Here comes the last over and once this gets over with, i can have a cool relaxing bath, i think. The heat of the ground and the incessant drum beats make me erratic. 'I played some lack lustre cricket today', i say to myself. May be i can plan my shots when the next bowler comes up. I send a silent prayer Upwards, trying to duck the balls bowled. Cricket runs in my blood- i drink cricket, i eat cricket, i walk cricket and i talk cricket- no, i am not Mandira Bedi, i am NINE(TY NINE)DULKAR...As i wait for the next over, there comes the Bawalpindi Express, straight on tracks. Oh no..not today! And not this bowler. The very thought of him brings me the goose bumps and makes me weak in the knees. He is a nightmare, straight from a horror movie. I gingerly brace up for the first ball, trying to avoid eye contact. His long mane bouncing, he charges straight for me...oh, my stumps. I duck as usual and heave a sigh of relief when the ball rolls along the wicket straight to him. He sends one of his piercing glances in my direction, which i choose to ignore anyway.
|Picture courtesy- The Dawn|
Next ball, i evade dutifully and that is when i see the giant screen in the ground, flashing the look in his eyes- that killer look i have been carefully avoiding and there ends my poignancy. My legs tremble and shake, my head goes around on a carousel and my whole body shakes like a leaf. That is when Mr Clean@' saaf'ridi sees me. I am ashamed that 'Saaf'ridi sees me at such a sorry state, but when you are facing the Bawalpindi Express with biting menace, you can't act mellow and soft. I dutifully forgot this whole 'shaky shaky ' episode until Mr Express published his autobiography- Controversially Yours. Bawalpindi Express had claimed that i was afraid of him and my whole nation burst into denial mode.
Then came the shocker- Mr Clean@ 'saaf'ridi, who has never ever met a bookie all his life, but was sadly(!) banned from international cricket claimed my legs shook facing Express' delivery. I vehemently deny the claim Mr Clean@"saaf"ridi- that day, there was a mild earthquake measuring 5.0 exactly on that pitch with epicentre at the batsman's end. How dare you level such an allegation against me? You know, i have the meteorological readings from my country's Met Department which never goes wrong on its predictions. See how exactly we predicted the tsunami and the recent Sikkim quake? It took just 24 hours for Mr Clean to come clean on his allegations, he retracted the earlier statement. Ah...i can breathe in peace now. We Indians have the disease of shaking and trembling seeing our neighbors, don't we?
Ah...there arrives the plane, a distant dot in the deep blue horizon. My heart skips a beat as i wait near the tarmac. The wheels touch down perfectly and the plane pulls over to a stop. My heart too stops a bit and beats faster than ever. Damn! Why did i forget my pressure pills today morning? The very moment i heard she is headed to meet me, i felt the whole wide world beautiful. I smiled a lot, waved a lot and tried to look chic and smug in my designer coats. I changed my reading glasses for a brand new Police and sported a trendy salt and pepper but pampered hairstyle. I felt floating in the air and peered to get my first direct glimpse of her. Trust me, her blurred pictures where nowhere near the original breath taking beauty. When she stepped down the stairs...i felt like swooning, my legs shaking and giving away. My pulse racing and heart throbbing, i gulped down, trying to smoothen my coat with trembling fingers. My shaking legs must have been a give away, for she adjusted her cool Gucci shades and flashed that fleeting smile of hers. Oh my God...i thought, this is one neighbor not to miss and not to mess.
|Picture Courtesy- Hindustan times|
My eyes rove over her and so do hundreds of shutter happy paparazzi who almost blind me with their flashes. Sending her sweet 'i mean business' smile towards them, she breezes towards me with her Jimmy Choos heels thumping on the red carpet. I stand rooted to my spot, the big bouquet in my hand, all sweaty and wet. I adore the way she holds her Louis Vuitton tote bag and the graceful charm in the pearls that fervently glide over her neck. My legs shake- cramps, you see. As we both clasp our hands and shake it tight, i feel thankful. Thankful that no one ever saw me shaking, looking at our neighbor. Newspapers and tabloids were in a frenzy- NINA, NINA they chanted her name as if in a trance. All the channels telecast and re- telecast her style statements and luckily missed my 'shaky shaky moments'. I refused to wash my hands that shook hers for a few days and till the moment she left for the airport, i was her Guardian Angel. We signed and shook hands, dined together and talked business. But every time i see her, i tremble- Indians tremble seeing their neighbors....what do you say, people?
Disclaimer: The pictures above have no relevance to the story...which is PURELY FICTIONAL!
The pictures above have no relevance to the story...which is PURELY FICTIONAL!..... ONly the BLOG is the TRUTH.... Not the Pictures ... ;)ReplyDelete
Hey u forgot the "Names have been changed to protect Privacy" Thing... ;)
Hahaha...gee thanks Achu;) You reminded me of the forgotten foot note:PReplyDelete
Thanks for the comment and visit, after a loooooooong time:)
Lol... Loved your disclaimer more than the post ;) ;) ;)ReplyDelete
Loved it :) :)
Haha :-D You are an amazing fictional writer :-PReplyDelete
Epicentre at the feet of the batsman!!
Loved the post and the 1st comment too:)
Have a wonderful week ahead:)
Hey, you have started hurting me with your posts.When I start reading I invariably fall on the floor and roll with uncontrollable laughter clutching my stomach with with both hands until my daughter comes and remonstrates with me that too much laughter may be harmful.ReplyDelete
The earthquake explanation with epicentre under your feet is a novel and original idea that our batting icons can use in future to explain their failures.Your well deserved pat for the accuracy of our meterological guys did not go unnoticed.
It is indeed commendable that you could dine and discuss with the beauty despite your heart going pitter patter and limbs shaking.Only not washing your hands for days was somewhat disconcerting but I take comfort with the thought that you would have used perfumed tissues to wipe after every meal.
Fabulous cloud nine.I want your commentary on every match of ours with new reasons why our men in blues become blue when they face even lesser bowlers than Bawalpindi express.Incidentally Mandira can learn a lesson or two.
@ Madhulika- thanks a ton for your visit and comment. happy you loved the post...oops...disclaimer! LOL!!!ReplyDelete
@ Arti- Thank you love:) And happy you read that SUPER DUPER COMMENT! Wishing you a great week too:)
Ahhh. at least this is not as disgusting as some other jodis and I love that disclaimer.. LOL ! Really funny!ReplyDelete
Dear KP, a big Thank You for the lovely lovely comment:) Poor daughter, she must be cursing me:P Glad you liked my post so much. And don't worry about the unclean hands, of course, the perfumed tissue was used a bit;)And regarding that commentary thing, i am all game..Lets give Harsha Bhogle and Mandira some training, what say, KP?:PReplyDelete
ha ha Cloud Nine.. You are very creative.. Loved this post..ReplyDelete
Someone is Special
A creative and enjoyable post!ReplyDelete
Dear Meera, thanks for the comment:)Glad you liked the post. And your rabne bana di jodi was just too good:PReplyDelete
Dear SiS, happy you liked the post:) Thanks for the visit and comment!ReplyDelete
@ Rahul Bhatia- Thanks a ton for the comment and glad you enjoyed the post. Welcome to my blog:) Do continue your patronage!
Yes, we do start trembling seeing our neighbors...who wants trouble?ReplyDelete
I think it was Shoaib's oily mane and unwashed self that made Ton-dulkar do a shaky shake.ReplyDelete
And I wish SM Krishna would let go off that awful wig of his!
Interesting take on Indians that shake :)
Hey Cloudnine, you forget to mention the hip shakes at pub's!ReplyDelete
That was wicked. The story after the break was such a relief. I was almost loosing it like my fella indians at my God being made a joke. Just Joking though.ReplyDelete
@ Alka- Thanks for the visit and comment:) Yeah...we don't want trouble, right!ReplyDelete
@ Purba- hahaha...i too hate that wig of his;) Wish he does some hair weaving:P Thanks for the comment:)
@ Janaki- Hahaha...thanks for reminding dear;) Shall dedicate a special post for those party owls:PReplyDelete
@ Mayank- Thanks for the comment yaar:) I don't think they have the right to comment on our super hero, what say?:)
I hope you know that he not only wears designer suits, but also wears specially designed wigs for such special occasion, though normally too he wears wig.ReplyDelete
Had a good laugh.
Dear Rama...hahaha! Du'h, i did forget that wig matter, thanks for reminding me:P Shall make use of that matter in a post on hairs, soon:PReplyDelete