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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Long hiatus!
So today I finally found something, which I could blog about.
And ironically its cricket. Ever since the dreaded conversation which happened to me in 10+2 about which I have blogged here.
Cricket took a back seat and I proceed on the path of being an engineer and a software developer which I am currently.
Although in the back seat, cricket always has been lurking in the background like a Linux cron job occupying memory but never quite visible.
Cricket has also been the reason of some of some transitory good memory I have from the past.
I say transitory here cos I don’t remember much of my past. I mean I know some of my friends who can tell you the percentages they scored in their junior school or even the names of friends which that had for a year in class 3.
I can tell you nothing like that. I have a very fragmented memory. It’s mostly in flashes.
I remember an incident which happened in my 10th Holidays it was I think. I had enrolled to play Cricket in a cricket camp and I remember stopping a drive while fielding on mid off. I remember this specific incident because I used my nose to stop the ball instead of the usual apparatus required for this kind of experiment your hands.
Here is the deal.
The batsmen played a what cricketers call "Kadak" drive (No big deal considering that the coach was lollypop feeding him over pitched ball) yours truly was placed at Mid off and bent down on one leg to field the ball thts how we were told to field, the idea being if the ball misses the hand you have a "second line of defense" i.e. your body. In my case the ball hit a stone which was in front of me and directly jumped in what I would later learn was a projectile path towards my nose.
Result? That was the only occasion when I could see the edges of my nose with my own eyes and without a mirror. And yes off course a permanently shifted nose bone.
I don’t remember anything much apart from that in that period of life. Apart from a 25 which I scored in one of the matches. And yes off course the small cup I won for the best young player of the tournament. I think I still have that cup.
The next memory I have takes us 4 years ahead in second year of college.
It’s a tennis ball tournament and I managed to hit some lusty blows for my side while the whole class was watching. Another interesting conversation happened there.
After we won the match a girl from my class comes to me and congratulates me... lets call her coffee byte
Coffee byte: Congrats you played really well.
Me: Thanks.
Coffee byte: I haven’t seen you much in the class which junior college are you from.
Me: The same college you are from.
Coffee byte: which section in junior college?
Me: same as yours.
Coffee byte: Really I don’t remember seeing you there what practical batch were u in the class?
Me: Same as yours.
Conclusion: I had Mr. India power in my junior college years. Oh how I wish I still had those powers today! Really useful in hiding from project managers.
Ne way "Coffee byte" later came to notice me in classes and yes the name is cos she always wanted to eat "coffee byte"
The other memories in this time include hitting a straight six to the fast bowler in the leather ball tournament. In fact I remember each and every second of that particular shot as you would see it from a slow motion camera. As if it just happened yesterday.
Which bring us to the current reason of writing? I played a leather ball cricket match after a long time. Yes I dropped, let me rephrase it I couldn’t even touch the ball in case of two catches which if I had exactly stayed in the position I was fielding would have fallen in the side pocket of my track pants. Yes I was taken for 2 sixes by the same batsmen whom I dropped. Big deal every player did that. So do your math yes we must have dropped 22 catches and taken an awful lot of runs.
But the colored page of the news is not that, it’s the 24 I scored off 14 balls 2 boundaries and a 6.
And the six ladies and gentleman were hit to a fast bowler over mid off getting down on one knee.
Now that I shall remember for a life time.
Now if you think that final statement was like the promos of movie Kurban which promised hott and steamy scene with bare back Kareena and ended up having none at all. What can I do? Isn’t your expectation to have a hott show from someone who is size 0 an oxymoron?
So today I finally found something, which I could blog about.
And ironically its cricket. Ever since the dreaded conversation which happened to me in 10+2 about which I have blogged here.
Cricket took a back seat and I proceed on the path of being an engineer and a software developer which I am currently.
Although in the back seat, cricket always has been lurking in the background like a Linux cron job occupying memory but never quite visible.
Cricket has also been the reason of some of some transitory good memory I have from the past.
I say transitory here cos I don’t remember much of my past. I mean I know some of my friends who can tell you the percentages they scored in their junior school or even the names of friends which that had for a year in class 3.
I can tell you nothing like that. I have a very fragmented memory. It’s mostly in flashes.
I remember an incident which happened in my 10th Holidays it was I think. I had enrolled to play Cricket in a cricket camp and I remember stopping a drive while fielding on mid off. I remember this specific incident because I used my nose to stop the ball instead of the usual apparatus required for this kind of experiment your hands.
Here is the deal.
The batsmen played a what cricketers call "Kadak" drive (No big deal considering that the coach was lollypop feeding him over pitched ball) yours truly was placed at Mid off and bent down on one leg to field the ball thts how we were told to field, the idea being if the ball misses the hand you have a "second line of defense" i.e. your body. In my case the ball hit a stone which was in front of me and directly jumped in what I would later learn was a projectile path towards my nose.
Result? That was the only occasion when I could see the edges of my nose with my own eyes and without a mirror. And yes off course a permanently shifted nose bone.
I don’t remember anything much apart from that in that period of life. Apart from a 25 which I scored in one of the matches. And yes off course the small cup I won for the best young player of the tournament. I think I still have that cup.
The next memory I have takes us 4 years ahead in second year of college.
It’s a tennis ball tournament and I managed to hit some lusty blows for my side while the whole class was watching. Another interesting conversation happened there.
After we won the match a girl from my class comes to me and congratulates me... lets call her coffee byte
Coffee byte: Congrats you played really well.
Me: Thanks.
Coffee byte: I haven’t seen you much in the class which junior college are you from.
Me: The same college you are from.
Coffee byte: which section in junior college?
Me: same as yours.
Coffee byte: Really I don’t remember seeing you there what practical batch were u in the class?
Me: Same as yours.
Conclusion: I had Mr. India power in my junior college years. Oh how I wish I still had those powers today! Really useful in hiding from project managers.
Ne way "Coffee byte" later came to notice me in classes and yes the name is cos she always wanted to eat "coffee byte"
The other memories in this time include hitting a straight six to the fast bowler in the leather ball tournament. In fact I remember each and every second of that particular shot as you would see it from a slow motion camera. As if it just happened yesterday.
Which bring us to the current reason of writing? I played a leather ball cricket match after a long time. Yes I dropped, let me rephrase it I couldn’t even touch the ball in case of two catches which if I had exactly stayed in the position I was fielding would have fallen in the side pocket of my track pants. Yes I was taken for 2 sixes by the same batsmen whom I dropped. Big deal every player did that. So do your math yes we must have dropped 22 catches and taken an awful lot of runs.
But the colored page of the news is not that, it’s the 24 I scored off 14 balls 2 boundaries and a 6.
And the six ladies and gentleman were hit to a fast bowler over mid off getting down on one knee.
Now that I shall remember for a life time.
Now if you think that final statement was like the promos of movie Kurban which promised hott and steamy scene with bare back Kareena and ended up having none at all. What can I do? Isn’t your expectation to have a hott show from someone who is size 0 an oxymoron?
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