Story of Sathya

Broken Toes….

Story of Sathya
Well,the title of this post may sound silly,but trust me I promise I won’t induce humour in this post atleast. I don’t know how I would keep my words, but I would try writing a serious post. :p

Ok ,the other day I was playing cricket with few of my colony friends. I was on the batting side. We were like 8 players in each side. Well,I would proudly call myself as the “night watchman” or the “last batsmen”. Trust me I seldom play cricket .I didn’t know when to apply front drive and square drive.Our opening batsmen were like genuine opening pairs of one day cricket like Sehwag – Gambhir or Gilly- Hayden. We were proud of the same.They played big innings and everything was fine until Niresh got out . They had put enough runs on board and our captain was going crazy. He asked me to bat. I was like “flying on air”. I entered the field like an aggressive batsman. I don’t know why,but when I stepped on the crease to bat,the wicketkeeper was sniggering at me. May be he was amused by my batting skills . The bowler came running towards me as if I had proposed his girlfriend on Valentine’s day. His face exhibited anger and his gestures were not appreciable. He throwed the ball over my shoulder. I was like scared. I never knew what to do. I would tackle a spinner on any track,but this guy was frightening me with his looks and his bowling actions. I looked behind to see who was entering our building. When I looked at her,I felt as if shewas walking towards me. I could see her angelic face and would notice her seraphic smile from a long distance. I was immersed in some different thoughts. She was my neighbours guest and now I don’t have words to describe her.
Some Aatif song was running through my mind whichwas completely unware of the bowler running towards me to deliver the ball.

"Pehli Nazar Mein Kaise Jaado Kar Diya Tera Ban Baita Hai Mera Jiya
Jaane Kya Hoga Kya Hoga Kya Pata
Is Pal Ko Milke Aa Jee Le Zara"

“Ouchh!!! Mummy,” I screached. It was paining like hell. I soon came out of my dream song as the bowler yorked the ball straight on my right toe. I got hurt badly and I could not take it easily ,so I had to leave the field. We managed to make a formiddable score of around 127 in 10 overs. Now,we were supposed to bowl. The other team made a good start.I was fielding at the slip position. I didn’t knew what silly point was until Rahul asked me to field at that position. I was pretty excited at first . Initially I was standing near the wicketkeeper (also called as slip).I presumed that silly point was some where near the boundary rope. I just ran towards the boundary . “Abhey kahaan jaa raha hai tuu,” Rahul shouted as he was the captain.
“What the fuck ?,” I was shocked and never realized that Rahul would do this to me.”Yahaan,” I asked him.
Story of Sathya
“Han,Vahii ,get closer to the batsman,” He said as if he was taking revenge on me.I was standing at silly point without helmets and that too without supporters. Imagine how scared I was?.

Ashu was our fast bowler . He was allset to start his “Xpress train ” . I was standing close to the batsman at silly point .My eyes soon got a glance of the same girl .Now she was leaving the gates. My body was turned at an angle of 68 degrees (now don’t ask me how I calculated), and my eyes stared the same girl in pink dress.The same song was running on my mind.

“Pehli Nazar Mein Kaise Jaado Kar Diya Tera Ban Baita Hai Mera Jiya Jaane Kya Hoga Kya Hoga Kya Pata Is Pal Ko Milke Aa Jee Le Zara Mein Hoon Yahan Tu Hai Yahan Meri Bahon Mein Aa Aa Bhi Ja O Jaan-E-Jaan Dono Jahan Meri Bahon Mein Aa Bhool Ja Aa”

“Ouchh,Damm!!,” I screamed for once and my dream song came to an end without any climax .This time the batsman had hit hard on my left toe.This time it was paining very badly.I was jumping like mad and people were laughing at me. The building watchman was keenly watching me for all the stupid actions of mine.
I finally played cricket after many years and after that I had badly injured both the toes of mine.Damm…nowi ts paining like hell…….its swollen red…….
Story of Sathya

and yeah we won the match by 19 runs.People were celebrating the victory and I was yelling in pain…….ouchhhhhhhhh!!!!

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