Thursday, September 25, 2008

21C-ricket Saturdays - TO THE MOST SPIRITED TEAM.. MY TEAM!!

Early in the morning. Fog still above the lush
green. A slow but a promising sunrise. 15
men in all white. 22 yards of perfectly
maintained pitch. Umpires checking the
intensity of the light on the field. Thousands
of spectators already seated. Waiting eagerly
of cour s e , for t he game t o s ta r t .
Commentators and the television crews. And
a huge television screen.
Well…cool huh?? Wake up..!!
Our men will be with drop dead gorgeous
ladies on an exotic island…sipping the best
martinis and life seems so perfect. Suddenly a
dreadful and voted unanimously by the team,
as the most loathed noise in the world,
shatters all that...
Good dreams and damn those phone calls
from Manideep!!!
Late but loyal to the game, the men turn up
one after the other and start playing.
Saturdays start with surplus spirit. It wouldn’t
matter if there’s no mention of the boys and
their skills.
Firstly, Mr. Bharadwaj almost always happens
to be the first pick by the toss winning captain
(usually the corrupt QL who bats twice and
always gets bowled by Vinay) and impresses
everyone with his scintillating performances
both on the field and off the field (wants to be
at the Oscars one day). Secondly, the best
left-handed batsman (the only one) in team
Bibhu, hits the ball all over the field. A
nightmare to the bowlers if he clicks. Then
comes the losing captain (never wins the
toss) Phani (AKA Salim bhai) with his rather
unique style of fielding stops everything that
looks and moves like a cricket ball . Then of
course the Freeman Hari – gives runs freely.
Raju – the Jonty Rhodes, somehow manages
to evade the ball even if it stops in front of
him with a board that reads “Please catch
me”. Naveen displays some fine strokes.
Mukul – the kind-hearted-nawab who’s very
generous with the ball. Manideep, the fastest
runner (runs at a blazing speed of 0.1 miles an
hour), but a good fielder. Sudeep, though a
recent but a valuable addition to the team.
And of course – Anil, Pritesh, Atul, Tridip,
Nikhil (the all-round-er).
These hard(ly)-working men who define
commitment (at least they show up at the
field), punctuality (ok, they tune up to the
middle-east time zone) and spirit (not what
they down on Friday nites) of the game, make
all Saturdays, the days to be cherished.….

Saturday, September 13, 2008

A short story that fell short.. but then... what the hell..!

“that night has been etched in my mind for ever..coz it was the night which changed my life forever..”

that fateful night… barely…a month ago..
I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..

Two fortnights prior to that..

I was at an old age home leaving my mother there.. for it was getting very difficult at home with my wife not willing to tolerate her anymore. Irritations…unending confrontations.. unavoidable misunderstandings.. perpetual fights. There was no peace for anyone. So finally I had to give in and take the decision to leave my mother at this old age home. Chose my wife over my mom. Turned away from my responsibility and my duty.

How I could do that… only God knew.. coz my heart was being ripped apart by my own misery at having to see my mom watch me leave…with tears in her eyes that were…silent witnesses to her helplessness..
It was as if she asked me without sayin word.. that if dad was alive would she have had to be here… like an orphan..
I could nt look at her anymore.. n I left.

Days passed by… my son missed her grandma. I used to take him with me to visit her every evening. It was painful to watch her there. But I had to. It made me angry over my wife at times and at my own sorry state for not being man enough to stand up for her at home. I simply was not being son enough. And it was eating me alive.

That fateful night.. barely.. a month ago..

We were all watching this movie called “City of Angels” on the TV. My son by my side. Theres this little sick girl in that movie who is brought to the hospital by her mother in a critical condition. So the doctors take her into the emergency room with her mother watching from outside the glass room. This little girl on the bed keeps raising her head as if she was trying to look at someone. The doctors try to keep her steady while they subject her failing heart to electric shocks. Little do they know that shes trying to look at this angel who comes to take her from this world. One moment shes on the bed looking at him and the next shes standing with him looking at… her lifeless body and her weaping mother. And she leaves with this angel to another world.

That scene brought back memories of my mother taking care of me when I fell sick while I was a kid. And it made me miserable for what I was doing to her now. So I grabbed my car keys and went out for a drive.

But as fate would have it… in all that grief.. I rammed into an oncoming vehicle and I was critically injured. Bystanders called an ambulance and I was taken to a hospital. They called my wife and she came rushing along with my son.


I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..

And my son said… “Dad.. please don’t go with the angel… tell him that you need to be here to look after mom… if I ever have to send her to an old age home..”

I wished I were dead at that moment. A six year old understood what it was to be a son. Never were we so ashamed of ourselves.…

and they took me into the operation theatre.

My mom’s blessing… it must have been… I was discharged a week later.. fully healed.

I and my wife along with our son brought his grandma home.

I thank God for my mother, for my son and that fateful night.

“that night has been etched in my mind forever..coz it was the night that changed my life forever”.


Author's Say: Nice story right?? Well...What the hell... ;-) it at the least made it onto this blog..right.!

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