The Battle
The stakes were high as I went to the pitch for the final toss. There was a huge responsibility and anticipation of reversing the scores from the last league final. It was a huge step entering the finals in 2009 with the novel team. Me, Dhawal and Shreesh were the only members who played all the matches. The remaining team was completed by literally borrowing and begging for players. The Anikets’ and the Amus’ and the Amoghs’ ditched us right at the centre. It was one hard time to get along through the league phase. Cricket, and the great team game it is, can’t be won single handedly. Otherwise Tendulkars’ and the Sehwags’ and the Dhonis’ would have been world champions in all the world cups. Someone has to bowl and also seek support from the fielders. Although I was firm about my own performance but was skeptical over my team’s fortune. It was sheer enthusiasm of Dhawal that spread like an infectious virus in me which turned me on to put forward a good show. The word ‘commitment’ could find an able synonym in Dhawal. When I called him for the match, he pleads for couple of minutes. On the verge of third minute he was at the ground. This kind of subtle characteristic differentiates the great from the ordinary. We three were hampered and were arguably the weakest ‘team’. But surely other teams would have an inside fright about me participating. The eye-brows definitely were raised in the management and the spectators section seeing me and my team taking part in ‘theirs’ tournament.
We named our team ‘3S’ which stands for ‘Sagar’s Super Star’. The name gave us strength in absence of Sagar. His heroic as a player is no foreign to anyone. The sublime form and the gigantic presence of his helped us book our finals berth on previous occasion. The final frontier remained unconquered in 2006 and hence the chance to play in the finals again in 2009 awakened the bitter memories back. The flipped coin fell as per my call. On an extended discussion with Dhawal I decided to bat first. Aniket joined the team that provided stability. A third bowler and a brilliant fielder were required. The fight for fifth player went on post toss. With many hardships and prayers, Kollymore was chosen to complete the circle. Amol and Manish took the umpires stop.
The opponents in final were Mathuresh Krishna, formerly known as Radha Krushna. The team lead by Tausif had showcase great skills and heart by bettering over the teams like Shree Ganesh. Amol, Manish, Salva, Omkar and Maali were butchered by his them to reach finals. Tausif undoubtly is the most improved bowler of the entire lot. He has shown great potential to reach in the class of Sagar and KT. In our league match against Mathuresh Krishna, I specifically targeted Tausif and got over his nerves. Dhawal and I had fear of loosing against them which propound the best in us. Charlie, the fifth men, supported me to put up a huge total of 46 in five overs. Dhawal with his heroics in bowling dismissed the top order and led us to the soothing victory.
In finals, Amogh cheated us by not showing up. For him his sleep seemed important then making up the team. He might have thought of being a very important person as likes of me and Dhawal were perusing him to get in the team. In him is a good opener and I was banking on his style of opening. Unfortunately, unlike Sagar, there seem to be no fighting spirit. He is the first God who needs to grow up.
The distractions were thick and swollen. Somehow I got my focus back on the ultimate battle. It was difficult to predict which team the crowd, especially Manish and Amol were supporting. Was it me for being close or the opponents for us being the outsiders (the word that hurts as a word ‘negro’ hurts the black and used aplenty during the entire tournament). Unanimously I and Dhawal decided to open the innings and face the vicious bowling of Tausif first up and preserve Aniket for the last leap. Knowing our plan, or otherwise, Tausif deployed his brother for the first over. We worked our way to five singles in the first over. I was middling everything so far in the entire tournament and so did I middle in the first over too. Dhawal drove with his usual VVS Laxman like elegance. It felt as soothing as piercing a butter bar with a hot knife. Shreesh was told to count the runs and the scorer, Krunal Maali, had goof it up many a times in the league stages.
Tausif bowled the second over. Dhawal and I planned to keep the scorecard moving by picking up singles. On the very first ball we entangled into a mix up and Dhawal honestly sacrificed his wicket. The run-out that too in the crucial finals has historically proved lethal. We had one and the gate of our fragile batting opened. Aniket crossed strike the next ball with a well judged single. Unlike the previous final three years ago, I had hoped him to be more mature and responsible. That year he threw away his wicket at crucial juncture and made be stranded on the other side. The match in our grab was literally awarded to Shree Ganesh by the silly unwanted aggression of Aniket. Now the quick single he took did raise hope and my belief.
Miracles do happen. And it happen the third ball of second over for Tausif’s team, not by fluke but a skillfully designed ball. He delivered a fast turning leg spin a few centimeters ahead of the no-ball line. The ball must have pitched in the line of the tenth stump from leg stick. Although expecting the huge turn-in I failed to cover the leg stump that shattered it. It was a mistake and I confess on it. Anyways, the crowd erupted on fall of my wicket and now I knew the team they were supporting. Six for 2 looks ugly in final and that to with a short batting line up. It looks even worse when the 2 wickets include the best batsmen the team has. Shreesh fought the remaining over well. He has made vast improvements in his overall sporting. And I can tell that as I play badminton too with him. He is no more the stout little kid who once seemed to make a serious effort even when he walked. In fact, he continued from the last match batting performance of his in our league match. The defense of his was hard to break and likes of Rohit, who is the only bowler to grab a hat trick in last tournament as well as this, did experience it.
Aniket who was the only able scorer left in middle. He did have Shreesh as a good support player. I guessed he must have noticed it. With three over to go it was no panic time for Aniket. It was the time he took control and proved his capability. The bowlers other than Tausif had no extraordinary skill. Aniket, although he himself not wanting, had been awarded a golden opportunity to showcase the mantle he is made up of. Dhawal and I remained positive over Aniket. We did bank on his depository to bail us out from the turmoil. Tausif’s brother bowled a simple off spin. The ball landed on good length a bit outside off stump. Ideally a batsman should go forward and apply a forward defensive stroke, if not a forceful drive. What did Aniket do? He goes back and across, swings his bat wildly, which makes no contact with ball. The off-stump goes for a walk. Bang. With it, our hopes of posting a good score too. Aniket had thrown away an opportunity of lifetime. Moreover he was interested in defending himself by some illogical reasoning of ball shooting downwards which ironically none of us saw. The onus of being self responsible for own fate is missing for the freebies life has provided. And hence he is another God who is yet to grow up.
Next ball Kollymore ran out himself without scoring. We could manage just 6 runs and were bowled out even without facing half of the allotted overs. Aniket bowled the first over for us. A wicket was picked. Meanwhile a run out was narrowly missed when a direct hit from Dhawal missed the non-striker stump by a whisker. Fourth ball of the second over marked the victory for Mathuresh Krushna. Our hope to resister as the champions melted. Few handshakes and we bid goodnight. On our way back Amogh appeared on the ground. He was sarcastically teasing us with his taunts as if he had played from some other team and we were opponents. I am sure Sagar would have boxed him right on the tip of his nose only if he was here. I wished I could have done it.
Except the match between Shree Ganesh and Hari Krupa the entire tournament was dull. There was no excitement in it. We won 3 out of four matches without any massive resistance. Only Shree Ganesh defeated us comprehensively. Amol gulped a superb diving catch in the match which awakened some enthusiasm. I was happy for my form with the bat and even for the tactical moves in field placing. I must be the highest run getter in the tournament. Dhawal was the best bowler by far. Amol and Tausif performed well too. Other than a hat trick, Rohit was off colour. Manish looked ordinary once his team faced elimination. Aatma and Pratham put up a best fight possible. The final was the biggest disappointment of all.
The offensive words
Using offensive words is not new in sports. Of let its being use aplenty in all forms and levels of sports. The ‘F’ word has unofficially become the official jargon in the sporting fraternity. It’s not about using them, but using it against whom that matters. The people at Morya nagar have a long history of using them audaciously. May they be 50 years older or 5 year younger. They all use them. And from mild to the bitterest of the lot. If it comes from Manish to Amol or from Rohit to Dhawal or from Omkar to Amogh, it doesn’t hurt. The lack of age difference covers it up. But when it comes from a person as close to me as Dhawal or Sagar, it pains. Kaustubh uttering an offensive word in front of 10 others, directly on my face is a brutal mistake. Very few become closely associated to me. He was one until then. But a ridiculous use of word breaks it all. Forever. No adhesives or sorries can join it again. Will the God grow up?
Pratham was expected to be the numb amongst the nasty lot. During a match at a crucial juncture he speaks out loud against the elderly and respectable Gharat. That was a shocker. This kind of outspoken behaviour points towards the leader of the lot. Who is the leader now days? Is it Manish or Amol or Rohit? Or someone else? Is it Raju? Is it Laal? Or the bulky Inzy? Who is he? Whoever he might be, one thing is for sure, he isn’t like KT we were blessed to have. The consumption of liquor and the smoking rate has gone up tremendously. If not attended immediately, it will call for a disaster in near future. Hence, the Gods need to check who they are modeling.
Terrorism
What are terrorist made up of? Why do they breed in a cultured society? What colour of blood they posses? And whats their name?
Let’s get back in history. Let’s get back eleven years behind. The year was 1998. Me, Sagar and Dhawal were fresh into college and were bumbling with excitement. Almost every Sunday we would arrange a match in our beloved ground which then was where Mathuresh Krusha stands these days. By the fall of summer of 1998, we lost our ground for the building to come up. We worried about not enjoying the game of cricket forever henceforth. The bustling youth energy was then channeled by 3 gentleman to whom we are highly obliged to. If not for them, we might have fall trap to the nuisance, alike the present boys. Those three will always remain respectable in our life. They are Mr Hemmady, Mr Kiran Churi and Mr Karnad. The trio helps us find a new ground which was to be in a garden plot decided by the builder. The only problem was that there were 6 feet long weeds grown that had at least 6 inch long thorns from all sides. We together decided to clear it up. Mr Hemmady took the lead and came down with a cutter right down at the centre. Although the thorns kept poking in us, we were determined to pluck them off. KT and Manish would join us at night post a tedious workout in office. There was a one particular tree, which resisted us a lot. It was a sheer might of Sathish who single handedly brought it down. He somehow managed to get at the root of the thorny tree and chop it off from there. Salute for the effort. We are proud to say that we have earned our ground. All the hardships were worth for enjoying Cricket again.
The trio of Mr Churi, Mr Karnad and Mr Hemmady also funded us the monetary support. We were able to raise a huge fund that was used to level the entire ground. Our struggle for ground ended when we opened the sporting facility with a short ceremony. The ground also had a well equipped drainage which would help us play even during the rains. The trio padded our back for the Herculean task.
During this entire episode, we always lacked support from Ram Krishna, which has a border to the ground. Somehow the members were opposing us by one way or other. They were determined to not allow us play on the ground. One fine Sunday morning right at the eve of our match against the Narmisha team, the members from Ram Krishna stopped us and banned the outside players from playing in the complex boundary. It was very mean on their part. I remember Mrs Bane reasoning out that there are girls who might be teased by the outsiders. It was surprising to hear such a naïve comment from her and we somehow bottled our outrageous reply. How did she forget that the same girls can go out and do what ever they wanted with the same lot of boys? The lack of support was evident in badminton too. Once we had sought permission of a light pole from the committee. After the installation Mr Padhye walked to us and ordered to dismantle the arrangements as the society had withdrawn the connection. That was another blood boiling incidence.
We too were committed to play. The much needed support came from KT and Rohit who lived in Ram Krishna. Meanwhile, Shree Ganesh extended their support. They stood behind us as steady as a rock of Gibraltar. As the days passed by the relations between Mr Hemmady and us went bitter. A notorious person had spoiled the relations between us. That really was a sad end. The electric connections were withdrawn. Although Mr Churi made various attempt to keep the sporting spirit alive.
Years later Sagar, KT, Dhawal and me left Morya nagar. Our destinies set us apart. The onus was left with the younger generation to fill the void. Sadly, they had not undergone the pain for ground as we had. Hence, they lacked the fundamental fighting spirit. The royalty transferred vide will has lesser value than the earned one. So was the case as the sports lost its existence.
In the year of 2006, our ground came into limelight again as a local builder set his sight on the plot and threatens to build a building over it. Now was the time for the Ram Krishnaities to act. Suddenly the motherly love for ground evoked. The always fighting members united against the outside forces and posted a solid opposition. There effort did reap dividend as yet there is no construction on it. But the spoilers they are, played a bad sport again. They built a garden in our ground, depriving any chance of sports. The beautiful landscape is helpful for the stray dogs to pooh over the lush green grass. Beware when you walk over it as you might cut one instantly. Mrs Bane wrongly used the cultural stag to promote their fight. She appealed for saving the ground as the huge building was to cover the only open side of her apartment. I did boil when this all was happening and then and there decided to get out of the filthy intentions. I must make a special mention of Mr Bane, who himself would come down and help us trim the tress back in 1998. He probably was the only supporting member of ours from Ram Krishna.
The sports deprived young boys would surely haven’t been any different then they are. The act of robbing sports has invoked the terrorist in them. The ways they are following are heading towards the only possible road. Destruction.
THE GODS NEED TO GROW UP.
The stakes were high as I went to the pitch for the final toss. There was a huge responsibility and anticipation of reversing the scores from the last league final. It was a huge step entering the finals in 2009 with the novel team. Me, Dhawal and Shreesh were the only members who played all the matches. The remaining team was completed by literally borrowing and begging for players. The Anikets’ and the Amus’ and the Amoghs’ ditched us right at the centre. It was one hard time to get along through the league phase. Cricket, and the great team game it is, can’t be won single handedly. Otherwise Tendulkars’ and the Sehwags’ and the Dhonis’ would have been world champions in all the world cups. Someone has to bowl and also seek support from the fielders. Although I was firm about my own performance but was skeptical over my team’s fortune. It was sheer enthusiasm of Dhawal that spread like an infectious virus in me which turned me on to put forward a good show. The word ‘commitment’ could find an able synonym in Dhawal. When I called him for the match, he pleads for couple of minutes. On the verge of third minute he was at the ground. This kind of subtle characteristic differentiates the great from the ordinary. We three were hampered and were arguably the weakest ‘team’. But surely other teams would have an inside fright about me participating. The eye-brows definitely were raised in the management and the spectators section seeing me and my team taking part in ‘theirs’ tournament.
We named our team ‘3S’ which stands for ‘Sagar’s Super Star’. The name gave us strength in absence of Sagar. His heroic as a player is no foreign to anyone. The sublime form and the gigantic presence of his helped us book our finals berth on previous occasion. The final frontier remained unconquered in 2006 and hence the chance to play in the finals again in 2009 awakened the bitter memories back. The flipped coin fell as per my call. On an extended discussion with Dhawal I decided to bat first. Aniket joined the team that provided stability. A third bowler and a brilliant fielder were required. The fight for fifth player went on post toss. With many hardships and prayers, Kollymore was chosen to complete the circle. Amol and Manish took the umpires stop.
The opponents in final were Mathuresh Krishna, formerly known as Radha Krushna. The team lead by Tausif had showcase great skills and heart by bettering over the teams like Shree Ganesh. Amol, Manish, Salva, Omkar and Maali were butchered by his them to reach finals. Tausif undoubtly is the most improved bowler of the entire lot. He has shown great potential to reach in the class of Sagar and KT. In our league match against Mathuresh Krishna, I specifically targeted Tausif and got over his nerves. Dhawal and I had fear of loosing against them which propound the best in us. Charlie, the fifth men, supported me to put up a huge total of 46 in five overs. Dhawal with his heroics in bowling dismissed the top order and led us to the soothing victory.
In finals, Amogh cheated us by not showing up. For him his sleep seemed important then making up the team. He might have thought of being a very important person as likes of me and Dhawal were perusing him to get in the team. In him is a good opener and I was banking on his style of opening. Unfortunately, unlike Sagar, there seem to be no fighting spirit. He is the first God who needs to grow up.
The distractions were thick and swollen. Somehow I got my focus back on the ultimate battle. It was difficult to predict which team the crowd, especially Manish and Amol were supporting. Was it me for being close or the opponents for us being the outsiders (the word that hurts as a word ‘negro’ hurts the black and used aplenty during the entire tournament). Unanimously I and Dhawal decided to open the innings and face the vicious bowling of Tausif first up and preserve Aniket for the last leap. Knowing our plan, or otherwise, Tausif deployed his brother for the first over. We worked our way to five singles in the first over. I was middling everything so far in the entire tournament and so did I middle in the first over too. Dhawal drove with his usual VVS Laxman like elegance. It felt as soothing as piercing a butter bar with a hot knife. Shreesh was told to count the runs and the scorer, Krunal Maali, had goof it up many a times in the league stages.
Tausif bowled the second over. Dhawal and I planned to keep the scorecard moving by picking up singles. On the very first ball we entangled into a mix up and Dhawal honestly sacrificed his wicket. The run-out that too in the crucial finals has historically proved lethal. We had one and the gate of our fragile batting opened. Aniket crossed strike the next ball with a well judged single. Unlike the previous final three years ago, I had hoped him to be more mature and responsible. That year he threw away his wicket at crucial juncture and made be stranded on the other side. The match in our grab was literally awarded to Shree Ganesh by the silly unwanted aggression of Aniket. Now the quick single he took did raise hope and my belief.
Miracles do happen. And it happen the third ball of second over for Tausif’s team, not by fluke but a skillfully designed ball. He delivered a fast turning leg spin a few centimeters ahead of the no-ball line. The ball must have pitched in the line of the tenth stump from leg stick. Although expecting the huge turn-in I failed to cover the leg stump that shattered it. It was a mistake and I confess on it. Anyways, the crowd erupted on fall of my wicket and now I knew the team they were supporting. Six for 2 looks ugly in final and that to with a short batting line up. It looks even worse when the 2 wickets include the best batsmen the team has. Shreesh fought the remaining over well. He has made vast improvements in his overall sporting. And I can tell that as I play badminton too with him. He is no more the stout little kid who once seemed to make a serious effort even when he walked. In fact, he continued from the last match batting performance of his in our league match. The defense of his was hard to break and likes of Rohit, who is the only bowler to grab a hat trick in last tournament as well as this, did experience it.
Aniket who was the only able scorer left in middle. He did have Shreesh as a good support player. I guessed he must have noticed it. With three over to go it was no panic time for Aniket. It was the time he took control and proved his capability. The bowlers other than Tausif had no extraordinary skill. Aniket, although he himself not wanting, had been awarded a golden opportunity to showcase the mantle he is made up of. Dhawal and I remained positive over Aniket. We did bank on his depository to bail us out from the turmoil. Tausif’s brother bowled a simple off spin. The ball landed on good length a bit outside off stump. Ideally a batsman should go forward and apply a forward defensive stroke, if not a forceful drive. What did Aniket do? He goes back and across, swings his bat wildly, which makes no contact with ball. The off-stump goes for a walk. Bang. With it, our hopes of posting a good score too. Aniket had thrown away an opportunity of lifetime. Moreover he was interested in defending himself by some illogical reasoning of ball shooting downwards which ironically none of us saw. The onus of being self responsible for own fate is missing for the freebies life has provided. And hence he is another God who is yet to grow up.
Next ball Kollymore ran out himself without scoring. We could manage just 6 runs and were bowled out even without facing half of the allotted overs. Aniket bowled the first over for us. A wicket was picked. Meanwhile a run out was narrowly missed when a direct hit from Dhawal missed the non-striker stump by a whisker. Fourth ball of the second over marked the victory for Mathuresh Krushna. Our hope to resister as the champions melted. Few handshakes and we bid goodnight. On our way back Amogh appeared on the ground. He was sarcastically teasing us with his taunts as if he had played from some other team and we were opponents. I am sure Sagar would have boxed him right on the tip of his nose only if he was here. I wished I could have done it.
Except the match between Shree Ganesh and Hari Krupa the entire tournament was dull. There was no excitement in it. We won 3 out of four matches without any massive resistance. Only Shree Ganesh defeated us comprehensively. Amol gulped a superb diving catch in the match which awakened some enthusiasm. I was happy for my form with the bat and even for the tactical moves in field placing. I must be the highest run getter in the tournament. Dhawal was the best bowler by far. Amol and Tausif performed well too. Other than a hat trick, Rohit was off colour. Manish looked ordinary once his team faced elimination. Aatma and Pratham put up a best fight possible. The final was the biggest disappointment of all.
The offensive words
Using offensive words is not new in sports. Of let its being use aplenty in all forms and levels of sports. The ‘F’ word has unofficially become the official jargon in the sporting fraternity. It’s not about using them, but using it against whom that matters. The people at Morya nagar have a long history of using them audaciously. May they be 50 years older or 5 year younger. They all use them. And from mild to the bitterest of the lot. If it comes from Manish to Amol or from Rohit to Dhawal or from Omkar to Amogh, it doesn’t hurt. The lack of age difference covers it up. But when it comes from a person as close to me as Dhawal or Sagar, it pains. Kaustubh uttering an offensive word in front of 10 others, directly on my face is a brutal mistake. Very few become closely associated to me. He was one until then. But a ridiculous use of word breaks it all. Forever. No adhesives or sorries can join it again. Will the God grow up?
Pratham was expected to be the numb amongst the nasty lot. During a match at a crucial juncture he speaks out loud against the elderly and respectable Gharat. That was a shocker. This kind of outspoken behaviour points towards the leader of the lot. Who is the leader now days? Is it Manish or Amol or Rohit? Or someone else? Is it Raju? Is it Laal? Or the bulky Inzy? Who is he? Whoever he might be, one thing is for sure, he isn’t like KT we were blessed to have. The consumption of liquor and the smoking rate has gone up tremendously. If not attended immediately, it will call for a disaster in near future. Hence, the Gods need to check who they are modeling.
Terrorism
What are terrorist made up of? Why do they breed in a cultured society? What colour of blood they posses? And whats their name?
Let’s get back in history. Let’s get back eleven years behind. The year was 1998. Me, Sagar and Dhawal were fresh into college and were bumbling with excitement. Almost every Sunday we would arrange a match in our beloved ground which then was where Mathuresh Krusha stands these days. By the fall of summer of 1998, we lost our ground for the building to come up. We worried about not enjoying the game of cricket forever henceforth. The bustling youth energy was then channeled by 3 gentleman to whom we are highly obliged to. If not for them, we might have fall trap to the nuisance, alike the present boys. Those three will always remain respectable in our life. They are Mr Hemmady, Mr Kiran Churi and Mr Karnad. The trio helps us find a new ground which was to be in a garden plot decided by the builder. The only problem was that there were 6 feet long weeds grown that had at least 6 inch long thorns from all sides. We together decided to clear it up. Mr Hemmady took the lead and came down with a cutter right down at the centre. Although the thorns kept poking in us, we were determined to pluck them off. KT and Manish would join us at night post a tedious workout in office. There was a one particular tree, which resisted us a lot. It was a sheer might of Sathish who single handedly brought it down. He somehow managed to get at the root of the thorny tree and chop it off from there. Salute for the effort. We are proud to say that we have earned our ground. All the hardships were worth for enjoying Cricket again.
The trio of Mr Churi, Mr Karnad and Mr Hemmady also funded us the monetary support. We were able to raise a huge fund that was used to level the entire ground. Our struggle for ground ended when we opened the sporting facility with a short ceremony. The ground also had a well equipped drainage which would help us play even during the rains. The trio padded our back for the Herculean task.
During this entire episode, we always lacked support from Ram Krishna, which has a border to the ground. Somehow the members were opposing us by one way or other. They were determined to not allow us play on the ground. One fine Sunday morning right at the eve of our match against the Narmisha team, the members from Ram Krishna stopped us and banned the outside players from playing in the complex boundary. It was very mean on their part. I remember Mrs Bane reasoning out that there are girls who might be teased by the outsiders. It was surprising to hear such a naïve comment from her and we somehow bottled our outrageous reply. How did she forget that the same girls can go out and do what ever they wanted with the same lot of boys? The lack of support was evident in badminton too. Once we had sought permission of a light pole from the committee. After the installation Mr Padhye walked to us and ordered to dismantle the arrangements as the society had withdrawn the connection. That was another blood boiling incidence.
We too were committed to play. The much needed support came from KT and Rohit who lived in Ram Krishna. Meanwhile, Shree Ganesh extended their support. They stood behind us as steady as a rock of Gibraltar. As the days passed by the relations between Mr Hemmady and us went bitter. A notorious person had spoiled the relations between us. That really was a sad end. The electric connections were withdrawn. Although Mr Churi made various attempt to keep the sporting spirit alive.
Years later Sagar, KT, Dhawal and me left Morya nagar. Our destinies set us apart. The onus was left with the younger generation to fill the void. Sadly, they had not undergone the pain for ground as we had. Hence, they lacked the fundamental fighting spirit. The royalty transferred vide will has lesser value than the earned one. So was the case as the sports lost its existence.
In the year of 2006, our ground came into limelight again as a local builder set his sight on the plot and threatens to build a building over it. Now was the time for the Ram Krishnaities to act. Suddenly the motherly love for ground evoked. The always fighting members united against the outside forces and posted a solid opposition. There effort did reap dividend as yet there is no construction on it. But the spoilers they are, played a bad sport again. They built a garden in our ground, depriving any chance of sports. The beautiful landscape is helpful for the stray dogs to pooh over the lush green grass. Beware when you walk over it as you might cut one instantly. Mrs Bane wrongly used the cultural stag to promote their fight. She appealed for saving the ground as the huge building was to cover the only open side of her apartment. I did boil when this all was happening and then and there decided to get out of the filthy intentions. I must make a special mention of Mr Bane, who himself would come down and help us trim the tress back in 1998. He probably was the only supporting member of ours from Ram Krishna.
The sports deprived young boys would surely haven’t been any different then they are. The act of robbing sports has invoked the terrorist in them. The ways they are following are heading towards the only possible road. Destruction.
THE GODS NEED TO GROW UP.
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