This is what you had been trying for, it's good news. The warmth in his eyes encourages you to let it be, that this was the right time.

You place the pregnancy test in front of him, he picks it up to inspect as his face lights up with joy that you had only seen the day you got married. In a flurry, he just picks you up and spins you around. You're screeching for him to put you down, but he refuses, burying his face into your stomach as you laugh.

When he does put you down, he makes you sit on the couch with him as he bends down to your stomach; “Hey there champ, you gonna give your ma trouble for the next few months huh?”

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stoookes · 10 months ago

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You know what, I'm going to compile a list of all the cricketers VK has been paired with so we can get an exact number and appreciate how much of a slut he really is 😂😂😂 Here goes:

Australia- Pat, Glenn, Travis, Josh, Steve, Starcy, Marshy, Marnus, Johnson, Faulkner, Adam, Marcus, Cam, Paine, Finch. That's 15 Australians, damnnn VK! Planning to sleep with the whole country there? 😜😉🤣

England- Jimmy, Ali, Joe, Jos, Ben, Jonny, Ollie R, Ollie P, Sammy, Zak, Harry, Lees, KP, Stuart, Woakesy and Woody too, (I think??) That's another 15, this time Britishers.

South Africa- ABD, Faf, Steyn, Nandre Burger, Donovan Ferreira. 5 South Africans.

New Zealand- Kane, Trent, Brendon ig? 3 New Zealanders.

Pakistan- Babar, Shadab. So 2 of them.

West Indies- Gayle, Kesrick Williams. Again 2 people here.

India- Rohit. Surprised there's only one of them tbh 😯

So 15+15+5+3+2+2+1=43. That's a whopping 43 people VK's been paired with? Anyone I'm missing? Lmk, I'm sure we can get this number up to 50 🤣🤣

Come on now, there has to be more than ONE Indian?? MS has to be on there? Plus there has to be more from the current squad - I cannot believe that of all the players VK is paired with only ONE is Indian xD

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emadakn · 1 year ago

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This is definitely a book about Palestine, but it is also so much more.

It is a book about the hypocrisy, greed and disregard for human rights by the “good guys”.

It is about Israel providing arms to the brutal Hutu regime in Rwanda before and during the genocide.

It is a book about Israel supplying arms to General Pinochet and the junta in Chile and negating the US arms embargo.

It is about Israel supporting and arming Iran under the Shah, death squads in Colombia and the apartheid regime in South Africa.

It is about Israel supporting the Argentinian dictatorship, knowing that they were torturing Jews

It is about Israel currently supporting Russia in the invasion on Ukraine.

Ceausescu's Romania, Duvalier’s Haiti, Suharto’s Indonesia, Somoza’s Nicaragua, the list is huge

It is a book of governments spying on their citizens to suppress democracy, dissent, homosexuality, religious freedom or any civil liberties expected in society today.

It is a book about Facebook, Google, Instagram and Twitter suppressing the voices of Palestinians and Kashmiris and allowing hate speech from Israelis and Indians.

Books like this always take me a long time to read because I find many parts so difficult to believe that I have to check the facts myself; I haven’t managed to catch the author out on any of his assertions.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62790909-the-palestine-laboratory

#palestine #gaza #freepalestine #israel #america #idf #kashmir

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hellsitesonlybookclub · 1 year ago

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Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne

CHAPTER XXX. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY

Three passengers including Passepartout had disappeared. Had they been killed in the struggle? Were they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was impossible to tell.

There were many wounded, but none mortally. Colonel Proctor was one of the most seriously hurt; he had fought bravely, and a ball had entered his groin. He was carried into the station with the other wounded passengers, to receive such attention as could be of avail.

Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was slightly wounded in the arm. But Passepartout was not to be found, and tears coursed down Aouda’s cheeks.

All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of which were stained with blood. From the tyres and spokes hung ragged pieces of flesh. As far as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red trails were visible. The last Sioux were disappearing in the south, along the banks of Republican River.

Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. He had a serious decision to make. Aouda, standing near him, looked at him without speaking, and he understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner, ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from the Indians? “I will find him, living or dead,” said he quietly to Aouda.

“Ah, Mr.—Mr. Fogg!” cried she, clasping his hands and covering them with tears.

“Living,” added Mr. Fogg, “if we do not lose a moment.”

Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed himself; he pronounced his own doom. The delay of a single day would make him lose the steamer at New York, and his bet would be certainly lost. But as he thought, “It is my duty,” he did not hesitate.

The commanding officer of Fort Kearney was there. A hundred of his soldiers had placed themselves in a position to defend the station, should the Sioux attack it.

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to the captain, “three passengers have disappeared.”

“Dead?” asked the captain.

“Dead or prisoners; that is the uncertainty which must be solved. Do you propose to pursue the Sioux?”

“That’s a serious thing to do, sir,” returned the captain. “These Indians may retreat beyond the Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort unprotected.”

“The lives of three men are in question, sir,” said Phileas Fogg.

“Doubtless; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to save three?”

“I don’t know whether you can, sir; but you ought to do so.”

“Nobody here,” returned the other, “has a right to teach me my duty.”

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg, coldly. “I will go alone.”

“You, sir!” cried Fix, coming up; “you go alone in pursuit of the Indians?”

“Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish—him to whom every one present owes his life? I shall go.”

“No, sir, you shall not go alone,” cried the captain, touched in spite of himself. “No! you are a brave man. Thirty volunteers!” he added, turning to the soldiers.

The whole company started forward at once. The captain had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old sergeant placed at their head.

“Thanks, captain,” said Mr. Fogg.

“Will you let me go with you?” asked Fix.

“Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me a favour, you will remain with Aouda. In case anything should happen to me—”

A sudden pallor overspread the detective’s face. Separate himself from the man whom he had so persistently followed step by step! Leave him to wander about in this desert! Fix gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and, despite his suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within him, he lowered his eyes before that calm and frank look.

“I will stay,” said he.

A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young woman’s hand, and, having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little squad. But, before going, he had said to the soldiers, “My friends, I will divide five thousand dollars among you, if we save the prisoners.”

It was then a little past noon.

Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited alone, thinking of the simple and noble generosity, the tranquil courage of Phileas Fogg. He had sacrificed his fortune, and was now risking his life, all without hesitation, from duty, in silence.

Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely conceal his agitation. He walked feverishly up and down the platform, but soon resumed his outward composure. He now saw the folly of which he had been guilty in letting Fogg go alone. What! This man, whom he had just followed around the world, was permitted now to separate himself from him! He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as if he were director of police, administered to himself a sound lecture for his greenness.

“I have been an idiot!” he thought, “and this man will see it. He has gone, and won’t come back! But how is it that I, Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant for his arrest, have been so fascinated by him? Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass!”

So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all too slowly. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt how the young woman would receive his confidences. What course should he take? He thought of pursuing Fogg across the vast white plains; it did not seem impossible that he might overtake him. Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But soon, under a new sheet, every imprint would be effaced.

Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmountable longing to abandon the game altogether. He could now leave Fort Kearney station, and pursue his journey homeward in peace.

Towards two o’clock in the afternoon, while it was snowing hard, long whistles were heard approaching from the east. A great shadow, preceded by a wild light, slowly advanced, appearing still larger through the mist, which gave it a fantastic aspect. No train was expected from the east, neither had there been time for the succour asked for by telegraph to arrive; the train from Omaha to San Francisco was not due till the next day. The mystery was soon explained.

The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with deafening whistles, was that which, having been detached from the train, had continued its route with such terrific rapidity, carrying off the unconscious engineer and stoker. It had run several miles, when, the fire becoming low for want of fuel, the steam had slackened; and it had finally stopped an hour after, some twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither the engineer nor the stoker was dead, and, after remaining for some time in their swoon, had come to themselves. The train had then stopped. The engineer, when he found himself in the desert, and the locomotive without cars, understood what had happened. He could not imagine how the locomotive had become separated from the train; but he did not doubt that the train left behind was in distress.

He did not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent to continue on to Omaha, for it would be dangerous to return to the train, which the Indians might still be engaged in pillaging. Nevertheless, he began to rebuild the fire in the furnace; the pressure again mounted, and the locomotive returned, running backwards to Fort Kearney. This it was which was whistling in the mist.

The travellers were glad to see the locomotive resume its place at the head of the train. They could now continue the journey so terribly interrupted.

Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried out of the station, and asked the conductor, “Are you going to start?”

“At once, madam.”

“But the prisoners, our unfortunate fellow-travellers—”

“I cannot interrupt the trip,” replied the conductor. “We are already three hours behind time.”

“And when will another train pass here from San Francisco?”

“To-morrow evening, madam.”

“To-morrow evening! But then it will be too late! We must wait—”

“It is impossible,” responded the conductor. “If you wish to go, please get in.”

“I will not go,” said Aouda.

Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before, when there was no prospect of proceeding on the journey, he had made up his mind to leave Fort Kearney; but now that the train was there, ready to start, and he had only to take his seat in the car, an irresistible influence held him back. The station platform burned his feet, and he could not stir. The conflict in his mind again began; anger and failure stifled him. He wished to struggle on to the end.

Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded, among them Colonel Proctor, whose injuries were serious, had taken their places in the train. The buzzing of the over-heated boiler was heard, and the steam was escaping from the valves. The engineer whistled, the train started, and soon disappeared, mingling its white smoke with the eddies of the densely falling snow.

The detective had remained behind.

Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and it was very cold. Fix sat motionless on a bench in the station; he might have been thought asleep. Aouda, despite the storm, kept coming out of the waiting-room, going to the end of the platform, and peering through the tempest of snow, as if to pierce the mist which narrowed the horizon around her, and to hear, if possible, some welcome sound. She heard and saw nothing. Then she would return, chilled through, to issue out again after the lapse of a few moments, but always in vain.

Evening came, and the little band had not returned. Where could they be? Had they found the Indians, and were they having a conflict with them, or were they still wandering amid the mist? The commander of the fort was anxious, though he tried to conceal his apprehensions. As night approached, the snow fell less plentifully, but it became intensely cold. Absolute silence rested on the plains. Neither flight of bird nor passing of beast troubled the perfect calm.

Throughout the night Aouda, full of sad forebodings, her heart stifled with anguish, wandered about on the verge of the plains. Her imagination carried her far off, and showed her innumerable dangers. What she suffered through the long hours it would be impossible to describe.

Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did not sleep. Once a man approached and spoke to him, and the detective merely replied by shaking his head.

Thus the night passed. At dawn, the half-extinguished disc of the sun rose above a misty horizon; but it was now possible to recognise objects two miles off. Phileas Fogg and the squad had gone southward; in the south all was still vacancy. It was then seven o’clock.

The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know what course to take.

Should he send another detachment to the rescue of the first? Should he sacrifice more men, with so few chances of saving those already sacrificed? His hesitation did not last long, however. Calling one of his lieutenants, he was on the point of ordering a reconnaissance, when gunshots were heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers rushed out of the fort, and half a mile off they perceived a little band returning in good order.

Mr. Fogg was marching at their head, and just behind him were Passepartout and the other two travellers, rescued from the Sioux.

They had met and fought the Indians ten miles south of Fort Kearney. Shortly before the detachment arrived, Passepartout and his companions had begun to struggle with their captors, three of whom the Frenchman had felled with his fists, when his master and the soldiers hastened up to their relief.

All were welcomed with joyful cries. Phileas Fogg distributed the reward he had promised to the soldiers, while Passepartout, not without reason, muttered to himself, “It must certainly be confessed that I cost my master dear!”

Fix, without saying a word, looked at Mr. Fogg, and it would have been difficult to analyse the thoughts which struggled within him. As for Aouda, she took her protector’s hand and pressed it in her own, too much moved to speak.

Meanwhile, Passepartout was looking about for the train; he thought he should find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and he hoped that the time lost might be regained.

“The train! the train!” cried he.

“Gone,” replied Fix.

“And when does the next train pass here?” said Phileas Fogg.

“Not till this evening.”

“Ah!” returned the impassible gentleman quietly.

CHAPTER XXXI. IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG

Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours behind time. Passepartout, the involuntary cause of this delay, was desperate. He had ruined his master!

At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, looking him intently in the face, said:

“Seriously, sir, are you in great haste?”

“Quite seriously.”

“I have a purpose in asking,” resumed Fix. “Is it absolutely necessary that you should be in New York on the 11th, before nine o’clock in the evening, the time that the steamer leaves for Liverpool?”

“It is absolutely necessary.”

“And, if your journey had not been interrupted by these Indians, you would have reached New York on the morning of the 11th?”

“Yes; with eleven hours to spare before the steamer left.”

“Good! you are therefore twenty hours behind. Twelve from twenty leaves eight. You must regain eight hours. Do you wish to try to do so?”

“On foot?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“No; on a sledge,” replied Fix. “On a sledge with sails. A man has proposed such a method to me.”

It was the man who had spoken to Fix during the night, and whose offer he had refused.

Phileas Fogg did not reply at once; but Fix, having pointed out the man, who was walking up and down in front of the station, Mr. Fogg went up to him. An instant after, Mr. Fogg and the American, whose name was Mudge, entered a hut built just below the fort.

There Mr. Fogg examined a curious vehicle, a kind of frame on two long beams, a little raised in front like the runners of a sledge, and upon which there was room for five or six persons. A high mast was fixed on the frame, held firmly by metallic lashings, to which was attached a large brigantine sail. This mast held an iron stay upon which to hoist a jib-sail. Behind, a sort of rudder served to guide the vehicle. It was, in short, a sledge rigged like a sloop. During the winter, when the trains are blocked up by the snow, these sledges make extremely rapid journeys across the frozen plains from one station to another. Provided with more sails than a cutter, and with the wind behind them, they slip over the surface of the prairies with a speed equal if not superior to that of the express trains.

Mr. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of this land-craft. The wind was favourable, being fresh, and blowing from the west. The snow had hardened, and Mudge was very confident of being able to transport Mr. Fogg in a few hours to Omaha. Thence the trains eastward run frequently to Chicago and New York. It was not impossible that the lost time might yet be recovered; and such an opportunity was not to be rejected.

Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts of travelling in the open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to leave her with Passepartout at Fort Kearney, the servant taking upon himself to escort her to Europe by a better route and under more favourable conditions. But Aouda refused to separate from Mr. Fogg, and Passepartout was delighted with her decision; for nothing could induce him to leave his master while Fix was with him.

It would be difficult to guess the detective’s thoughts. Was this conviction shaken by Phileas Fogg’s return, or did he still regard him as an exceedingly shrewd rascal, who, his journey round the world completed, would think himself absolutely safe in England? Perhaps Fix’s opinion of Phileas Fogg was somewhat modified; but he was nevertheless resolved to do his duty, and to hasten the return of the whole party to England as much as possible.

At eight o’clock the sledge was ready to start. The passengers took their places on it, and wrapped themselves up closely in their travelling-cloaks. The two great sails were hoisted, and under the pressure of the wind the sledge slid over the hardened snow with a velocity of forty miles an hour.

The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as the birds fly, is at most two hundred miles. If the wind held good, the distance might be traversed in five hours; if no accident happened the sledge might reach Omaha by one o’clock.

What a journey! The travellers, huddled close together, could not speak for the cold, intensified by the rapidity at which they were going. The sledge sped on as lightly as a boat over the waves. When the breeze came skimming the earth the sledge seemed to be lifted off the ground by its sails. Mudge, who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a tendency to make. All the sails were up, and the jib was so arranged as not to screen the brigantine. A top-mast was hoisted, and another jib, held out to the wind, added its force to the other sails. Although the speed could not be exactly estimated, the sledge could not be going at less than forty miles an hour.

“If nothing breaks,” said Mudge, “we shall get there!”

Mr. Fogg had made it for Mudge’s interest to reach Omaha within the time agreed on, by the offer of a handsome reward.

The prairie, across which the sledge was moving in a straight line, was as flat as a sea. It seemed like a vast frozen lake. The railroad which ran through this section ascended from the south-west to the north-west by Great Island, Columbus, an important Nebraska town, Schuyler, and Fremont, to Omaha. It followed throughout the right bank of the Platte River. The sledge, shortening this route, took a chord of the arc described by the railway. Mudge was not afraid of being stopped by the Platte River, because it was frozen. The road, then, was quite clear of obstacles, and Phileas Fogg had but two things to fear—an accident to the sledge, and a change or calm in the wind.

But the breeze, far from lessening its force, blew as if to bend the mast, which, however, the metallic lashings held firmly. These lashings, like the chords of a stringed instrument, resounded as if vibrated by a violin bow. The sledge slid along in the midst of a plaintively intense melody.

“Those chords give the fifth and the octave,” said Mr. Fogg.

These were the only words he uttered during the journey. Aouda, cosily packed in furs and cloaks, was sheltered as much as possible from the attacks of the freezing wind. As for Passepartout, his face was as red as the sun’s disc when it sets in the mist, and he laboriously inhaled the biting air. With his natural buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope again. They would reach New York on the evening, if not on the morning, of the 11th, and there were still some chances that it would be before the steamer sailed for Liverpool.

Passepartout even felt a strong desire to grasp his ally, Fix, by the hand. He remembered that it was the detective who procured the sledge, the only means of reaching Omaha in time; but, checked by some presentiment, he kept his usual reserve. One thing, however, Passepartout would never forget, and that was the sacrifice which Mr. Fogg had made, without hesitation, to rescue him from the Sioux. Mr. Fogg had risked his fortune and his life. No! His servant would never forget that!

While each of the party was absorbed in reflections so different, the sledge flew past over the vast carpet of snow. The creeks it passed over were not perceived. Fields and streams disappeared under the uniform whiteness. The plain was absolutely deserted. Between the Union Pacific road and the branch which unites Kearney with Saint Joseph it formed a great uninhabited island. Neither village, station, nor fort appeared. From time to time they sped by some phantom-like tree, whose white skeleton twisted and rattled in the wind. Sometimes flocks of wild birds rose, or bands of gaunt, famished, ferocious prairie-wolves ran howling after the sledge. Passepartout, revolver in hand, held himself ready to fire on those which came too near. Had an accident then happened to the sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts, would have been in the most terrible danger; but it held on its even course, soon gained on the wolves, and ere long left the howling band at a safe distance behind.

About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks that he was crossing the Platte River. He said nothing, but he felt certain that he was now within twenty miles of Omaha. In less than an hour he left the rudder and furled his sails, whilst the sledge, carried forward by the great impetus the wind had given it, went on half a mile further with its sails unspread.

It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of roofs white with snow, said: “We have got there!”

Arrived! Arrived at the station which is in daily communication, by numerous trains, with the Atlantic seaboard!

Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their stiffened limbs, and aided Mr. Fogg and the young woman to descend from the sledge. Phileas Fogg generously rewarded Mudge, whose hand Passepartout warmly grasped, and the party directed their steps to the Omaha railway station.

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o’clock in the evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line.

The “China,” for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour before!

#around the world in 80 days #jules verne

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“What do you know about werewolves?”

today will be different // @savagevillain

it is a strange thing, coming face to face with klaus mikaelson. it is a strange thing, floribeth thinks, because he's been so many things to so many different people.

he's been someone to love.

he's been someone to loathe.

he's been both in equal measure to multiple people. some of which are still around today. some of which aren't.

(while floribeth's long since graduated, she doesn't think she'll ever forget the fact that there's a book dedicated to him in the library. klaus mikaelson, it says, the great evil.

it's the only book that floribeth hasn't read. mostly out of respect for hope. but also because she's certain that derek machado is but a footnote. maybe not even that.

then again, isn't it also evil to talk dorian williams into working at a school that is very specifically built to celebrate the very person that has murdered your family?)

mister mikaelson can probably hear her brain whirring, hear her crunch the numbers to the point that she almost misses the question.

what do you know about werewolves?

and suddenly floribeth feels more human than ever, despite being a fanged creature of the night. she feels like she did whenever teachers called on her back when she still lived in maple hollows and went to school there.

her throat feels dry, and she thinks she could do with a blood infused lollypop or two, or a bloodbag.

maybe even someone who's willing to let drink from the vein, or take a little bite.

"that depends, sir." it's best to be polite. like her parents taught her to be. because while this interaction with hope's dad is actually quite pleasant, floribeth is no fool. all it takes is one misstep and things can go south real fast. "what do you want to know? because, well, there's the myth of king lycaeon, who got turned into the first werewolf after angering zeus. and there is lupa, the mother of remus and romulus. and though there are more weretigers than werewolves in indian lore and legends, certain people did carry the epithet 'vrikodara' which means 'wolf bellied'."

"and when people in the west say aswang," floribeth tells him, eyes sparkling. "they usually mean 'vampire' but it's actually a catch-all phrase, consisting of several categories. five. each distinctive category has a parallel and is a nod to a creature of the west: the vampire, the viscera sucker, the weredog, the witch and the ghoul. that's why in most accounts, it's a shapeshifter that shares characteristics of vampires and werewolves and witches specifically."

there is also the regular things: being beholden to the moon. silver - bullets or otherwise. aconite.

and the not so regular things like the werewolf witch trials in france during the sixteenth century - an offshoot of the european witch trials.

part of her wants to ask about paige billingsley and ray sutton now that she's answered his question but floribeth knows that it won't help her, so she doesn't. part of her wants to ask why he felt the need to ruin her sire's life back then, but she doesn't ask about that, either.

"you're not looking for the beast of gévaudan, are you, sir?" floribeth gives him a smile and hopes that he'll be gracious enough to ignore the fact that she's still wary - still scared, because derek made him seem like a monster. she fishes her phone out of the back pocket of her high waisted jeans and adds: "or the wolf packs spotted in anjou?"

[text to hope: sos your dad is here, asking about werewolves, no idea what to do now]

[text to the anti squad: love you, mean it <3]

[text to jed: klaus mikaelson is standing in front of our door, asking about werewolves; you and your sisters might want to take the long way 'round, just in case]

[text to jed: love you <3]

#long post /#savagevillain #floribeth dalisay / answered.#floribeth dalisay / main verse.#//derek and paige have no last names so i gave paige the last name her actress has and i made derek a machado because his actor's last name #//starts with mac

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Hiiiii! This is a bit specific but do you know any romance novels (Modern or historical) with Brown leads that aren't about cultural trauma? 💀 I feel a bit tired everytime I pick up a book with a Brown (SWANA or South Asian) lead bc it's always about arranged marriage drama, generational clashes between disappointed old fashioned uber strict immigrant parents who wanted their kid to be doctor and their child, terrible aunties and racism and/or islamophobia related drama. I kind of feel bad for thinking like this bc all the romance books with SWANA or South Asian leads are always written by women who belong to the cultures in the books and I wanna support them whenever I can, but I'm also tired of getting slapped by trauma I personally know when all I want is fun, drama,good chemistry,cute tropes and good spice without pin straight honey blonde locks, ocean blue orbs and milky white skin,you know? 😥

I have literally dedicated my life to finding such books (I joke with a friend that every time she picks up a book with an Asian lead, there's inevitably generational trauma), and it's hard! I feel like only recently have I started to see South Asian authors write in a way that doesn't make me think they hate their own culture or are embarrassed by it. Unfortunately, I can't think of a historical romance that doesn't have some form of racial trauma (I wish more romances set in South Asia existed/were published abroad). But here are some contemporary recs:

Tastes like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma (out on 8/1): My full review isn't out yet, but I loved Bobbi and Benjamin's (dw despite the names, they're both Punjabi) relationship progression (it's sold as enemies to lovers but the enemies portion doesn't last super long tbh). It has solid sex scenes and Nisha even ventures into kink (a rarity for non-white characters). Plus, both Bobbi and Benjamin embrace their culture and you get the sense that they truly love it, and funnily enough, the aunty squad in this book is actually a force for good lol.

The Roommate Risk (previously Wanna Bet?) by Talia Hibbert: Friends-to-lovers but done RIGHT. Rahul Khan has been in love with Jasmine Allan since he gave his virginity to her (the flashback scenes in this one are great). Now, 7 years later, she's living with him because her apartment flooded, and cue all the angst and confused feelings!! Talia writes her sex scenes really well, this amazing combination of emotional intimacy and realness (and a little humor), not to mention they're uniformly hot.

Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert: So in hindsight, Talia Hibbert tends to make her South Asian heroes daddy types (stern brunch daddy types.... if you will) and Zafir Ansari fits within this pattern. Him and Dani decide to fake-date to help get publicity for his charity. The funny thing here is that Rahul is the romantic (he reads Harlequin romances!!!!!! And having sex without feelings is a STRUGGLE for this man) and Dani is relationship-avoidant, so that's fun for them. Also, Zafir is dealing with grief from losing his father and brother, but it's less "South Asian Family Trauma" and moreso just a genuine exploration of grief and coping with the help of his family.

Claiming His Bollywood Cinderella by Tara Pammi: I think Harlequins might be your best bet if you want to read about Indians in India (fun fact, Tara inspired me to try writing a Harlequin-style romance). This has kind of a Cinderella vibe; The hero Vikram is a Bollywood actor, and the heroine Naina is his grandma's assistant and they hook up at a masquerade party (which was.... very hot even if Vikram is prone to speeches while he's inside her lol), and it goes from there. It's a solid (technically slow-burn I think) romance.

The Secret She Kept in Bollywood by Tara Pammi: This is about Vikram's sister Anya and the adopted father of the child Anya gave away several years ago, Simon (he's brown too), who might also be the DILFiest DILF to ever DILF. Tell me what other man can help you through a panic attack without even knowing who you are, and then immediately proceed to give you the best sex of your life? I'll wait. No but real talk, this one hits a lot of really great emotional notes about family (not to mention a great romance) without being about, like, South Asian trauma.

Sink or Swim by Tessa Bailey: Ft. a Gujarati heroine, Jiya, and Andrew, her friend who's been in love with her since forever. What I love about this book is that the friends-to-lovers aspect isn't too cutesy; it's a bit angsty and the sexual obsession aspect is what really sold me (not to mention the fact that Andrew's a service top and that's shown in the BEST scene, therefore also subverting the "submissive Asian woman" stereotype). I also think I think the book has very reasonable portrayal of Desi parents; they want what they think is best for Jiya, and Jiya actually agrees to meet a guy in an an arranged-marriage set up, but ultimately they come around to Andrew once they understand that he loves her and will take care of her.

Serving Pleasure by Alisha Rai: Okay so maybe this has some intergenerational South Asian family drama (namely how Rana's mother views her sex life) but it's too good not to recommend! Like, sometimes you really want a crazy heroine who lowkey stalks the hero (but it's okay, Micah here gets off on it... literally), and Rana ends up being his muse (he's an artist) as they start an affair with a definite end date but obviously, Feelings get in the way.

#book recs #nisha sharma #talia hibbert #tara pammi #tessa bailey #alisha rai #contemporary romance #ask #desiblr #desi tumblr

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[ad_1] Shardul Thakur for Mumbai in the ongoing Ranji Trophy (PC: X) Mumbai are close to securing a spot in the semi-finals of the ongoing Ranji Trophy. In the third quarter-final at the iconic Eden Gardens in Kolkata, they led Haryana by 292 runs with six wickets in hand in their second innings at the end of day three. At one stage, Haryana were in a strong position to take the first-innings lead. At 257/5, they trailed by just 58 runs. However, the in-form Shardul Thakur changed the game by taking all five remaining wickets, bundling Haryana out for 301. Shardul has been Mumbai’s most consistent performer in recent matches. In this game alone, he has contributed 21 runs with the bat and taken seven wickets so far. Against Jammu and Kashmir, he scored a fifty and a hundred while also taking two wickets. Then, against Meghalaya, he registered a hat-trick and finished with eight wickets in the match, along with an 84-run knock. Given his current form, the Indian selectors might find it difficult to ignore him for the upcoming Test series in England. After day three in Kolkata, Shardul spoke to the media about his thoughts on the England tour, missing out on India selection, going unsold in the IPL auction, and more. “Whenever you do not get picked for any team at any level, it is a disappointment,” he said. “My only focus is to give my best in any game that I am playing. “I am in contention. It is all about the selection. Obviously, playing again for India is always at the back of my mind. Every player wants to play at the highest level, which is international cricket. So, this is always there in my mind. It works as motivation whenever I am playing.” For the Latest Sports News: Click Here Shardul Thakur Press Conference: Comeback – National Team – Ajinkya Rahane’s performance and more! #ShardulThakur #RanjiTrophy #DomesticCricket@imShard @BCCIdomestic MUM 315 & 317/6 (78) Day 4: 1st Session – MUM lead by 331 runs v HAR Full video: https://t.co/PILO0diylZ pic.twitter.com/5ZbhM1KJZl — RevSportz Global (@RevSportzGlobal) February 11, 2025 His last international match was the Centurion Test against South Africa in December 2023. He was also left out of India’s squad for the Border-Gavaskar Trophy. Despite playing 95 IPL matches over the years, many fans were surprised to see him go unsold in the recent auction. Addressing these setbacks, he said: “I do not think that much about the past. What I believe is that if I keep thinking about this, it will affect my game. It happens in professional cricket, but right now, whatever is in my hand, I want to do it. I want to give my best. “Thinking that and executing that is not easy. What I do is that I only think about the game that is coming for me. I just focus on that and hence, whenever I come to the ground, the focus remains on the match only.” So far this Ranji Trophy season seems to have worked like a charm. TRAILBLAZER 3.0 Also Read: Shardul Thakur sends reminder to selectors for England tour The post “I am in contention” – Shardul Thakur on being considered for Test tour of England appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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Best Captains in Champions Trophy History

The Champions Trophy has always been one of the most prestigious tournaments in cricket, featuring top teams battling for supremacy. While star players often steal the limelight, it is the leadership and strategic brilliance of captains that play a crucial role in a team's success. Over the years, the Champions Trophy has witnessed some of the finest leaders who have led their teams with remarkable skill and determination. In this blog, we take a closer look at some of the best captains in Champions Trophy history who left a lasting impact on the tournament.

1. MS Dhoni (India)

When talking about the best captains in Champions Trophy history, one name that stands tall is MS Dhoni. Known for his calm demeanor and strategic mind, Dhoni led India to glory in the 2013 Champions Trophy, making India the only team to win the tournament unbeaten. His leadership was instrumental in guiding a young squad through pressure situations. Under his captaincy, India played fearless cricket, with aggressive batting and disciplined bowling making them a formidable force.

2. Ricky Ponting (Australia)

Ricky Ponting was a leader who thrived under pressure, and his record in the Champions Trophy speaks volumes about his captaincy. He led Australia to back-to-back titles in 2006 and 2009, making them the most dominant team of the era. His aggressive leadership, tactical nous, and ability to inspire his players made him one of the greatest captains in the history of the tournament.

3. Sourav Ganguly (India)

Sourav Ganguly played a crucial role in shaping modern Indian cricket, and his influence was evident in the 2000 Champions Trophy. Under his captaincy, India reached the final, with Ganguly himself delivering stellar performances. His fearless approach and ability to back his players made him a standout leader. Ganguly’s tenure as captain saw the emergence of young talent, which later formed the core of India's successful teams.

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4. Graeme Smith (South Africa)

One of the most respected captains in world cricket, Graeme Smith led South Africa with confidence and authority. His leadership was instrumental in South Africa’s successful campaign in the 1998 Champions Trophy, where they lifted the trophy. Smith’s ability to read the game and make bold decisions made him one of the finest leaders in Champions Trophy history.

5. Mohammad Azharuddin (India)

A veteran leader, Mohammad Azharuddin captained India in multiple ICC tournaments, including the Champions Trophy. His calm presence on the field and his ability to lead by example made him a great leader. While India did not win the tournament under his leadership, his contributions in shaping Indian cricket and leading from the front earned him a place among the best captains in Champions Trophy history.

6. Brendon McCullum (New Zealand)

Known for his aggressive and innovative captaincy, Brendon McCullum played a crucial role in New Zealand’s performance in the Champions Trophy. His attacking approach and fearless batting set the tone for his team, making them a strong contender in every edition they played under his leadership. McCullum’s influence went beyond just statistics, as he inspired his players to play with an aggressive mindset.

7. Misbah-ul-Haq (Pakistan)

A calm and composed leader, Misbah-ul-Haq guided Pakistan through several ICC tournaments, including the Champions Trophy. While he did not win the tournament as captain, his ability to marshal his resources and handle pressure situations made him one of Pakistan’s finest leaders. His legacy as a captain is defined by his resilience and tactical brilliance.

8. Alastair Cook (England)

Although Alastair Cook is best known for his achievements in Test cricket, he also played a key role in leading England in the Champions Trophy. His leadership in the 2013 edition saw England reach the final, only to fall short against India. Cook’s calm approach and ability to anchor innings made him a valuable leader for England in the tournament.

9. Arjuna Ranatunga (Sri Lanka)

Sri Lanka’s Arjuna Ranatunga was a captain who led with passion and determination. Under his leadership, Sri Lanka became a competitive force in ICC tournaments, including the Champions Trophy. His ability to unite the team and lead from the front made him one of the most respected captains in cricket history.

10. Virat Kohli (India)

While Virat Kohli did not win a Champions Trophy as captain, his leadership in the 2017 edition was commendable. He led India to the final with aggressive tactics and brilliant batting performances. Kohli’s passion and ability to inspire his team made him a standout leader, and his contribution to the tournament remains significant.

Conclusion

The Champions Trophy has seen some of the finest captains in cricket history, each bringing their own unique style of leadership. From MS Dhoni’s calmness to Ricky Ponting’s aggression, these captains have shaped the tournament and created unforgettable moments. As we look forward to the Champions Trophy 2025, cricket fans will be eager to see if a new leader can etch their name among the best captains in Champions Trophy history.

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WPL Winning Teams List: Past Champions & Final Results

The Women’s Premier League (WPL) has quickly become one of the most exciting and prestigious leagues in the world of women’s cricket. Since its inception, it has brought together the best female cricketers from around the globe to showcase their skills and fight for the ultimate prize. With thrilling matches, fierce rivalries, and unforgettable moments, the WPL has been a showcase of the future of women’s cricket.

In this blog, we’ll take a look at the WPL winning teams, highlight their championship victories, and revisit some of the most exciting final results from the league’s history. Whether you're a die-hard fan or new to the world of WPL, this breakdown will give you an insightful look into the league’s early years and the dominant teams that have made their mark.

1. WPL 2023: Mumbai Indians – The Inaugural Champions

The first season of WPL 2023 was historic in more ways than one. Not only did it mark the beginning of an exciting new era for women’s cricket, but it also gave us the first-ever champion of the league. Mumbai Indians (MI), led by the experienced Harmanpreet Kaur, dominated the competition and emerged as the inaugural WPL champions.

Final Match Results:

Mumbai Indians (MI): 131/3 (20 overs)

Delhi Capitals (DC): 130/9 (20 overs)

Match Highlights:

Mumbai Indians defeated Delhi Capitals by 7 wickets in a nail-biting final.

Nat Sciver-Brunt played a crucial role with both bat and ball, helping MI control the game.

The final was marked by a tight bowling performance, with Issy Wong and Alana King proving to be key figures in Mumbai’s attack.

MI’s victory in WPL 2023 marked a perfect start to the league, and the franchise demonstrated why they are one of the most successful teams in women’s cricket.

2. WPL 2023: Runner-Up – Delhi Capitals

While Delhi Capitals (DC) fell short in the inaugural WPL final, they had an impressive run in the league, making it all the way to the final. Led by Australian star Meg Lanning, DC was one of the most consistent teams in the tournament.

Final Match Results:

Delhi Capitals (DC): 130/9 (20 overs)

Mumbai Indians (MI): 131/3 (20 overs)

Season Highlights:

Meg Lanning’s leadership and Shafali Verma’s aggressive batting were key factors in DC’s successful campaign.

DC posted a competitive score in the final but ultimately fell short due to MI’s strong bowling attack.

Jemimah Rodrigues also impressed with her composed performances throughout the season.

Although they didn’t win the title, Delhi Capitals’ performance in WPL 2023 proved that they were one of the strongest teams and a contender for future seasons.

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3. WPL 2024: What to Expect?

As we look ahead to WPL 2024, the anticipation around the league is growing. With teams strengthening their squads and more international stars set to participate, the competition is expected to be even fiercer. Fans will be eager to see if Mumbai Indians can defend their title or if a new champion will emerge in the next season.

Key Teams to Watch in WPL 2024:

Mumbai Indians (MI): As the defending champions, MI will be looking to continue their dominant run in the league.

Delhi Capitals (DC): With their close loss in the final, DC will be aiming for revenge and the chance to take home the trophy.

Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB): With a star-studded squad, RCB will be one of the teams to watch.

The next season of WPL is shaping up to be a blockbuster, with many teams vying for the coveted title. It will be interesting to see which team comes out on top and whether a new champion will rise.

4. WPL Championship Records and Key Stats

Let’s dive into some interesting statistics and records from the WPL finals so far. From the highest run-scorer to the best bowling figures, the records from the first season are already setting a high bar for future performances.

WPL 2023 Key Stats:

Highest Team Score in Final: 131/3 by Mumbai Indians (MI)

Highest Individual Score in Final: Harmanpreet Kaur (Mumbai Indians) with 37 runs off 39 balls in the final.

Best Bowling Performance in Final: Issy Wong (Mumbai Indians) with 3 wickets for 22 runs in 4 overs, helping MI restrict DC to a manageable total.

As the league progresses, new records are likely to be set, and fans can look forward to more exciting performances in future finals.

5. Looking Ahead: The Future of WPL Champions

While WPL 2023 crowned Mumbai Indians as the first-ever champions, the future of the league promises even more thrilling moments. Teams are investing heavily in their squads, and more international players are expected to join the league. The competition is expected to intensify in the coming seasons, making it one of the most exciting women’s cricket leagues in the world.

As the league grows, we can expect more dramatic finals, new rivalries, and fresh faces lifting the WPL trophy. The WPL winning teams list will continue to evolve, with more franchises gunning for the title and adding to the rich history of the league.

Conclusion: Celebrating the WPL Champions

The WPL winning teams have set the stage for an incredible future for women’s cricket. From Mumbai Indians’ dominant performance in the first season to the fierce competition between teams, the league has quickly established itself as a major force in women’s sports.

As we look forward to future seasons, the excitement and anticipation surrounding the WPL final will only continue to grow. Whether you’re a fan of Mumbai Indians, Delhi Capitals, or another team, there’s no denying that the WPL is shaping the future of women’s cricket in ways never seen before.

Which team do you think will dominate the WPL in the upcoming seasons? Let us know your thoughts in the comments below!

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