Daughter of Chairman PCB Najam Sethi and The Pakistani performing artist Mira Sethi, posted a delightfully composed post on Facebook about her dad after the PSL Final that held in Lahore at Gaddafi Stadium.
Mira says that she isn’t usually the person who writes about his father on social media because he is a famous person but because her feelings towards him might not be felt by everyone else.
“ I try not to write or debate or pitch in about my father on public forums because he’s a public figure and what I feel for and about him- affection, love, pride, amusement/bemusement- may not be what others feel( certainly in that order). Today I am emotional. I am sitting at Gaddafi Stadium with goosebumps on my arms”.
#Repost @mira.sethi ・・・ I try not to write or debate or pitch in about my father on public forums because he's a public figure and what I feel for and about him — affection, love, pride, amusement/bemusement — may not be what others feel (certainly in that order). Today I am emotional. I am sitting in Qaddafi stadium with goosebumps on my arms. I'm not a huge cricket watcher. I watch T20s because they're short and fun. I also really like Misbah. He's a graceful man. I am emotional today because the energy in the stadium is electric. Everyone is smiling. A girl of 6 waved at me from her stand above: "Mira baji!" A huge grin on her face. Her mother beside her, waving, smiling, laughing, actually. 25,000 Pakistanis — young and old and men and women and excitement-addled children — are here. Some of the kids are too young to know or be obsessed with cricket: but they're smiling because their parents are smiling: Something Good Is Happening. They want to be a part of it. A week ago I went up to Abu's study at 1 am. He was stressed out. Some foreign players had refused to play in Lahore. The franchise owners had concerns. Pakistanis were worried. Abu was pacing in his nightsuit, a creme-coloured khaddar shalwar kameez he has worn since I was a child. I hugged him and told him that, actually, I was worried too. And I was. It was a perfectly legitimate concern. There was a lot to take care of. And today, here I am, sitting in Qaddafi stadium, the crowds roaring, doing "waves," countdowns, chants, engaged in selfie-itus that would give our actresses a run for their money. I went up to Abu and squeezed his hand. "You're wearing a woolen suit," I said. "It's too hot for this type of suit." "I don't feel hot at all," he laughed. I knew exactly what he meant: his mind and heart had expanded with joy. Heat? What heat? His mind was somewhere else. The stadium is lit up. Pakistan is lit up. May this flicker grow into a steady ray that arcs over this land. I love you, Pakistan. Pakistan Zindabad. #PSL #Pakistan