India, June 23 -- Covering the 1983 World Cup was a journey of discovery and self-discovery. I was 27, recently turned father, and still dithering over whether to make my law degree the fulcrum of existence, or my passion for cricket at the then measly salary of Rs.500 per month. But England and the World Cup was a once-in-four-years event, which I may not get to ever report on again. You live only once, I told myself. The plunge had to be taken, whatever the stresses....