Howzatt!!

As the “Ball” slowly climbed up the staircase with a bat in one hand and a bucket half filled with tears and sweat from the batting session in the other  he could see the mauler on the gym cycle.It was the first time he had seen him on it.Hope changed to despair,he signed, the electric plug was missing from the machine, the mauler was busy tucking into his third bowl of kheer specially flown in from the capital and  lecturing the dietician on the merits of being on a milk diet. The ball then turned his attention to  the emperor  perched on his throne, he had not given up this position for decades, waving his sword  he was doing something strange…..95,96,97,98,…he was  counting when he  suddenly stopped at 99 and spoke no further , some one shouted “ arrey yaar” after 99 comes 100….There was a strange smell coming from  club room……no not idli rassam something like like….. Hyderabadi  biryani, a balding man was tucking into his fifth plate, gosh his appetite for runs had been converted into hunger for red meat. Naatu strolled in,poor chap he was really bowling fast and well,no signs of his Achilles heel !......The commander was sitting back when the kangaroo jumped in ………..the guy could run and jump faster than he could bowl, please commander he said here’s your jar of milk with extra malai……..can I get a chance in the next match……it would do my IPL carrier much good……Commander glared at kangaroo….not now , I am busy preparing my victory umm defeat speech just need to find and replace a few words, if you can get a few of the Aussie under 15 lads out in the nets I will consider till then get me what the mauler is having. The only animated conversation in the club room was taking place between the young stud and the warhorse, the stud bowled with  good speed with only one minor problem his balls would disappear to the fence and beyond even quicker than what he had bowled them at,the warhorse signed and grimaced, his thigh was giving him some problems, he had to cancel that advertisement shoot tonight, no chances can be taken when national duty beckons can they ? The only person not enjoying seemed to be the “angry one”, he was looking at his fingers,one of them had cost him half his match fees,if only if only he could have vented his angers at the net bowlers…..damn even they were bouncing him out. The Ball sighed and looked at his bat……..it was what they called a mongoose bat specially designed for entertaining crowd,was entertaining the crowds not why we play cricket he mused!

This is a fictional post and not intended to hurt the sentiments of any one.