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Bishen Singh Bedi bowling
To a number eight Pommie;
The ball slow, hitting his front foot
Leaving him grimacing
With pain; 'shoes very soft'
The commentator saying;
A scene on ESPN I saw recently;
File telecast of a test match
Shot somewhere in early seventies...
And as I watch an IPL match
Between Laxman’s team
And Dravid’s mates few days since,
I saw Scott Styris padded up ready
To come over to the crease,
As and when him they need;
Sitting, anxiety writ large on his face,
To me he looked more
An astronaut or a gladiator
Than a sport player or a cricketer...
With those elaborate headgear,
Colorful outfit glamorous,
Looking more like an armor,
Those chest covers knee caps.
Thigh pads knuckle and arm covers,
And pads all over to mention nowhere,
Ready to throw himself
Into the arena, he looked a real fighter...
I recalled the scene I saw
Where in a spinner’s* ball hitting
And sending a batsman on pain,
He without much ware
To protect him any where;
Balls these days booming
Over your head and shoulders
Less aimed to hit three wooden pieces
More to hit you on body anywhere
Cricket has got transformed into a war
Between a batting sword
And ball knife thrown at roaring speed
Good or bad to cricket?
A lot of us may ponder over;
But one thing provokes no argument
This newer form of bat and ball fight
Will sure to catch the global sight,
A lot sooner than later...
And Windies Aussies or Indies
Or Kiwis Pommies or Pakies
Or the Proteas or the ones
From the Emerald isles
No; the Italians and the French
Or the Brazilians or the Argentines
They could be fighting for the titles
In years to come in Twenty Twenties!
*spinner- slow ball bowler
07 05 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Mamta Agarwal (12/29/2008 8:24:00 AM)
Kesav, how did I miss this sporty piece. you take us flash back, fast forward, and present. yes, the game has changed. i never had patience to watch it in the first place, though i was an active sportswoman. i just can't stop laughing, at the vivid images-ludicruous, pathetic, funny, . i don't understand what the whole hysteria is about. i prefer football and tennis myself. you have captured the game as its played today- though honestly i have no clue. i can understand your sense of bewiderment. this goes to my favourite list.
different, lively and very funny.10
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C T Heart (11/25/2008 9:42:00 PM)
Beautiful narrative poetic piece...I dont have any idea about the game because i play more on lawn tennis, badminton and its family...to critized Kezz you have done a fine job here...Thanks. |
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