If my Google search serves me right, I remember cribbing how Tendulkar evoked only awe, not argument and was too polite to polarize.
By and large, I observed he was far from a debater's delight.
But that was clearly another era when Australia held Ashes, Phillip Hughes did not twitter and Dhoni didn't own a Hummer.
Since then, as if to atone for his lack of form, Tendulkar has come out with some jaw-droppers, eyeball-poppers and mind-bogglers that cleared the cobwebs to offer a clear vision of his fascinating persona.
I was particularly intrigued by his recent comment that his bat speaks to him.
Tendulkar understands the languages of wood, and dead one at that!
I guess the Tendulkar household at La-Mer doesn't even raise a precursory eyebrow when one of his bats walks out of the storeroom to greet a groggy Tendulkar a polite 'Good morning sir'.
Or when it reappears at the end of the day to bid him a courteous 'Good night sir'.
Move over Dr Doolittle. Dr Little Master is here!