Last night’s 175 from Sachin was brutal. It would have sent the biggest of the modern day hitters scurrying for cover dripping wet in their diaper.

What was so beautiful and fascinating about that innings was the ferocity of his game that turned up after 10 years of stuffing it in deep in his rather large trouser pockets, where his repertoire of strokes, bank passbooks are safely kept. It was the mid-90’s Sachin all over again and it brought me exact memories of the Australian series at Sharjah, where Kasprovich was tearing his head out on Sachin at his peak.

Now where in the world did this ferocity suddenly come from? For 10 years, I was one of those who hoped, cribbed and even complained to see that aggressive side of his batting shown, at least occasionally. All I got to see was totally polished, gracefully, well-constructed n-number of centuries that won India many matches in recent times and provided all the picturesque joy in watching poetry in motion.

Sachin himself had hinted several times that you might not ever see those aspects of his game coming out, as age, injuries, roles and maturity levels silently takes over those raging testosterones of youth.

And one fine day after 10 years, this ferocious anger pops up, as though it just went away for a quiet leak in the subway alleys.

The coincidence was remarkable. Michael Kasprovich, you beauty!

Now serving as a commentator, his mere presence somewhere in the stadium was enough for Sachin to bring out his raging bull horns from the mid 90’s.

A coincidence… Actually not. There is a scientific explanation to this theory relating to chemical imbalance and magnetic force fields that each of us possess and react to. Food, type of materials, magnetic objects, distance all make subtle impact in our moods, thoughts and actions. To simplify all this geeky stuff, I’m sure you would have come across instances where you naturally hate to be anywhere near a particular person and in some cases, even their mere presence would get you a hard on. Right! Now that is how the geeky stuff would relate… Ahem!

Kasprovich seem to possess a set of chemicals or a particular magnetic frequency which reacts with Sachin and gets him all enraged. It could be the tip of the pencil moustache that he has or that voluptuous backside of his. Further research will soon show the specifics.

Bottom line, there is no other explanation to Sachin’s vicious assault last night. It was Sharjah all over again and there is only that one common constant between now and then. You know who it is.

So if any would like Sachin to bat like this in the future tours, you know what to do. Get Kasprovich or better buy a Cricketfizz Michael Kasprovich talisman chain which you can wear around your neck and show it to Sachin like in those horror flicks.

That will get him going and if you are lucky he might sneak in a few ‘maa-ki’s’ too breaking away from the mundane ‘milestone’ or ‘my best innings so far’ quotes.

The flip side though (yes there are side effects) is that India may not win, which brings us to the question of the remaining 10 guys in the team.

I know. Severely imbalanced. 3 runs good grief! I’ll forgive them though. It could have been really humiliating.

Pretty stupid isn’t it?