The year is 2016

A eleven-year old kid was watching the India Vs Australia ODI live on TV.

"Its 9pm already. When will Papa come? He has already missed Virat Kohli's half
century."

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"Maa, Papa has come!", said the excited kid.

The thirty-five year old man loosened his tie, and sat on the sofa. His wife brought
some lemonade for him. Taking the glass, he asked, "What's the score?". "Its 175-1,
Pa". The drinks break completed, the sponsors' advertisements over, the match
returned live.

The Australian fast bowler bowled an excellent yorker and Virat was clean bowled.

"Oh! And there is Kohli, three short of a century, what would have been an excellent
hundred.", said Harsha Bhogle.

The father looked at his son. The son was a bit sad, but shrugged and said, "Don't
worry, Dad. Kohli is out, but the score is good, and we have a finisher who is in
form!".

The father smiled. "Yes son, the match has just started."

Let us see what it was like in 1996.

A eleven-year old kid was watching the India Vs Australia ODI live on TV.

"Its 9pm already. When will Papa come? He has already missed Sachin's half
century."

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"Maa, Papa has come!", said the excited kid.

The thirty-five year old man kept his suitcase aside, and sat on the chair. His wife
brought some lemonade for him. Taking the glass, he asked, "What's Sachin's
score?". "Sachin is on 91, Pa". The drinks break completed, the sponsors'
advertisements over, the match returned live.

The Australian fast bowler bowled an excellent bouncer and Sachin was caught out,
as he mistimed a pull shot.

"Oh! And there is Sachin, nine short of a century, what would have been an excellent
century.", said Harsha Bhogle.
The father looked at his son. The son was a very sad, and looked at his dad for hope.
"Now what, Dad? Sachin is out.". Tears were starting to form in the little child's eyes.

The father walked to the TV, switched off and removed the plug. "Sachin is out.
Enough cricket for today. Go and sleep now." His face was solemn.

The kid, understood his fathers feelings, and went to bed. He thought about that
careless shot. He controlled his tears, as his mother caressed him.

The father, still in the hall, shook his head, "The match is over."

This is a humble attempt to potray the difference between Sachin and Virat. Both
might be excellent cricketers, no doubt. Maybe Virat will break Sachin's records some
day (some, no one can beat all of them).

Virat is a star, Sachin is an emotion!