I like Cricket. I would like to consider a good player; good enough for the team at least.
Still have some fond memories of playing cricket with my classmates.
It's not the routine job that you do that becomes a memory. Incidents that took place in place of some other routine job actually make up that special byte of storage in your head. and it is really special. Cricket brings forwards many similar incidents. We could have attended some more classes (or tutions) in place of playing cricket but who would have remembered that.
The game against 11-B (when we were in 8th), where we played in ankle-deep water. Only one boundary was scored in that match as the ground was so damp. A damp pitched was the reason why I got bowled on the very first ball. (kasam se). The two terific catches that I took. (Some of the places where I just can't be modest. I am/was good at it.) Even the senior batman came upto me before heading for pavillion.
The tournament that we took part in. I wasn't allowed to play two matches a day as my grandfather never could see me falling sick. So I just played the first and the final matches of the tournament. Scored really well in the final. Somewhere around 80+. My first (and only) Man of the Match award and also my first earning.
And there are many others... just can't sit and write about all of them.
This cricket came up as the news about World Cup 2011 has been allotted to Asia. (read here)
I really think this is unfair but in todays age, where the game is heavily controlled by money-minded capitalists and not so-called lovers-of-the-game, such things are bound to happen. Sorry for Australia and NZ.
Monday, May 01, 2006
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