I am a cricketer- mind you, not National or International but GLOBAL. Yes, a Global Cricketer.
Since the age of 7, I have been playing everywhere –inside the house, inside the classroom, school corridors, outside the school, on the roads, on the hill top.
I am very talented- I play a bat-less shot when I’m talking and do ball-less balling when I’m walking. Infact I cannot walk straight – my hands keep moving in that ‘inswing’ or ‘outswing’ action all the time. My locality people till date, firmly believe that I suffer from some motor movements’ or psychological problem. I am Obsessed, not Possessed.
Today, visiting Shimla after 20 long years for my school reunion meet.
College, Career, Money and Life – took me everywhere across the world and I have achieved all except Life: life was only in Shimla- once a month butter chicken and Malai Kofta dinner in New Plaza, butter sambhar vada in Indian coffee House, softy on the mall, Mehru halwai’s ghee puri aloo, paranthas outside St. Bede College, inter school sports meet (way St. Edward’s and Bishop Cotton schools boys used to compete), and MY CRICKET…
It all started in Shimla- journey from a plastic ball to tennis ball to balls made of socks to Cricket ball!
I was lucky enough, to have a big play ground in my school, St. Edward’s, a premier all boys convent in Shimla. Hitting sixes, crossing boundaries, friends, teachers and father of the school cheering – school provided me with the ground that I needed to play and play. All boys school – so no other distraction – all time, energy and pocket money for cricket!
At the age of 12, I got selected to represent my district for under 16 state level cricket tournaments. My day and night dream was now a day and night tournament reality. That innocence, bubbling with future of endless cricket, first class train journey, 5 star hotel stay, unlimited coca- cola, over-packed stadiums, cheers, never saw a dad’s overstretched pocket for new shoes and kit.
With that spoon of curd sugar mixture, I had left home to become a Cricket Legend from Shimla.
And I did become a legend not once but twice:
• Legendary Rider: Journey on top of the Himachal roadways bus to the venue: Sainik School Ground, Sujanpur Tira town, Hamirpur district, Himachal Pradesh, stay in dharamshala with no toilets, daily of Rs. 10/day, bathing in the river, Beas. Soon personal items, sleeping bag and shoes had become public.
Google, You Tube can never match the shoe hits, the convent boy got on his first night. With the bucket in my hand and towel on my shoulders, I was everywhere in the field. Leave about playing a single shot, could not even leave my finger prints on the match ball.
But I did learn: how to hold the donkey from its ears and jump on its back. On the last day of tournament, I was on the top- had learnt finally, how to climb and ride a donkey.
My First Tournament Highlight: I was always at the top in my first tournament: Himachal Roadways bus on the first day and on top of the donkey on the last day!
My Prize: lifelong friends and I am a pro donkey rider
My learnings: economic/social/political factors all fail when heart wants to follow its passion and importance of that one room – WASHROOM
• Legendary Husband: I have been written off as a NPA (non-performing asset) by my wife. Thank God, she is still using the word ‘asset’ and not ‘liability for me. Everyday, she threatens me to use all my cricket bats for ‘Lohri’ or ‘Holi Dahan’. There is no place for my cricket kit in the house- my life, my passion lives in the car boot.
She has used all possible measures in the world to make me quit cricket – ‘have you ever seen a sportsman of your size’; ‘your run count is directly proportional to the number of bats you have’; ‘you should have got married to your bats and cricket friends’, ‘your IT career is in ruins’!
I have dared to defy my wife (though paying for the consequences). I am still playing cricket for the leagues and at corporate level. I have two loves: cricket and wife- cannot leave both but if forced then…
My Innings Highlight: still married and happily playing cricket over the weekends, though have to take permission
My Prize: cricket ball of the match, in which I had made my first century, has finally found place in our home temple and all cricket trophies in the bed box (were almost sold to the junk dealer)
My learnings: 2 W’s (weight and wife) need to be balanced tactfully for life long cricket career and never leave your company if it has cricket ground
“I am still NOT OUT”
(Dedicated to all the cricket players and lovers- does not matter where we play, as long as we play!)
December 19, 2016 at 1:03 am
This is really a sweet one and does speak about the love triangle between the Cricketer, Cricket and his wife. The way it’s presented shows the passion for cricket considering his love towards his wife and shows when someone dream about something and is passionate about it, they will manage to keep hold of it. The wife’s understanding towards the journey of his cricketer husband portrays how to keep your relationship healthy and the jokes in between shows how they manage to lead such a wonderful life together.
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December 19, 2016 at 1:11 am
Very well said. Striking the balance is the key to happiness!
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December 19, 2016 at 1:59 am
Amazing read.. Makes u nostalgic.. I’m sure half of India would relate to it. I still shadow practice Ganguly’s off-drive and Warne’s flipper.. 🙂
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December 19, 2016 at 3:07 am
Hope, our posts makes you pick up that cricket ball soon!! Thank you so much for liking our posts.
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December 19, 2016 at 2:17 am
Very well written… it was amazing to read…love to read more
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December 19, 2016 at 3:02 am
Thank you so much. Stay tuned for future posts!!
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December 19, 2016 at 3:10 am
Great depiction of the life of a avid Punjabi cricketer and a married man. Great job writer
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December 19, 2016 at 3:19 am
Amazing read! Truly epitomizes the man-child’s struggle to stay the cricket loving kid while still trying to give his family quality time (and either succeeding in both or spectacularly failing but in style!). No matter what, the passion never dies.
P.S. I hope those bats endure the test of time and Lohri fires – all the best and hope you keep getting the permission for weekends 😉
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December 19, 2016 at 4:12 am
True struggle between passion and family. We all go through this
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December 19, 2016 at 4:00 am
A story of every guy who have played the sport so passionately.. A writeup that flows through emotions.. It make you feel nostalgic reading the first half and funng towards the end… An apt title to support a brilliant masterpiece..
“I am still NOT OUT” is the first but i hope not the last.. Keep writing.. U make us live those memories we lost somewhere..
-Harry4u
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December 19, 2016 at 4:21 am
Thank you so much!! We are so happy that we could touch your heart. Keep playing..
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December 19, 2016 at 4:55 am
A very emotional journey back in time for those small town boys who loved playing cricket like religion, well all of India rather! I could visualise myself in every moment of this emotional trip! Very well articulated relationship between husband, wife and cricket in most Indian families.
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December 19, 2016 at 5:18 am
Thanks.. A daily challenge for all of us!!
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December 19, 2016 at 11:44 am
Very well written…it really drove me back to those lovely memorable days that are still cherished…great job
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December 19, 2016 at 11:56 am
Thank you so much- memories and heart have a very unique relationship
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December 19, 2016 at 11:49 am
Very well written…great job
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December 19, 2016 at 11:56 am
Thank you so much
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December 20, 2016 at 4:26 am
I know this EPIC cricketer since 2006 as he dropped me to my rented flat in his second love before marriage (Corolla). His car was his moving dressing room as he rightly describe “my passion lives in the car boot”
He was so true in defining what Life is when he boldly said “Life was only in Shimla”.
Life is where your roots are and not where job takes you 🙂
I have lot to write as younger brother but will keep it between ourselves for the time being.. All i can say is, a new writer is born 🙂 🙂
Love you paaji and thanks bhabhi ji for being HIS inspiration 🙂
Keep writing !!
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December 20, 2016 at 12:59 pm
Partners in crime
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December 20, 2016 at 9:08 am
Being an outsider, I really liked the list of eateries in Shimla. So next time, I can check them out, if and when I visit the city. It would be great to know more about these eateries and what they specialize in.
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December 20, 2016 at 11:53 am
Thanks a lot for your feedback Preeti. Do visit and enjoy this Queen of Hills!
Stay tuned to know and experience more about Shimla and other places.
Happy travelling!!
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December 20, 2016 at 1:00 pm
Sure we would detail that out
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