This is a first attempt to write a file using this babe, my new ITouch. and its quite a task. i intend to use this moment to portray all that i fantasize at this moment.
its time to wrap up all the assignments i had taken up since last 3 4 months. time to take a step back and align myself to my origin.nostalgic, as i am. its been a real great time here'. faced some of the extreme moments all packaged under name of experience. great learning as they are, they have embossed in heart forever.
spend one of the best moments of life with close buddies here. these are the things which made US a place not to forget. worth to mention in the same context is the love shared by my dears back home. i never in my entire life have felt so special. this is my richest asset and this is the only thing which keeps me moving in life. proud to say that.
also worth mentioning is the group of people with whom i spent maximum time. it cudnt have been possible to stay here but for them. the small excursions we had, the day to day hustles, the laughs we shared, the unified feeling even being so diverse is all engraved deep in heart.
cricket, as i say did find me with all its glory. spent quality time on field which provided the much needed energy recharge.
there were no bounds to exploration here and i did make a decent try to cash on it. theres a lots to do even today but i take a step ahead and head to my origin. place where i belong to.
all in all this marks a logical pause to my experience in US.
Showing posts with label Cricket. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cricket. Show all posts
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
1 Hr at Cricket Field
Hi all,
Here is something for u all. Cricket has its own saga wherever it is played, in any form it is played. Here is a small drop in the ocean of experiences with cricket.
I played few games here in CA. Playing cricket, good cricket, after ages I found the lost love again. I played with team of Sunnyvale. I had this match against a team called Caribeans . It was kind of an interesting match since the team had a good history with Sunnyvale. It was a home game for them.
Untill I reached the ground I wasnt sure who I am playing against. But as soon as I entered the field, I saw all caribeans, literally caribeans. All those big built black curly haired people we see in West Indies team. They are intimidating by looks, trust me. I got the point why match was going to be an interesting one. They won the toss and asked us to bat first.
We have one of the most explosive batsmen as our opening pair. One end, hes this JAT from Hariyana who just scored 158 in his last match and 2nd, is a classy scorer. The match started, the opening bowlers started off their fiery spells. 3 sleeps and a short leg to a left handed over the wicket blacky, in ground with only one intention, get blood out of the batsmen. I figured his intentions out in his 1st couple of balls. The sledging was all caribean. Fun to listen to from pavilion, not so healthy on field. 3rd over, JAT is out. 5th over, classy is out. I am the replacement.
To talk little bit about my batting, I always have had problems with short balls. I can still do away with it on pitches we play in India coz ball doesnt rise, its a different ball game here. I was asked to do a job of sheet anchor. Play out this fiery spell and do not let the middle order get exposed to them. Quite a job.
I start to bat with a welcome whistle of red cherry flowing right near my helmet. Obviously called a No Ball but I know it wasnt meant to be an extra. It was meant to threaten me and help me my way to pavilion soon. I still have 3 more balls to play of him. Somehow I managed. One good thing at this level is, people understand the batsman pretty soon. 4 balls were enough for him to figure out I am cramped with short deliveries and have almost nothing to offer but a decent defense. The second bowler was a big guy right hand medium fast. The pace wasnt much but the length was testing length. Every now and then I could hear the threatening whistle of cherry.
After playing through a couple of overs from both the bowlers, I thought I can still settle with leaving the balls and get away with the spell, until they plotted a new way to get me. The big right handed guy started bowling round the wicket into my ribs with a fielder at silly mid on, short leg and leg slip. Rest all were in slips. Just try to imagine this and place urself in batting stance. I know what u felt just now.
1st bowl a fast bouncer, faster than any of his previous deliveries, left alone. 2nd ball, good length leg stump, just held its line and hit straight in my right chest. I was choked for 1 breath. That was quite a blow. It was a really really good delivery and it took me back. But this very blow made me stronger and more determined to play this guy off. Next ball, again a short one, little on leg stump, pulled to square leg for 4. What I had forgotten was he was a regular league player, smart player. 3rd ball, in swinging yorker and trust me this is the fastest ball I have ever played in my entire career, atleast as far as i remember. Straight on boots. Cherry when fresh n hard hurts through all guards. I got a swollen ankle bone. I was down twice in same over. When I write all this, I simply cant describe what I heard as part of sledging.
To my account, I played off the entire spell and did my job but more to mention was after all this I expected to move on and convert the hard work to some good score. All I did is, after coming back from drinks, got out on an average delivery for 14.
Not to save a^%, but this write up is to talk about the extra ordinary session of cricket I experienced. It was thrilling all throughout the 1 hr I played those fiery black guys. Hope to get these scores converted to big innings.
All in all, Cricket Rules..........
Here is something for u all. Cricket has its own saga wherever it is played, in any form it is played. Here is a small drop in the ocean of experiences with cricket.
I played few games here in CA. Playing cricket, good cricket, after ages I found the lost love again. I played with team of Sunnyvale. I had this match against a team called Caribeans . It was kind of an interesting match since the team had a good history with Sunnyvale. It was a home game for them.
Untill I reached the ground I wasnt sure who I am playing against. But as soon as I entered the field, I saw all caribeans, literally caribeans. All those big built black curly haired people we see in West Indies team. They are intimidating by looks, trust me. I got the point why match was going to be an interesting one. They won the toss and asked us to bat first.
We have one of the most explosive batsmen as our opening pair. One end, hes this JAT from Hariyana who just scored 158 in his last match and 2nd, is a classy scorer. The match started, the opening bowlers started off their fiery spells. 3 sleeps and a short leg to a left handed over the wicket blacky, in ground with only one intention, get blood out of the batsmen. I figured his intentions out in his 1st couple of balls. The sledging was all caribean. Fun to listen to from pavilion, not so healthy on field. 3rd over, JAT is out. 5th over, classy is out. I am the replacement.
To talk little bit about my batting, I always have had problems with short balls. I can still do away with it on pitches we play in India coz ball doesnt rise, its a different ball game here. I was asked to do a job of sheet anchor. Play out this fiery spell and do not let the middle order get exposed to them. Quite a job.
I start to bat with a welcome whistle of red cherry flowing right near my helmet. Obviously called a No Ball but I know it wasnt meant to be an extra. It was meant to threaten me and help me my way to pavilion soon. I still have 3 more balls to play of him. Somehow I managed. One good thing at this level is, people understand the batsman pretty soon. 4 balls were enough for him to figure out I am cramped with short deliveries and have almost nothing to offer but a decent defense. The second bowler was a big guy right hand medium fast. The pace wasnt much but the length was testing length. Every now and then I could hear the threatening whistle of cherry.
After playing through a couple of overs from both the bowlers, I thought I can still settle with leaving the balls and get away with the spell, until they plotted a new way to get me. The big right handed guy started bowling round the wicket into my ribs with a fielder at silly mid on, short leg and leg slip. Rest all were in slips. Just try to imagine this and place urself in batting stance. I know what u felt just now.
1st bowl a fast bouncer, faster than any of his previous deliveries, left alone. 2nd ball, good length leg stump, just held its line and hit straight in my right chest. I was choked for 1 breath. That was quite a blow. It was a really really good delivery and it took me back. But this very blow made me stronger and more determined to play this guy off. Next ball, again a short one, little on leg stump, pulled to square leg for 4. What I had forgotten was he was a regular league player, smart player. 3rd ball, in swinging yorker and trust me this is the fastest ball I have ever played in my entire career, atleast as far as i remember. Straight on boots. Cherry when fresh n hard hurts through all guards. I got a swollen ankle bone. I was down twice in same over. When I write all this, I simply cant describe what I heard as part of sledging.
To my account, I played off the entire spell and did my job but more to mention was after all this I expected to move on and convert the hard work to some good score. All I did is, after coming back from drinks, got out on an average delivery for 14.
Not to save a^%, but this write up is to talk about the extra ordinary session of cricket I experienced. It was thrilling all throughout the 1 hr I played those fiery black guys. Hope to get these scores converted to big innings.
All in all, Cricket Rules..........
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Cricket and My Life
Every one in Indian sub continent understands the word CRICKET.
To share my views, cricket is my first love and it still happens to be special. The dating started long back when I was a toddler. Mom says, bat was the first toy which I dint bundle up in bin. I dont really recall the origin, but as a kid I was far away from childish games. Being one of the energetic ones, I always preffered outdoor sports to indoor ones. The love grew manyfold as I gew towards my youth.
Always enthralled by the whites of the game, I enjoyed reading newspaper for news of cricket, trying to grasp expert comments. Cricket is a Gentlemen's game is what I would digest in. Never missing an opportunity, I could get along with anyone and everyone if it was for cricket. The desire and passion would overcome every barrier, even studies, which are highly regarded back home. Looking at my passion for cricket, I was always black mailed in its name by my elders. Ready for any sacrifice, I learnt to get things done well in time. Guess, thats what is called true love.
Days progressed and months turned into years. The boyish me, was loaded with expectations and responsibilities only to see the rays of hope for cricket rising. When I was in school, I was almost sure about my carrier. Needless to mention, I was already a substantial part of local club.
When you say love, its more than mundane formalities. Its your day and its your night. The craze for cricket not only helped me in my day to day life but also taught one of the first lessons of life. The lessons which I can never forget. It gave me courage to face the odds. It gave me a never give up kinda attitude. It gave me the patience to plan things out. It gave me courage to think. And on top of everything, it gave me my confidence, my identity.
There are very few things in life which one treasures and I believe such things must be few in numbers. People close to me, love to call me cricket freak, lest to understand its my life. The devine treasure, thats what I love to call my game, my cricket.
To share my views, cricket is my first love and it still happens to be special. The dating started long back when I was a toddler. Mom says, bat was the first toy which I dint bundle up in bin. I dont really recall the origin, but as a kid I was far away from childish games. Being one of the energetic ones, I always preffered outdoor sports to indoor ones. The love grew manyfold as I gew towards my youth.
Always enthralled by the whites of the game, I enjoyed reading newspaper for news of cricket, trying to grasp expert comments. Cricket is a Gentlemen's game is what I would digest in. Never missing an opportunity, I could get along with anyone and everyone if it was for cricket. The desire and passion would overcome every barrier, even studies, which are highly regarded back home. Looking at my passion for cricket, I was always black mailed in its name by my elders. Ready for any sacrifice, I learnt to get things done well in time. Guess, thats what is called true love.
Days progressed and months turned into years. The boyish me, was loaded with expectations and responsibilities only to see the rays of hope for cricket rising. When I was in school, I was almost sure about my carrier. Needless to mention, I was already a substantial part of local club.
When you say love, its more than mundane formalities. Its your day and its your night. The craze for cricket not only helped me in my day to day life but also taught one of the first lessons of life. The lessons which I can never forget. It gave me courage to face the odds. It gave me a never give up kinda attitude. It gave me the patience to plan things out. It gave me courage to think. And on top of everything, it gave me my confidence, my identity.
There are very few things in life which one treasures and I believe such things must be few in numbers. People close to me, love to call me cricket freak, lest to understand its my life. The devine treasure, thats what I love to call my game, my cricket.
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