I choose to write on this topic since there has been a lull on activities related to cricket over the past few months. Although cricket still is very much a part of our minds, we appear to have become unmindful about it. Can a father disown his child, can a theist disown his God, or can a lover disown the thoughts of his beloved? Mighty impossible and implausible as it seems. Similarly, a cricketer cannot disown cricket or the squirmiest of thoughts related to it. The sport runs in the blood of his veins all day through, the thoughts occupy his mind more than he imagines it could, and he drools in vain despair as to why he’s opting to stay away from action than be a part of it.
The question is why? Have we played enough? Don’t we have the time? Has the passion encountered a near fatal attack? Has life become more demanding and challenging? Have we lost the discipline? Do we see no merit in keeping oneself fit? Many questions can be asked, but have we spared a thought on what is keeping us away from our love? Well, honestly I have not so far, and in all likelihood, so wouldn’t have you.
When we could manage to be a part of this earlier, why not now? Ponder over this for a brief moment.
The history has been fabulous. We have tasted both victories and defeats in the past. I’m not a statistician (by any stretch of your imagination) to provide analysis of whether victories have outnumbered the defeats or vice versa. But, what I can certainly say is that the happiness has outscored the disappointment (and that too by a huge margin). If being in the nets is fun, then being on the field is extremely satisfying. The desire gets fulfilled. It’s like a feeding on a five-course-meal after observing a day’s fast. The magic has to be recreated. The obscured passion needs to be resurfaced. The cramping body needs to be hydrated. The disintegrated group needs to be reformed. The old friends should meet the new ones. The mirth should return back. The post-match beer sessions should find their way back. The opposition has to be slaughtered. The equipments need to see the sun again. The sportsman spirit needs to get a new spirit.
The lover needs to meet his love - Come back folks, CRICKET NEEDS YOU.
The question is why? Have we played enough? Don’t we have the time? Has the passion encountered a near fatal attack? Has life become more demanding and challenging? Have we lost the discipline? Do we see no merit in keeping oneself fit? Many questions can be asked, but have we spared a thought on what is keeping us away from our love? Well, honestly I have not so far, and in all likelihood, so wouldn’t have you.
When we could manage to be a part of this earlier, why not now? Ponder over this for a brief moment.
The history has been fabulous. We have tasted both victories and defeats in the past. I’m not a statistician (by any stretch of your imagination) to provide analysis of whether victories have outnumbered the defeats or vice versa. But, what I can certainly say is that the happiness has outscored the disappointment (and that too by a huge margin). If being in the nets is fun, then being on the field is extremely satisfying. The desire gets fulfilled. It’s like a feeding on a five-course-meal after observing a day’s fast. The magic has to be recreated. The obscured passion needs to be resurfaced. The cramping body needs to be hydrated. The disintegrated group needs to be reformed. The old friends should meet the new ones. The mirth should return back. The post-match beer sessions should find their way back. The opposition has to be slaughtered. The equipments need to see the sun again. The sportsman spirit needs to get a new spirit.
The lover needs to meet his love - Come back folks, CRICKET NEEDS YOU.
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