Just a little crap before I come to the point. In the start of 2008 I wasn’t too interested in blogging as something else was keeping me deeply engrossed. This too will come on the blog. The other topics will be based on politics, character sketch of my teachers.
So this one is based on my cricketing career which expectedly sunk before it took off. Coming to the point, our second round match was against EC 2nd yr students on Tuesday, 5 feb but as we reached the venue 5 minutes late (although we started missing classes 3 hours prior to the match using this excuse) our matched was postponed to Wednesday, 6 feb. One of the bowlers (previous match ‘captain’) was unwell and not playing so the balance of the team went haywire, although I would have played no matter what ever problem I was facing, and I indeed did so. Tons and tons of volini gel went waste as that back pain was there as it is.
We were distraught to lose the toss and bat first cause most teams batting 2nd won and we too were planning that way. Our openers started nicely but soon lost track. Both of them went cheaply and then came Mandal, our rahul dravid, who was adjudged LBW even though the ball hit him high on the knee roll and he was 15 inches outside the crease as there was a sort of crater near the popping crease. After that came Piyush who was a lefty. The rival captain placed more men on the off side for him although he is a very strong leg side player and that is what happened as the first ball to him (a full toss) was hit for six over mid wicket. But soon he was also wrongly adjudged LBW and like this we continuously lost wickets.
Shantanu (sutta boy) told the 4th year umpire –“Abe out nahin hai yaar”, but to no avail as calling a 4th year ‘yaar’ is a serious enough offence to be punished for. Then came Rahul Mishra (misra jee) who got run out without facing a ball. When asked why he wasn’t seeing the other batsmen, he simply answered that he couldn’t see him as he was wearing a helmet. The straightness of his answer ended our anger on his dismissal and we all broke out in a huge laughter although the situation demanded some tears. Wickets continued to fall and I started preparing for my innings as if I was destined to make it big. I was shocked to over hear a couple of players saying that they were thinking of drafting the unfit ex-captain in my place even when I was the next and the last person to go to bat. But I got saved as they didn’t think that replacing a bowler with another one will make that much of a difference.
Soon came my chance of batting, but this got delayed as the gloves given to me had lose straps. I was at the non strikers end and the first bowl went in the outfield for a single but my partner was thinking of holding the strike, so he was a bit resistant to run but in the end managed to run. The throw came at my end and I was safe but the fielders appealed and without taking notice of the square leg umpire went off the field celebrating. At last after some arbitration, they came back and I was ready to face my first ball. It was a fast full toss straight onto the stumps and I hit it decently well over the bowler’s head for a couple of runs. For the next ball, the bowler came round the wicket and the fielders started shouting that the batsman is in fear, so get his wicket. This enraged me and I once again came in two minds, whether to play or not and got bowled in the same way as in the first innings.
Once again that disappointment, that faltering at expectations. The worst thing is that if we could have played sensibly, we could have surely added around 25 runs in those 5 remaining overs out of 20, but this wasn’t acceptable to God. So we came up on the field all charged up determined to save our meager target of 98 in 20 overs. Our bowlers slogged hard but to no avail. I was sent to mid on and when the first shot came towards me, the batsmen tried to pressurize me by running but I remained calm and cleanly collected and threw the ball on the stumps. It hit the helmet kept in contact with the stumps and it was obviously understood that in its absence, the bowl would have gone onto hit the stumps. But the seniors being seniors revolted and instead asked for 5 runs for hitting the helmet, being given out totally out of the question. We revolted by saying that the helmet wasn’t kept by us but they were in no mood to lesson and literally gave themselves not out. Our team thought of staging a walk-out but preferred to wait for another such decision.
But from then on, the seniors played sensibly and reached the half way mark. I was introduced as the first change bowler but due to that terrible pain, made no impact and bowled a dolly which was hoisted for six over extra cover. We managed to get some wickets although the so called best fielders repeatedly made mistakes, dropping catches, not collecting the ball cleanly which resulted in more disappointment. The only freshness was that of Piyush who was intending to bowl 2 more overs after his stipulated quota of 4 overs but that wasn’t to be as the match ended exactly after his stipulated spell got complete. The seniors had made easy meat of us by chasing this total in 10 overs flat. Our only consolation is that none of the first years apart from IT which has one of the strongest teams in the league are into the third round. This wasn’t it as I also forgot to collect my rough copy which was being used to keep the scores and had some very good questions of quizzing. Now the point to see is whether this time I will be able to get my share of refreshment which wasn’t given last time.
There was more disappointment for me in store as I also lost my table tennis match against the decent 2nd year player although luck favoured me as I got around 6-7 net points, 3 of these consecutive. All this was bringing my opponent to tears but he somehow clinched the match through tie-breaker in the third and final set.
Inspite of all this I see light at the end of the tunnel. I have found a new sport, a new challenge, a game where I am the king. Where the opposition detests seeing me coming into the arena and celebrates as if it is party time when I fail. And the game is …
CLASSROOM CRICKET
This may sound funny to you but this is something in which I am the best, the Champion of the Champions. Here I take spectacular catches, effect breathtaking runouts, bowl teasing spin with all my armoury of the straighter ones, doosras, flippers and make some match winning bowling and fielding changes. Here I am the master of sledging who knows how to get on the nerve of the opposition although I hardly have to do this as my batting is enough to make them feel like jackasses. Although I am a righty, but here I prefer to bat left handed so that it is easier to just shut my eyes and blast with all my might towards the leg side whereas the right handers have to make room for themselves to play freely which is not possible when I target their body, and if the batsmen is capable of doing it, I use my ‘BRAHMASTRA’; a ball which is bowled to an attacking batsman and that goes straight into the nearest pillar and comes back without getting near to the batsman who then readies to kill me if I don’t bowl the next ball legitimately which obviously I don’t.
So fans bend down and salute the 'Master Of The Game’. If you have the audacity of entering a Lion’s den, then come up and have a game, you will soon realize your mistake.
So this one is based on my cricketing career which expectedly sunk before it took off. Coming to the point, our second round match was against EC 2nd yr students on Tuesday, 5 feb but as we reached the venue 5 minutes late (although we started missing classes 3 hours prior to the match using this excuse) our matched was postponed to Wednesday, 6 feb. One of the bowlers (previous match ‘captain’) was unwell and not playing so the balance of the team went haywire, although I would have played no matter what ever problem I was facing, and I indeed did so. Tons and tons of volini gel went waste as that back pain was there as it is.
We were distraught to lose the toss and bat first cause most teams batting 2nd won and we too were planning that way. Our openers started nicely but soon lost track. Both of them went cheaply and then came Mandal, our rahul dravid, who was adjudged LBW even though the ball hit him high on the knee roll and he was 15 inches outside the crease as there was a sort of crater near the popping crease. After that came Piyush who was a lefty. The rival captain placed more men on the off side for him although he is a very strong leg side player and that is what happened as the first ball to him (a full toss) was hit for six over mid wicket. But soon he was also wrongly adjudged LBW and like this we continuously lost wickets.
Shantanu (sutta boy) told the 4th year umpire –“Abe out nahin hai yaar”, but to no avail as calling a 4th year ‘yaar’ is a serious enough offence to be punished for. Then came Rahul Mishra (misra jee) who got run out without facing a ball. When asked why he wasn’t seeing the other batsmen, he simply answered that he couldn’t see him as he was wearing a helmet. The straightness of his answer ended our anger on his dismissal and we all broke out in a huge laughter although the situation demanded some tears. Wickets continued to fall and I started preparing for my innings as if I was destined to make it big. I was shocked to over hear a couple of players saying that they were thinking of drafting the unfit ex-captain in my place even when I was the next and the last person to go to bat. But I got saved as they didn’t think that replacing a bowler with another one will make that much of a difference.
Soon came my chance of batting, but this got delayed as the gloves given to me had lose straps. I was at the non strikers end and the first bowl went in the outfield for a single but my partner was thinking of holding the strike, so he was a bit resistant to run but in the end managed to run. The throw came at my end and I was safe but the fielders appealed and without taking notice of the square leg umpire went off the field celebrating. At last after some arbitration, they came back and I was ready to face my first ball. It was a fast full toss straight onto the stumps and I hit it decently well over the bowler’s head for a couple of runs. For the next ball, the bowler came round the wicket and the fielders started shouting that the batsman is in fear, so get his wicket. This enraged me and I once again came in two minds, whether to play or not and got bowled in the same way as in the first innings.
Once again that disappointment, that faltering at expectations. The worst thing is that if we could have played sensibly, we could have surely added around 25 runs in those 5 remaining overs out of 20, but this wasn’t acceptable to God. So we came up on the field all charged up determined to save our meager target of 98 in 20 overs. Our bowlers slogged hard but to no avail. I was sent to mid on and when the first shot came towards me, the batsmen tried to pressurize me by running but I remained calm and cleanly collected and threw the ball on the stumps. It hit the helmet kept in contact with the stumps and it was obviously understood that in its absence, the bowl would have gone onto hit the stumps. But the seniors being seniors revolted and instead asked for 5 runs for hitting the helmet, being given out totally out of the question. We revolted by saying that the helmet wasn’t kept by us but they were in no mood to lesson and literally gave themselves not out. Our team thought of staging a walk-out but preferred to wait for another such decision.
But from then on, the seniors played sensibly and reached the half way mark. I was introduced as the first change bowler but due to that terrible pain, made no impact and bowled a dolly which was hoisted for six over extra cover. We managed to get some wickets although the so called best fielders repeatedly made mistakes, dropping catches, not collecting the ball cleanly which resulted in more disappointment. The only freshness was that of Piyush who was intending to bowl 2 more overs after his stipulated quota of 4 overs but that wasn’t to be as the match ended exactly after his stipulated spell got complete. The seniors had made easy meat of us by chasing this total in 10 overs flat. Our only consolation is that none of the first years apart from IT which has one of the strongest teams in the league are into the third round. This wasn’t it as I also forgot to collect my rough copy which was being used to keep the scores and had some very good questions of quizzing. Now the point to see is whether this time I will be able to get my share of refreshment which wasn’t given last time.
There was more disappointment for me in store as I also lost my table tennis match against the decent 2nd year player although luck favoured me as I got around 6-7 net points, 3 of these consecutive. All this was bringing my opponent to tears but he somehow clinched the match through tie-breaker in the third and final set.
Inspite of all this I see light at the end of the tunnel. I have found a new sport, a new challenge, a game where I am the king. Where the opposition detests seeing me coming into the arena and celebrates as if it is party time when I fail. And the game is …
CLASSROOM CRICKET
This may sound funny to you but this is something in which I am the best, the Champion of the Champions. Here I take spectacular catches, effect breathtaking runouts, bowl teasing spin with all my armoury of the straighter ones, doosras, flippers and make some match winning bowling and fielding changes. Here I am the master of sledging who knows how to get on the nerve of the opposition although I hardly have to do this as my batting is enough to make them feel like jackasses. Although I am a righty, but here I prefer to bat left handed so that it is easier to just shut my eyes and blast with all my might towards the leg side whereas the right handers have to make room for themselves to play freely which is not possible when I target their body, and if the batsmen is capable of doing it, I use my ‘BRAHMASTRA’; a ball which is bowled to an attacking batsman and that goes straight into the nearest pillar and comes back without getting near to the batsman who then readies to kill me if I don’t bowl the next ball legitimately which obviously I don’t.
So fans bend down and salute the 'Master Of The Game’. If you have the audacity of entering a Lion’s den, then come up and have a game, you will soon realize your mistake.
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