Howzzat !

Australia play India today. Many will bunk office, claim outside work trips, sit unmoving through the various innings, quote history, gorge on food, lose appetites, glare at someone asking a question, swear at foolish bowling, and basically lose their minds.

Sometimes one wonders if life is cricket. Except for some , it is an unending lifelong-everyday-day-international played in the grounds of Life..............







Life,
she said,
threw bouncers at her;
She ducked some,
She faced some,
and became strong
in the process
of absorbing
angry looks,
muttered abuse,
and disdainful spitting.

Sometimes,
a slow one
made her think,
though momentarily.
Misled
into shoving it away,
she saw
the pillars shaking behind her.

Someone was
always spinning;
sometimes an imaginary yarn,
sometimes
a violence,
that appeared to go elsewhere,
but was directed to her.

She removed her
helmet of doubts,
wiped her
brow,
squinting at those
planning to destroy....

Sweeping
fashionable fools,
Flicking stuff
far behind her
crossing boundaries
set for her;
An almighty
shove
high up there
as her confidence
grew
like the projectile
that hit
the stands of
those
who understood and supported her...

Sometimes
in a pose reminiscent
of a Nataraja,
sometimes,
down on her knees,
slapping out
all the
dangers and troubles,
everything
meant for her.

And Life,
in a white coat,
held its hands,
sometimes high up,
sometimes
as if,
indicating the
green expanse,
giving her
all the resources
she needed.....

She looked up,
blinded
a bit by the
flooding sweat,
and more by
some tears of
relief and joy....

It looked like she would win
at last !