As a Rohit Sharma fan, the months leading up to November 2014 were confusing, frustrating and at times emotional. One day, he’d remind us why we fell in love with his batting with those effortless flicks and the lazy elegance. And the next, he’d be gone for 4, poking outside off, and we’d be left staring at the screen, asking why, Ro? After that magical 209 against Australia in 2013, we thought the beast had been unlocked for good. But then came the injuries and the missed series. A few promising knocks in England, some starts that felt like something big was coming but it never quite arrived. The talent was never in question but the consistency? Even we, his biggest believers, were getting restless. We knew what he could do, and that it was just a matter of time. And then… that one innings… the innings that changed everything.
Sri Lanka had come in for a last-minute ODI series, and India were cruising 3–0 up already. Kohli was in form, Rayudu had notched up a solid century, and the team looked settled. But still, for us-Rohit fans, those first three games were like watching a play without your favorite character on stage. He wasn’t in the XI, recovering, waiting, preparing, and as much as we loved seeing India dominate, we were also hoping to see him return in 4th. When he was finally named in the playing XI, it was a relief to see him back. No big build-up, no drama, just a comeback. We didn’t know what to expect, he hadn’t played an international game in months. No one thought he’d steal the show but deep down, a voice inside every Rohit fan must have whispered, what if today is the day?
When Rohit walked out to bat that day, there was no swagger. No fireworks. Just a quiet focus. He took guard like a man easing back into something familiar but distant. The first few overs? Honestly, they were scratchy. He looked… rusty! The timing wasn’t quite there, a couple of mistimed drives, a few dots that felt like they lasted forever. And then, the dropped catch! he was just on 4. For a split second, it felt like déjà vu, another promising start, another untimely end. But fate had other plans, maybe the cricket gods blinked, maybe Eden Gardens whispered, “Not today”. Because something shifted after that drop. Rohit didn’t explode, not yet. But he began to settle. He started finding the middle of the bat, the feet moved lighter and the eyes got sharper. And we as fans leaned in, quietly hoping and daring to believe.
The runs started flowing, quietly at first. A flick here, a punch there. He reached his fifty without much fuss, almost under the radar. No big celebration, just a gentle raise of the bat. But for us fans, it wasn’t ‘just a fifty’, It was reassurance. It was rhythm returning, it was him returning. Each over, he looked a little more like the Rohit we knew, the one who made batting look like poetry in motion. And then, like a tide rising slowly, it began. Boundaries started coming more often, the timing, oh the timing, it was back. That signature lofted shot over extra cover, the delicate late cut, the effortless pickup pull it was all back. By the time he entered the 70s and 80s, Eden Gardens had found its voice. And so had we, watching from our homes, our hostels, our offices, wherever we were. The 100 came with a roar. His second ODI century against Sri Lanka. And yet, something about his celebration-calm, almost reserved, hinting that he wasn’t done yet.
After the century, the air around Eden Gardens changed. The crowd, which had been steadily buzzing, behaved like it was a World Cup final. Every boundary drew a louder cheer. Every single he took brought fans on their feet. You could hear the anticipation, the belief, the electricity. It felt like he had all the time in the world, like he was seeing the ball as big as a football. We all sensed something insane was unfolding but little did we know the magnitude of what it was.
The world outside the screen didn’t exist anymore. He moved from 110 to 130 in a blink, and suddenly, it wasn’t just clean batting, it was dominance. He was toying with the field. Finding gaps, creating angles, playing late, lofting straight shots. It felt like he had unlocked some cheat code no one else had access to. And when he reached 150, Eden erupted in awe. You could see people in the crowd standing with hands on their heads, laughing, shouting, unable to process it. And honestly, I was the same. I was laughing out of joy. Shaking my head. I knew I was witnessing something historic and yet, I had no idea how much more was still to come.
At 150, you’d think the man would need a breather to soak it in. But no, Rohit in fact was just getting warmed up. What followed was not batting, it was a storm dressed in calm. Sri Lanka looked lost, like they didn’t know where to bowl, what to do, or even how to react. Yorkers were turned into full tosses, slower balls disappeared over deep mid-wicket and the gaps in the field started to feel useless. There was no stopping him now. And as a fan, I didn’t know what to feel anymore. I wasn’t just cheering anymore, I was overwhelmed. In awe, Speechless!!!
Commentators seemed speechless, he was literally batting on another level. The sound inside Eden Gardens was no longer noise, it was a breathing tribute to the carnage unfolding in front of them. When he moved into the 190s, it didn’t feel tense, it felt inevitable. There was no question of if he’d get to 200. Only how far he’d go beyond it.
And then, he did it. Again. A second double century in ODIs. Something that no one had ever done in the history of the game. And this one oh, this one, was a thing of pure legend. The bat raised. The helmet off. That tired smile. That humble celebration. He wasn’t screaming, he wasn’t flexing, he just soaked it in. Like a man who knew he entered a place no one had ever been to. We screamed, we punched the air, we stood up wherever we were and applauded a TV screen. Because that is what greatness does to you, it makes you forget everything else.
Even after he reached 200, I thought maybe, just maybe he is done now. But Rohit? He wasn’t, not even close. And somewhere, deep down, none of us wanted him to stop either. Because this wasn’t just an innings anymore, it was a moment, ‘A once-in-a-lifetime’ kind of moment. One where time felt suspended, where the scoreboard seemed broken and where the boundaries didn’t look big enough. I was just sitting still by this time, not blinking. May be just whispering, go on, Rohit… keep going…
And then began, what I’d like to call ‘the final assault’. Like a man possessed. Balls started disappearing, not over the ropes, but into realms we couldn’t comprehend. Sri Lanka had completely lost the plot. He wasn’t just picking gaps anymore, he was picking fans to gift souvenirs to. Four after four! Six after six! Eden Gardens was chaos. The crowd wasn’t cheering, they were howling. It felt like the entire stadium was vibrating with every shot. Commentators were searching for words amazed at how surreal the innings felt. It was real. It was live.
By the time he crossed 230, I stopped keeping track. It didn’t feel like cricket anymore, it felt like something mythical. He crossed 250. And I was thinking to myself: Is this even allowed? The highest individual score in the history of ODI cricket. When he finally got out, it didn’t wasn’t a dismissal, it an exhale. 264 it was. Like the ending of a dream, you didn’t want to wake up from. Rohit Sharma walked off to a standing ovation, and rightly so. He hadn’t just broken a record, he had bent the rules of reality.
264 wasn’t just a number that day, it was a statement, a redemption arc. A roar from a man who had been doubted, dismissed, written off more times than he deserved. For Rohit, it was more than runs, it was closure. It was a reminder to the world, and maybe even to himself, of what he was truly capable of. For us fans, it was validation of every argument we had defending him. Every time we said, “Just wait, his day will come.” And for cricket, it was history. It reminded everyone that this sport, even after all these years, can still surprise you. That in a world of stats and matchups, sometimes magic takes over. Rohit Sharma didn’t just break a record that day, he gave cricket one of its most unforgettable chapters. A chapter we still revisit. A chapter we still feel in our bones.
The aftermath? It was mayhem. Beautiful, glorious mayhem. The moment Rohit’s innings ended at 264, the world of cricket seemed to pause, as if it was trying to process what had just happened. And then, it erupted. Twitter didn’t just trend his name, it worshipped it. “Rohit Sharma 264” was everywhere. Instagram flooded in with sixes, celebrations, and fan edits in slow motion. There were memes, there were tributes all trying to capture the shock and wonder of what we’d just seen. Former legends tweeted with wide-eyed emojis, calling it “superhuman,” “unreal,” “a knock from another universe.” Even the usually stoic commentators could barely find the words. And Virat? You could see it on his face in the post-match, that smile, that head shake. Even he couldn’t quite believe what his teammate had done.
But for us fans, it was something else entirely. We were floating, our phones were blowing up, WhatsApp groups pinging nonstop, people typing in all caps, voice notes filled with screaming. We were all saying the same thing in different ways: Did that really happen? Are you kidding me? What did we just witness?!
News channels dropped their regular programming, it was just Rohit’s innings on loop. And we didn’t mind. We watched it again… and again… and again. Every shot, every flick, every roar from Eden Gardens we watched it over and over again. What about the Records? He didn’t just break them, he rewrote them, like rules.
- Highest Individual Score in ODI Cricket
- First Batsman to Score Two Double Centuries in ODIs
- Most fours in an ODI innings.
- Most Runs Scored via Boundaries in an ODI Innings.
- Most Boundaries (Fours + Sixes) in an ODI Innings
- Largest Margin Between Top Two Scorers in an ODI Innings
- Most Balls Faced in an ODI Innings.
- Most runs contributed by a single batter in a team total in ODI history.
Beyond the stats and accolades, what stayed with us was the feeling. That rare feeling when sport reaches into your soul and reminds you why you fell in love with it in the first place. We weren’t just spectators that day, we were witnesses to something eternal. A miracle dressed as an innings. A knock that didn’t just entertain, it moved us.
Years have passed since that unforgettable day at Eden Gardens, but the echoes of Rohit Sharma’s 264 still live within every cricket fan’s heart. We’ve seen him do incredible things since then. We’ve watched him lift ICC trophies, lead India, score more double centuries, and rewrite record books with that signature calm on his face. And yet, whenever we think of Rohit, and what he truly means to us, our mind always travels back to that November afternoon in 2014. That innings wasn’t just about runs, it was about belief, about patience, about a man who took all the noise, all the doubts and turned them into cheers that are still ringing in our ears.
Now, the timeline has shifted. He’s no longer the young prodigy trying to prove himself. He’s the elder statesman, The captain. He’s retired from T20Is and Tests, a sign that the final overs of his career are approaching. But he hasn’t walked away from ODIs yet. And for fans like me, that still means hope. Hope that we’ll see him walk out in blue one more time on the biggest stage, the ODI World Cup. One last dance. One final chapter. Maybe a farewell soaked in legacy and grace. Because even now, after all these years, Rohit Sharma represents something rare – a quiet fire, a timeless class, a batsman that doesn’t just entertain, but changes the definition of it.
And maybe… just maybe… there’s still one story left for him to write. And we’ll be there, like always, watching, cheering, believing.
Because some innings don’t just live in the record books, they live in us.
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References:
https://www.cricketcountry.com/articles/rohit-sharmas-264-vs-sri-lanka-statistical-analysis-211322/
https://diprajblog.com/2024/11/13/rohits-264-at-eden-garden-my-memorable-day-in-life/