How much would the current emerging cricketers make up for the departing legends who served the country with such passion, excellence, dedication, commitment (short of any no of adjectives here) that our Heros Sourav Dada and Kumble accomplished in their international arena. Despite the victories of Indian cricket team, the fact that we are going to miss our beloved cricketers dada and jumbo hurts. I have grown up watching them play and always tried to mimic their signature shots while practicing, if not in the matches. Don’t know how it is going to be when Sachin hangs up his boots :( which I think is not too far given the frequent recurrences of injuries to his body! The events of the last few weeks are freaking me out. Anil and Sourav are gone and the other three may not be far behind. I assume there is a large group of cricket fans in their mid-to-late 20s, like me, who are grappling with the implications. This transition is messing with our minds. I remember the early days hmmm I Think the 1996 world cup which Lanka won, when TV sets were new in my place and We skipped a class or two, took long breaks between special classes while preparing for board exams of 7th class in the evening, to watch matches in the house beside our school wall. I remember Shantan and I literally weeping when India lost the match in the Semis ( The Desilva factor which came Between India and Victory! ).Sachin Tendulkar spoilt us. He commanded that we sit in front of the television sets. He ensured we got late with homework, he took care of our lunch-break discussions. He was not all that much older than us, and some of us naive schoolboys thought we would achieve similar feats when we were 16. We got to 16 and continued to struggle with homework. Then came Kumble and the two undertook a teenager-pampering mission not seen in India before. Sachin walked on water, Jumbo parted seas. Our mothers were happy that we had nice heroes - One down-to-earth prodigy and the other studious brilliant bespectacled engineer. They were honest, industrious sportsmen, embodying the middle class. We were such spoil brats that we pined for openers and fast bowlers. We cursed the side for not winning abroad.We thought India would win only if Sachin scores, and it was so many a time, we chided them when they did not perform. Such greed. Economists would probably have predicted the bursting of the bubble. We had a deluge instead. One fine day at Lord's we got a glimpse of two new saviors: Delicate Timing and Immaculate Technique. Suddenly my group of eight friends was split into two camps. You were either with Ganguly or Dravid. In that period we even took Kumble and Tendulkar for granted. It was adolescent indulgence taken to the extreme. When we played cricket on the streets, we had a number of choices. Left-handers were thrilled, defensive batsmen were happy, extravagant stroke-makers were delighted, the short boys didn't need to feel left out anymore, spectacles became cool, and freaky bowling actions were no more laughed at. Now, after close to 20 years, my generation needs to brace itself for this exodus. Some of my friends, crazy as this sounds, have been talking of needing to reevaluate their own careers. Others are realizing they need to recalibrate their childhood definitions of cricket. "Part of me just died," said a college friend who was the kind of extreme cricket buff who memorized scorecards. "No Dada, no Jumbo. I'm positive I'll stop watching after Sachin and Rahul retire." These players were not only outstanding cricketers but also great statesmen. However hard they competed, they were always exceptional role models. "Our childhood is ending," said a friend from school, and in some way he was probably spot on. Tendulkar's retirement may mean a lot of things to a lot of people, but for a generation of 25- to 30-year-olds it will mark the end of the first part of their lives. Switching on the television the day after will be a serious challenge. All this Bragging about cricket would seem senseless to some one who do not know how people in India have cricket attached to their hearts ( John and dave its for you !) (bechaaraa US friends,chood doo !) .It’s time to say goodbye to the best bowler India has ever had. Anil Kumble was not born a spinner. But it’s his never say die attitude that has resulted in most Indian test victories. If Sachin is God, Kumble is my favorite cricketer. I am greatly inspired by his determination to bowl until the match is over; most give up when opposition is heading to victory. This has been an era of remarkable spinners topped by Warne and Muralitharan but Kumble isn’t far away from them. Hope the young Indian bowling guns follow in his footsteps. Goodbye Jumbo! A special mention to Saurav Chandidas Ganguly, aka Dada! He must be the most controversial Indian cricketer ever but also he is arguably the most successful captain we’ve ever had. He may be blamed for losing his position in the team on his row with former coach Greg Chappell. But one cannot simply ignore a batsman who has over 7k runs in tests and over 11k runs in one-dayers. I will never forget the sixes he would hit straight down the ground off the spinners. Half of my heart is broken and I can't imagine the day when the rest of them call it a day specially Sachin ! Yes! Cricket is a religion here and I feel like loosing my religion. Two legends depart, more to follow?