THE jinx is broken: Mohammed Azharuddin and his boys have consigned every accepted perception about their team to the dustbin. That they can't muster a huge total if Sachin Tendulkar doesn't chip in with a ton. That they can't scuttle a side out if Javagal Srinath doesn't do it forthem. That they can't field. That they can't catch. That they can't beat Pakistan. Why, one lonely man in Bombay sipping his warm Heineken who threatened to play spoilsport and even once suspected the skipper's credentials while taking on our friendly neigh-bourhood rivals must be wondering if cricket isn't a great leveller.