Street cricket - shop the target !
It was My bat and the oponents Ball !! I won - but why the shop lost ??
It was a fine afternoon during those usual summer vacation at school. Break from routine, break from waking up early in the morning and break from the homework that occupied most of our minds. Guess I had even completed the assignment they gave us to torture during the days we took granted for enjoyment. I heeded out for some fun now.
Cricket was into my mind, as the street cricket that most know it. I never intended to become any professional player, though a few times I had fantasized of being one. The team was set, guess the number of players?? There were only three - including me. Of the three, two by default became opponents and one was to field for both the teams, and bat for both the teams, he was a kid.
We tossed by the time tested way of tossing, wait! Not the usual coin toss, one keeps a small grain of sand in between the thumb and the index finger and rotates the hand well enough in the air for the other person to only guess if the grain existed or not, though the control of the toss is with the person who has the grain in his hand, the probability of winning the toss is almost equal.
He had the grain in his hand and did the ritual, I won the toss!! He annoyed me by asking me to repeat the same, I being elder to him agreed for it. The same was repeated, I won again and this time I was stubborn and made him accept that the luck favored me. It was a fashion those days for the person who wins the toss to opt for batting, and so was I interested. I played for quite some time, almost for an hour or so, and that game was played with partial test match rules, with field restrictions only on one side, and lost to his ball with a simple catch.
It was his turn now, he wasn’t tall as to his age (sure dwarf he was). For every ball that I put he managed to bring his entire body to rescue the stumps. I had in fact caught him more than twice, which he never accepted, even after prolonged debate on the same he never gave up. Again being generous I left him enjoy the bat, though he was “out” for more than 5-6 times before. Then I put the master ball, which hit the stumps right in the center, I felt relieved that I took his wicket, but that little erratum was not ready to accept his defeat, he claimed the ball was a throw, which was actually a twister that was too slow. I slammed him and was irritated to the core, and demanded that the ball which made me out was of the same kind. He readily gave up his batting and told me that he would repeat his bowling session; I then resumed the play from the score that was his target till before then. I was at the hell of my mind. I hit continuous “fours” and raised my score to good numbers, though a six was “out” in our street rules.
May be those “fours” and the dissatisfaction in the eyes of the losing opponent encouraged me to hit more of them, He put a slow ball, which I miss judged and hit hard, Alarm it was, a THUD sound, then a glass breaking sound, very loud, loud enough to wake the neighbors. There came out the shop keeper to find no one at all at the place where there was debates/noise/screams just before a few seconds. (Ref: we were playing right in front of the newly opened shop – he never objected us because that was our usual play ground – and the shop had survived almost 10 day till that day). I could hear him shout “who were playing?? Who were playing here? Come here, come here”, from the small grass herd that was opposite to my house where I had hidden. This time as if a Thief, as if a robber, I made small and quite moves and counting down “3 2 1” ran towards my home, that was in first floor in Coimbatore.
I was very scared I told my mother the entire story, I found my sister more than happy to see her always troubling brother in trouble. I then wrote a letter of apology before my dad came home and as soon as he entered I gave him the letter and ran away. He read the letter and just gave an advice of being careful the next time while playing. Things settle more than easily than what I had expected at home.
Latter my mother settled with the shopkeeper and paid for the damages. Play area was sealed, they never let us play cricket in there again. Then changed the season from Cricketing to Shuttle!!