Call us all kinds of names, if you will, but one thing we're not is bad losers. No wonder Indians are among the happiest people in the world. Winning or losing, we take it all in our stride.
Some might argue against such non-aggressive acceptance of defeat and its corrosive, long-term effect on our national killer instinct, but we can be as gracious in victory as after a thorough pasting.
This is something that can't be said, at least not with any credible conviction, about certain others.
Now if all of Ricky Ponting's glowering and his miffed refusal to provide V V S Laxman with a runner in the second Test match were not enough, there's the curious matter of a suicidal washing machine hurling itself from the eighth floor of the Commonwealth Games Village along with other random acts of vandalism that followed the very same Test.
Two things stand out here.
One, despite all the earlier brouhaha over the supposedly iffy and under-equipped Games Village, it certainly wasn't the machine's wash cycle that had anything to do with it.
Two, golden bounties aside, it is still cricket that makes some hearts tick. How else would you explain the strange wreckage that followed Sachin Tendulkar's 49th ton on the way to India's clean sweep of the recent Test series?
Well, regime change is never easy and as various Indian sports and their stars begin usurping thrones warmed by long-reigning behinds, we'll do well to learn to be gracious in victory, while watching out for those sour grapes being hurled in our direction. That shouldn't be too tough for us underdogs.
After all we've been sitting on the bench and awaiting our turn long enough to have watched the world from the other side. Now if only some of the others would learn to get comfortable on that hard old bench.