Monday, October 20, 2008

Positive thinking

No one would have believed, that in the last few decades, that Australian Cricket was being watched from the over populated subcontinent.
No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinised, like Tony Grieg hunched over a dry wicket, with a key in the pitch.
Few men even considered talented life in that other ‘world’, and yet from across the Indian Ocean, minds incredibly different to ours regarded our success with envious eyes, and slowly, and surely, they drew their plans against us…

…the crowds wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I fielding alone in this city of the punjab? Why was I alive, when Aussie pride was lying in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from over to wicketless over, drawn inexorablytowards Ponting’s cry. I saw, over the stumps, the Little Master from whichthe roaring crowds cheered. I crossed towards second slip. There stood a Laxman, upright, but as still as his partner.

Abruptly, the sound ceased.

Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While the chants sounded, India still seemed alive. Now suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something - and all that remained was thisgaunt quiet. I looked up and saw that obnoxious weed in the stands, he was erect and motionless, like the others. An insane resolve possessed me I would give my best to Australia Here and Now.
I marched recklessly towards our captain and saw that a multitude of dark expressions were on his face under his Baggy Green.

I began debating my bowling with him. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation, as I ran down towards the stumps towards the motionless Master. Out of my hands came the red ball, at which the hungry run machine now watched and swung…I scrambled to my left and took the catch the first wickets of many, Dhoni’s camp took a double hat-trick beating. A mighty silence came forth, and scattered about it, in their overturned smiles, were the Indian crowds - soundless... defeated, after all BCCI devices had failed, by the humblest things in Australia, Spirit. Good ole’, digger, Spirit!Directly when the tourists arrived and played and started losing, our microscopic allies kicked in. From that moment - they were doomed!The tournament was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, hero less, starving for a win... the thousands who had come to see - including the one most dear to me - all would believe. The pulse of life Down Under growing stronger and stronger, would beat again. As life returns to normal, the question of another attack from India causes universal concern. Is our country safe? Or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that, across the immensity of the Ocean, they have learned their lessons and even now await their opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us - but to the Indians...

From Full Tosser