What shall I put down in my secret diary? If I can drown my sorrow in song, it would be “Yeh kya hua, kaise hua, kab hua, kyon hua...” or better “Ek dil ke tukde hazar hue, koi yahan gira, koi wahan gira....” How much can this heart bear? Out of the BCCI selection committee after just one year when I was supposed to be in it for three years? The jinx on the Amarnath name continues. Why me? As a player, despite doing well, the same damn thing used to happen. In for one Test, out for the next three. Then I would come back and be hailed as the Comeback Man! But I never thought this would continue in my career as national selector also.