People often accuse me of being very morose when there is no need to be so. Well, this time, they won’t. Though there is no room for humor since we lost the match, it is funny in a different way. As one of our able commentators (and ironically, the umpire too) put. “This match wasn’t won either by runs or wickets”. Well, I must tell him, brother, we are different.
Fundoo! Don’t know what they meant, this game of cricket was mutilated until there was no essence of the game left in it. Well, I cannot understand completely on why I signed in for it. I guess it was due to one of my able friends who decided to form a team, motivate and ultimately ditch us for attending his “moo bola” sister’s marriage. How can someone make a sister in college? Guess what he would have said to her – “Hi, Can you be my sister???” Anyways, he’s different ;).
It was chilly winter night (and I am going back to my usual morose narrating self), and we, after endlessly discussing strategies for the game (some even scripted songs to boost the team morale) decided to gear up for the match. I hopped into my Nikes and track pants; I guess I was using them for their true purpose for the first time. As we walked towards the stadium, I could hear some of my teammates narrating their victory tales, and some humming a famous song from Lagaan. Cricket, even if played with the dearest of friends for fun is taken too seriously in this part of the world, I thought. As we reached the well lit volley ball court transformed into a cricket pitch we found that it was already occupied. The referee quickly tried to sum up the absurd sounding rules. As we waited for him to finish, we exchanged silent albeit hostile glances with the opponent team. We won the toss and elected to bat and all our batsmen did a fantastic job taking the total net score to 67 in 7 Overs losing 0 wickets. Surprising! The rules were like that. So far so good, things were to change now.
Our bowlers (including myself) swore that they have done formal bowling for their respective college teams before. Some even went to an extent of revealing their past associations with some of the national players. Just when our captain thought that we are in safe hands, our motley crew started revealing their true colors. For a moment, I got confused on which team we were playing for. I promptly walked to the bowler to remind him of team diligence and the negative aftermaths of match fixing.
Things didn’t change. I guess the opposite team adopted some kind of voodoo technique to alter the thinking pattern of our bowlers. After conceding over a half century in extras we finally completed the match 14 minutes late.
We lost, with dignity!
Fundoo! Don’t know what they meant, this game of cricket was mutilated until there was no essence of the game left in it. Well, I cannot understand completely on why I signed in for it. I guess it was due to one of my able friends who decided to form a team, motivate and ultimately ditch us for attending his “moo bola” sister’s marriage. How can someone make a sister in college? Guess what he would have said to her – “Hi, Can you be my sister???” Anyways, he’s different ;).
It was chilly winter night (and I am going back to my usual morose narrating self), and we, after endlessly discussing strategies for the game (some even scripted songs to boost the team morale) decided to gear up for the match. I hopped into my Nikes and track pants; I guess I was using them for their true purpose for the first time. As we walked towards the stadium, I could hear some of my teammates narrating their victory tales, and some humming a famous song from Lagaan. Cricket, even if played with the dearest of friends for fun is taken too seriously in this part of the world, I thought. As we reached the well lit volley ball court transformed into a cricket pitch we found that it was already occupied. The referee quickly tried to sum up the absurd sounding rules. As we waited for him to finish, we exchanged silent albeit hostile glances with the opponent team. We won the toss and elected to bat and all our batsmen did a fantastic job taking the total net score to 67 in 7 Overs losing 0 wickets. Surprising! The rules were like that. So far so good, things were to change now.
Our bowlers (including myself) swore that they have done formal bowling for their respective college teams before. Some even went to an extent of revealing their past associations with some of the national players. Just when our captain thought that we are in safe hands, our motley crew started revealing their true colors. For a moment, I got confused on which team we were playing for. I promptly walked to the bowler to remind him of team diligence and the negative aftermaths of match fixing.
Things didn’t change. I guess the opposite team adopted some kind of voodoo technique to alter the thinking pattern of our bowlers. After conceding over a half century in extras we finally completed the match 14 minutes late.
We lost, with dignity!
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