Sunday 22 October 2023

Earth's Date With Mars!

NASA scientists had fixed up a date between the Earth and the Mars. They had told that on 14th February 2024, Earth and Mars, while orbiting around the Sun, would be in a straight line and while doing so, would be very close to each other. Closest in the history of universe. So, in a way, they fixed a date between Earth and Mars.

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Mars was very excited. He had always wanted to date Earth. He hadn’t had much luck finding dates and he had attributed that to his rough, barren, and uninteresting looks. He hadn’t  expected that someone as pretty as earth would agree to go on a date with him. Initially he didn’t believe, but then he though “NASA scientists have confirmed this, so it must be true. NASA scientists were always accurate with information.”

The dry barren personality Mars had chosen for himself contrasted the beauty and liveliness Earth possessed. But then, opposites attract.

“Opposites attract“ was true for Earth as well. She had always wanted to have male friends. She had some female friends, like her next door neighbour Venus. But Earth had never got along well with Venus. Envy was one of the reasons. Because Venus was hot. With a surface temperature of 500 degree Celsius, she sure was hot. Venus was a celebrity too. She was considered an icon of beauty and femineity.

Another reason for the dislike was that Venus was boastful. And she was spiteful towards Earth. She always tried to put Earth down. Earth was very proud of her colour green. Venus once said to earth, “Hey, do you know where this colour green of yours come from? Because you are just next to me and looking at me you turn green with envy”, and had laughed spitefully. Earth hated her.

Earth wished she had someone whom she could call a “man-friend.” So, she was quite excited for the date with Mars.

She prepared well for the date. She wore a blue and green dress. She wore snow-white hat and matching white shoes, which incidentally were made of the icecaps of her north and south poles.

So, the date came. 14th February 2024. Mars and Earth were running in their own orbits. As they both took a turn around a corner they suddenly face to face with one another, and very close.

“Hi, Mars”, said earth, smiling.

“Hello Earth”, said Mars, beaming with happiness!”

Then Mars said, “Oh, my my!, “You are so pretty”. Look at the colours, green, blue, husk and brown, with a tint to orange at edges, he complimented Earth.

The earth laughed softly. She felt a little gave a friendly smile. She felt happy with the compliments she had received. She wished Venus was there to hear this.

Then Earth said to Mars, “You too are looking very handsome, Mars”. “And you are so cool.“ Minus 150 degree Celsius at the surface. That’s pretty cool!”

She continued with her words of admiration, “Aand I love the light red suit you are wearing. Matches well with your vibrant personality.”

Mars was not used to getting complimented by the opposite gender. “Oh, you must be kidding”, he said.

“Oh, why?”, said earth. “Do you know, at the place I come from, you are considered an icon of masculinity”. Strong, assertive, yet composed. Visibly visible among the crowd of planets, yet a mystique”. You must be having a lot of female fans, Mars.” Earth asked playfully.

Mars was too awestruck with earth’s words to say anything. And for some time, both just stood  looking at each other.

Earth broke the silence. She asked Mars something she was anxious about and was eager to know.

“Mars, who are those playful kids which I see around you?” she asked.

“Mars replied in lightening hurry. “Oh, you mean, Phobos and Deimos? They are my neighbour’s kids. They like to hang around me all the time. They see me as their role mode. I am like a big brother to them.

Mars paused, then clarified again, “You know, I am single”, with an emphasis on “single”

“Alright, said earth”, happy and relieved to hear this.

Then it was Mars’s turn to ask. “Earth, who is that little kid who roams around you? The one named moon or something?”

“Oh, that. That is my younger brother, Moon. He always sticks around me wherever I go. You know, he feels lonely. Unlike your neighbour’s kids, Phobos and Deimos, who have each other to play with, moon doesn’t have anyone to play with. So, I have to let him have my company, you know.” Said earth.

Then she added “I too am single, for the record”, “What did you assume Mars?” she asked playfully.

“Oh yes, yes, I know, I know you are single. I was just curious about the kid” said Mars.

“Anyway, glad to know more about you and your family, earth.”

Receiving desired replies to the important questions asked by each of them, Earth and Mars now settled comfortably into conversations.

Mars admitted, “You know, Earth. Last time we met, perhaps in the year 2500 BC, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you”.

“Don’t lie”, said Earth. “I had seen you looking past me and stealing a look towards Venus”, making no attempt to hide her annoyance.

Earth was right. Venus was so beautiful that no one could resist a look whenever she was visible. Mars too ]had never lost a chance to do so whenever he flew past Venus. But this was neither the time, nor the place to be truthful. So, he said “Oh, no, Earth. Not at all. I have no interest in Venus. You know she seems bright but I find you prettier. And you are so full of life.”  Mars was clever enough to know that although he liked Venus too, but she was far away and long-distance relationships rarely work. And earth was the best bet for him.

“Ok” said earth, happy with the reply. Even though she knew that the reply might not be a 100% honest one, she allowed it to cheer her up. 

The conversation between them grew warmer and warmer. They talked about their work, families, interests. Earth told that she worked in Real-estate. She had provided shelter to trillions of species including humans and others, and was managing it well.  Mars told he was working on a start-up aimed at generating oxygen and food on its surface. He wanted to make a preferred motel for the intergalactic travellers.

They were getting along well. But Mars wanted the date to be much more than this. He was hoping that the date would lead to something more intimate.

So, he said, “Hey earth, it’s obvious that we both like each other. Rather, we love each other’s company. So, why don’t we get a little closer?”

Earth smiled to acknowledge the affection Mars expressed, but said nothing.

Mars waited for her to respond. But She didn’t. So, he decided to say this finally. Gathering all his courage, he asked, ”Your place or mine?”

Earth responded with silence.

“Your place or mine?”, Mars repeated the question.

Earth gave a shy yet loving look towards mars, but then turned her face away.

Mars was perplexed. He asked Earth, “Do you, or do you not not want this, earth? Do you not want us to get to the next level of closeness”? Don’t lie to me, earth, I know you want me. Then why not?”

Earth turned back, with a little bit of sadness in her eyes.

She said softy, “This can’t happen Mars”, and fell silent again.

“But why? Why, Earth, why?” inquired Mars.

Then earth spoke. She spoke in a calm, composed voice. “This can’t happen, Mars. You and I can’t leave our respective orbits. The moment I cross over to your orbit, or you step into mine, strong forces of attraction, which we call gravitational forces, will pull us together and merge us into one.”

“So what? I want to be one with you. Don’t you?” said Mars.

The Earth began to explain, with sadness in her voice. “Mars! These forces of attraction are interdependent. They also hold the solar system together.  The moment you and I meet, the balance of forces in the solar system will get disturbed and all planets will get thrown out of their orbits. They will either fall into the Sun, or drift away deep into the universe.

“This is where we need to stop Mars. We can’t be any closer than what we are now. And I think now it’s time to say goodbye before the forces of attraction make us do something uncalled for”, said earth, raising her hand in a good-bye gesture.

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“But I will always look up to the next date with you, Mars,” assured Earth, holding back tears, but smiling.

Mars was sad beyond imagination. He had hoped this date to be much more intimate. He was sad it didn’t happen so. But he understood, he understood that the date on 14th February should not be the last date for them. He wanted many more dates with earth, and that was possible only if this date didn’t go in any other way than how it went.

So, he moved on, continuing to move around the sun in his regular orbit. Going away from earth, he started to hum -

“Oh God, I don’t want to be single,

 I too want to mingle.♬

“Oh God, pull me out from this Blackhole of singularity”

Oh God, please please, do me this charity” 🎜🎜

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Wednesday 15 August 2018

Sorry To Say Sorry!

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“We are Sorry to keep you waiting”….. “Your call is important for us”…… One of our Customer Support Executive will respond to you soon”

“We are sorry to keep you waiting…………………………………………………..”
Repeat “We are Sorry …………………………”
Repeat “We are Sorry …………………………”
Repeat “We are Sorry …………………………”
Repeat 100 times” We are Sorry ……..”

Finally, a voice. “Hi, I am Rocky, your Customer Support Executive”. How may I assist you today?

Me: I am not able to receive or make any calls and SMS from my mobile No. 98********.

He: I am sorry to hear you that. Let me help you with this.

Me: I would be delighted.

He (Mumbling): Not so soon sir! (Perhaps he has a devilish smile on his face at the other end of the phone). I am sorry to inform you that our system is not able to identify you as a customer.

Me: Why?

He: I am sorry Sir. But you are not calling from the mobile No. 98******** for which you want to register a complaint. Actually you must call from the same number for which you have a complaint.

Me: I told you that the number is not working. I am not able to make any calls from that number. Hence I am using another phone to call you.

He: Sorry to know that, sir. But again sorry to inform you that to get any help from us you must call us from that number only.

Me: (Raising my voice) Come on. How is that possible? I already told you that the number isn’t working. And this call to you now is exactly about this.

He:  Sorry to hear that Sir. But sorry to inform that as per our company policy unless you call from the same number, we can not identify you as a legitimate owner of that number.

Me: This is weird. How can you be so stupi…… Okay, okay. Why don’t you identify me with my details…. That mother’s maiden name thingy and all?

He: I am sorry sir for the inconvenience. Now tell me your e-mail id, your Aadhaar card number., your driving license number, your father’s name, your mother’s name, your aunt’s second cousin’s name, your High school English teacher’s name… your………

Me: Wait, why do you want me to tell my English teacher’s name? I don’t want you to speak to her and know how poorly I had scored in Spelling and Grammar!

He: Sorry about that sir….. I mean your poor grades in spelling and grammar. And I am sorry to inform you that as per our policy unless you give us these details, we can’t help you.
(After a pause) “And sir, we have a special package for you where you can learn English Spelling and grammar through our unique SMS based learning program. And you will get a degree from IIN too”.

Me:  (Gritting my teeth)Damn it!

Me again: Okay. Here is all the info you needed to identify me. Now please solve my problem.

He: Sorry sir for the inconvenience you are facing with your mobile number.  I have registered your complaint and our back-end technical team will call you within 24 working hours to solve the problem.

Me: Wait! What’s this 24 working hours? Do you mean that with 8 working hours per day the 24 working hours are actually 3 days? Will it take so long for your technical team to contact me?

He (Perhaps grinning):  Sorry Sir. I am sorry to inform you that it may be longer than that. Because next two days are Saturday and Sunday- non-working days for us. Then Monday is a festival-holiday. The Tuesday is our General Manager’s  wife’s birthday, so all of will be at the party… Wednesday is again a festival-holiday, Thursday is our group picnic so a non-working day for us. Friday is as you know the Good Friday. Then Saturday……….

Me (screaming): This is madness. You mean to say that I will have to wait for next to next Thursday, a good 12 days from now before your 24 working hour period is over?

He: Sorry Sir, but we are not allowed to do any calculations about this. We can only inform that our team will contact you within next 24 working hours.

Me: I demand to speak to your senior.

He: Okay sir, I will connect you to my senior now. Sorry again for the inconvenience you are facing.

Silence for a minute then a voice appears from the other side of the phone.

The Voice: How may I assist you sir?
(The voice seems familiar)
Me: Wait…. Are you not the same person I was talking to? See, I asked you to let me speak to your senior. Didn’t I?

The Voice: Yesssss Sir. But actually I have just been promoted. Looking at my splendid performance during this call, they have promoted me to a senior position just now. So technically now I am the person you were wanting to speak to.

Me(Despaired): Never mind. …… Ok just give me a complaint number.

He: Sorry sir, but I can’t give you any complaint number now. The complaint number will be SMSed to your mobile number 98********.

Me: But that number isn’t working. I am not able to get any calls or sms on it. How will I see my complaint registration number then?

He: Sorry Sir, but I can’t give you the compliant number. As per our procedure the complaint number will be SMSed to 98******** only.

He (continuing): …Sorry for the inconvenience sir. But don’t worry, our technical team will call you on 98******** within 24 working hours.

Me (shocked): What did ya say? They will call me on 98********? But the number isn’t working. And that’s what all this is about!

He: Sorry to hear that your number 98******** isn’t working sir. But as per our policy, our team will contact you at your number 98******** only. So please be available when they call you at this number.

Me (Pulling my hair now): What the ****!

He: Sorry Sir??

Me (gaining consciousness): Okay, okay, enough. You don’t have to be sorry for the poor services you company is providing to me. See, this isn’t personal. I am just annoyed with the services I am getting from your company.

He: Sorry Sir. Sorry to note that.

Me (sympathetically): Why do you keep on saying sorry for every small and big thing? Please understand that your sorry doesn’t not help me. All I need is a resolution for the problem and not apologies from you.

He: Sorry Sir. Sorry to note that you do not want to hear sorry from us. Bur Sorry sir, we have been trained to tell you sorry again and again till you feel sorry for us. In fact I can say sorry in 30 different languages…. English, Kannada, Arabic, Bengali…. Which one do you prefer sir? And if you want to hear sorry in French, press ‘5’ the next time you call us, and press ‘6’ for hearing sorry in German.

Me (Banging my head on wall): I am sorry. I am really sorry that I made this call to Customer Care……

He: Sorry sir to hear that you are feeling sorry. But as per our policy…………..

Me: #$%^&***&**
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Sorry if this brings you back memories of similar experience you have had with Customer Support.


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Friday 4 November 2016

The Tirupati Moment

I could have easily skipped writing on this week’s prompt had I not read Ashwath’s post (Since I am very uncomfortable writing about myself or my life). Ashwath’s post prompted me to share a similar experience I had with Tirupati and the God presiding there. And the line in his post, ‘It’s not chivalrous to live in denial of one’s emotional identity….” gives me courage.

Unlike Aswath’s post, which is a tale of his honestly keeping his end of deal with God breaking the strings of ‘pretentious molar of false ego,’ as he calls it, mine is a tale of my failure to keep my promise arising out of my inhibition to shed the coolness factor, which I assume, came from my arrogance of not acknowledging my limitations in the functioning of universe.

I had never claimed to be an Atheist, even an agnostic. Perhaps this makes my offence more serious than that of an atheist. In my case, it was an offence committed not in ignorance but with full knowledge, a breach of contract.

We humans are helpless yet greedy beings, always wishing for things which are beyond our capabilities or entitlement. I am no different. Behind the cloak of my self-confidence and ego of self-reliance, lied my desire to turn the dice of luck in my favour.

Seeking to be granted favours from the powers of the universe I had pledged my hair the God who presides over Tirupati. But once favours granted, my false ego and inhibition to accept my frailty, (to lose the coolness factor), I acted conveniently,defaulting on the promise.

A convenient breach of contract, and act of deception with someone who I thought was too indifferent to remind me for his dues, was an act of dastardity on my part.

However, in the time that followed, I found myself cursed with adversities beyond the control of human means. The universal dice unfavoured me in its each and every throw. I was surrounded with troubles which although I did not expect yet knew that I did not qualify to undeserve them either. Surrounded with situations beyond the influence of human means or will, I experienced the futility of money, power and resources.

Having the convenience of being a believer, I turned to the God at Tirupati to help me sail through the circumstances no human has neither competence nor resources to cross. Finally, I accepted my defeat and paid my dues to the God to seek forgivance.

I remember having been told in my early childhood, “As you grow up, you will start believing less in things like luck and God and more in your ability to change things by yourself." However, the opposite happened to me. The experience made me realize limitation of tools humans have-  will-power, money etc., and the influence the unexplained, not-fully-known alien power known as God exercises over the universe and its laws.

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Monday 31 October 2016

The Zeroth Dimension!

Lucifer was agitated. The Nobel Prize for physics had been announced and not him but his fellow scientist Richard had won it for his theory on 5th dimension.

Lucifer was one of the most renowned physicists, just like Richard. However, given his belief that the forces of universe are evil, he was nicknamed Lucifer by the scientist community.

Both he and Richard were working on dimensionalism, i.e. discovering dimensions beyond the four known till then. While he was working to prove existence of 0th dimension, Richard was researching on 5th dimension.

Lucifer too had submitted his theory on 0th dimension for the Nobel Prize. In his theory, he had claimed that not only does the 0th dimension exist, but it rules over all other dimensions including the known four- length, width, depth, and time.

Although both Lucifer and Richards completed and presented their research at the same time, the world lapped up Richard’s discovery of 5th dimension with applause and rejected Lucifer’s 0th dimension theory. The scientist community laughingly called his 0th dimension theory a wild imagination or a science fiction at best.

Lucifer found it hard to digest the insult. He knew he was right- the 0th-dimension really existed. A dimension which represents nothingness. A dimension which supersedes all other dimensions of the universe and can destroy all of them- including the 4th dimension called time.

His logic was simple. If E = MC2 is true, so should be E – MC2 = 0. It means that all the energy and mass of the universe can be converged into nothingness represented by the 0 in the right hand side of the equation.

The Nobel Prize announcement was the last straw on camel’s back. Jilted, Lucifer knew what he wanted to do. He would have to show the world in practice, and not just in theory, that the 0th dimension existed, that he was right.

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He walked through the security checks to get into the Large Hadron Collider tunnel. A scientist of his eminence hardy deserved to be stopped or asked any questions at this most advance particle research facility at Geneva. 

Inside the tunnel, different particles like Photon, Boson and Hadron were streamed continuously and their collisions studied in order to unravel the mysteries of universe. The research had already led the scientists to believe that there could be up to 10 dimensions and not just four as was believed earlier. What they didn’t believe in was the 0th dimension.  

Lucifer inserted in a small chip into the particle emitter tube. The tube started emitting Photons which travelled back and forth at the speed of light through the 27 Kilometre long tunnel. But these weren’t ordinary Photons. These were the ones which could attain 0th dimension, and could make the surroundings attain the same.

Inside the tunnel, as the newer photons collided with the ones reflected back from the end of the tunnel, they lost a dimension. First, they became two dimensional entities, just having length and width but no depth, then they turned one –dimensional – linear entities. And after the fourth collision, they turned into something which had 0-dimensions.

And this wasn’t the end. The Photons which went into the 0th dimension, behaved like tiny balckholes spreading 0-dimensionism. They triggered a chain reaction where all matter surrounding them got sucked into them and vanished.

Soon, everything inside and around the tunnel started vanishing into the newly formed tiny blackholes, the 0-dimensional entities.

First, the tunnel collapsed, then the city of Geneva, followed by the Earth, Solar System and the galaxy Milkyway. Soon the Universe started to implode, with stars, planets, black-holes and all matter rushing towards the 0-dimensional vortex and vanishing therein forever.

                                        Soon the universe started imploding
The Hadron Tunnel became a 0-dimensional blackhole
gobbling up the matter around it.          

And all this happened instantaneously without any time lapse, since the 4th dimension time had already been gobbled up by the 0th dimension.

Lucifer’s prophecy that “if E = MC2 is true, then E – MC2 = 0 should also be true”, had come true. the sum of all the energy and the matter contained in the universe had become 0. His revenge was complete. Only that he wasn’t around to witness it.

It is not known if the universe, converted into 0-dimensional nothingness will remain like that for ever, or this would be the beginning of next big bang with matter again borning out of nothingness and start forming a new universe.

Because no one really knows how 0-dimensionanism behaves.

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Another of my Sci-Fi is here E = MC2

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Saturday 8 October 2016

What Is India, By The Way?

The other day, my foreigner friend, Humpty Dumpty, asked me: “What is India?

Me: Why do you ask? It’s a country, a subcontinent, a....peninsula perhaps?”

He: I mean, what actually is India? I am confused. Is it a place where guests get worshiped like God, or get raped the first time they reveal their fair skinned legs below the skirt?

Me: Huh?

He: Is it the land of monks, or is it where Sunny Leone comes from? Is it a place where celibacy is revered? Or is it a place where people reproduce like rabbits?  

I batted my eyelids. I was as clueless as him.

He: I am confused. I vaguely know that it’s a place where women keep their faces hidden behind a veil, but someone recently told me that your national dress saree allows an eyeful of their bare belly?

Me: Yeah, and perhaps the navel too if you are lucky.

I wondered whether we Indians knew what India is.

Recently a certain Pappu called it a beehive and drew flak. People who pounced on him were the ones who prefer to call it “Mother”, but with a pre-condition that only a particular set words - “Vande Mataram” be used to refer to her.

I am not sure what it is.

Is it where you get the spiciest of food, or spiciest of ladies? I mean the the ones from Bolly, Tolly, and Mollywood?

Is it the biggest exporter of Patanjali’s Shilajit (desi aphrodisiac)? Or is it the biggest importer of Viagra?

Is it a place where you may get free wifi at public places, but will have to pay to use a toilet?

Is it a place where people flock to one Baba’s shop to buy everything swadesi including noodles and chocolates? Or where everyone is looking to go UK for studies, US for work, and for all other things, Bangkok. (Although someone recently claimed to have visited Bangkok for Vipaasana only).

Is it some sort of concoction? (Drinking which keeps us intoxicated enough to bear the pains of being here?)

Perhaps India is a cocktail served with some Vada Pao, Patanjali peanuts, butter chicken, and no beef.

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Thursday 6 October 2016

The Unclicked Pics!

I never click any pics. I never carry a camera with me anywhere, nor my finger ever goes on my mobile.

I neither like clicking, nor getting clicked. The last time I allowed someone to take my pic was when they made my Aadhar card. (And the results were discouraging enough to make me continue my aversion for the camera.)

Actually, my laziness in operating the click-button, not possessing a selfie-stick, not having the patience to operate one, not having the will to carry a camera, and things like these help me savour the beauty of the moment and store it forever.

Whenever I get to see a snow covered mountain, a full blossomed chinar tree, colourful butterflies around, or tidal waves at sea, I just stand still, breathe in the scene, savour each moment and the scene gets etched in my memory forever. I do not prefer my eyes to be covered with lenses of any kind.

I don’t possess a selfie-stick, not the skill to operate one. The only sticks am good with, are fried potato sticks which I can gobble up a hundred in a few seconds. I plan to stick to my sticky resolution of not buying a selfie stick ever.

Come our annual vacation, and my wife ensures that our 30 Megapixel, high quality CMOS sensor, 20x optical zoom Canon is placed first in the travel-bag before I get a chance to place my humble pair of trousers there. She may forget to take along her toothbrush but never the camera.

The camera occupies quite a good space in our bag. That tiny yet mighty device is far richer in accessories than me. It has got a set of zoom lenses, spare batteries, data cable, memory-cards, hand-stand, tripods, carrying case and what not. Compare it with me who has got just a watch and a wallet to call as accessories. Actually, I feel pixelled (belittled) in front of the camera.

Then on that day of our jungle safari, as our jeep moved closer to the tree, we suddenly noticed a full grown Cheetah occupying the lowermost branch. His shiny skin and big, strong body emanated grace. All lenses and a pair of eyes (mine) turned towards him. I kept watching hypnotised, unaware of the clicking sounds around me, as he jumped off the branch gracefully and started walking majestically towards the bushes. For a moment, he turned back and our eyes met. He maintained the eye contact for a full half minute, as if acknowledging the appreciation in my eyes, then walked away confidently behind the bushes. Perhaps mine were the only pair of human eyes he got a chance to make contact with.

A year after, my wife was browsing through various folders in her laptop to locate the Cheetah pics to show off to her visiting friend but wasn’t able to locate. Sitting beside, I started narrating the scene beginning from the moment we first noticed him on the tree, how he jumped off and strode gracefully, his muscular body and the calm and confidence in his eyes. As I finished, she said, “Wow, you remember it so well, and your narration reproduced the picture for me”.

“Because I saw it with my own eyes honey, and didn’t allow the camera to see it for me. That’s why,” I said.  

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Wednesday 21 September 2016

Running Between The Wickets!

This week's prompt
What is it that we are running after? Isn't it time to step back and enjoy life, nature, family or anything we really love

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Running between the wickets was once my passion.

The above prompt made me think............For long I have been running, running, and running........, but not between the wickets, for I have long forgotten to run for the runs.........

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India’s World Cup victory in 1983 ignited passion for cricket in me. As I watched Kapil Dev taking that legendary catch off Vivian Richards, I vowed that I will one day play the World Cup finals by myself.

This is the story of my passion for running between the wickets……

I saw that match,
That wonderful catch,
Which sent Viv Richards out,
In that all important bout…..

I saw him hold the cup,
With flow of champagne and wine,
And got shivers,
Down my spine…

Took out my bat and ball,
In a moment, was joined by my pals

Playing with a rubber ball,
We drew stumps on the wall…..

We played day and night,
With all our will and might…..

I dreamed of holding the bat,
One day, on international mat……

I shall put the pitch on fire,
In Lords, Oval, and Lancashire….

I shall send Imran for a six,
And put Aussies in a fix…….

I shall hold the cup again in hand,
India will rule the 22 yards land….

But when I grew,
It was entirely a different view….

I did well in the game,
Got some name and fame,
I took good catches,
And won a few matches….

“He is good with bat,” the word spread,
But my dad sternly said,
“The pen, and not the bat,
will fetch you your bread”…….

Pen is mightier than the bat, I was told,
And pen was the thing I went on to hold…..

The stumps, bat and ball,
Lay in a corner of hall…..

Then one day…………..

I saw the old stumps,
And got goose bumps……

The bat came to life,
And ball ready for a strife……….

I called up a few old chaps,
Who all came wearing white caps…..

The world around me changed,
As the stumps were arranged…….

As I hit the ball,
Over boundary-wall,
I realize, this is something,
Which was my true call…….

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