Today evening when I woke up from deep sleep my back bone emitted immense pain, thanks to the Cricket match played in wee hours at Goregaon. The match ended with a crushing defeat to our inexperienced team that was never in the game right from the initial over I bowled which cost a dozen of runs.
The local team thrashed and toasted us and accumulated a whooping 150 runs in a matter of mere 12 overs. A veteran batsmen named Ganesh, one who was nearing 50 years of age & who appeared loose and laid back punished us for dropping him twice.
Then came our turn to smack few mighty blows and prove our mantle. Our innings begin with total disarray as the opener lost his middle stick on the very first ball. We could gather only 29 in half a dozen overs and were blown away and out of the match. Only then Rushi & I decided to cut loose and our pull, hook and cross bat heave yielded 75 runs in the next 6 overs enabling us to cross a century of runs. A defeat that was inevitable tasted sweet for the runs we could gather against a far better team.
Almost all defeated team produce inner grudges by intent or unknowingly. Was that the case with us? Can't answer that. When I woke up in the evening I could hear my wife & daughter playing a traditional game which we all have played in our childhood. On hearing the wording in that game I could not control my instinct and laughed out audaciously from the bottom of my naval only to realise that the back is hurt while the possible victim was unleashed that moment.
While moving in circular motion my daughter followed her mother who was narrating:
"डोंगरा ला आग लागली, पळा-पळा"
(Fire on the mountain; run, run, run.)
Now few of you would realise the rational behind this blog and might have a little pleasant smile deep inside your heart.
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