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When I was a kid we used to play cricket with abandon on a small stretch of land in a large playground, proving ourselves to be a veritable menace to the people who crossed our path…

We  guys had the best of cricket paraphernalia to boast of…

 3 used stumps  for the batsman’s end.
 1 equally used stump for the bowler’s end.
  a pair of tattered and abandoned keepers’ gloves cast aside by our ‘elders’ ( a local club with a clutch  of ‘players’  who were the ‘seniors’ in the business and from whom we learned the ropes ) ,
 one-and-a-half cricket bats ( the ‘half’ was the one having a broken-off  handle and was invariably assigned to the ‘shorty’ in the group)

 And a much stitched-up cricket ball which at times , especially after   a ‘ heavy hit’ , opened up  like a heavily pregnant woman struck by a 5-ton truck .

We played the game bare-footed, no fancy boots…And the game we played had no room for skirmishes,  rancor, controversy or in-fights. It was pure and simple   which left  behind no rivalry or heart  burning after  a session. So much so that both the teams   used to troop into the nearest vegetarian restaurant after the practice and order a ‘’2/5  masala dosa plate” – that is 2 masala dosas cut into 5 pieces, one each for each individual…or 3/7 if it was our unlucky day and we had   two more mouths to feed in the group…

Those were the days when cricket was cricket… played for the pure pleasure of it!

Watch what  is happening now!

After  Kerry Francis Bullmore Packer, the Australian media magnet and founder of World Series Cricket, known popularly as Kerry Packer ,  ‘packed off’ the ‘old ideas’ and speeded up  the game’s proceedings by shoving  a large piece of what I would like to call  ‘chillius Hotanamus’ ( hot chilly to you:-) up its bum,  the game  of Cricket underwent a metamorphosis  . This change  was   welcomed by the  impatient  folks  who had no time  to sit through a typical game of English Cricket- called ‘TESTS’ . These ‘anachronisms’  were therefore relegated to the back benches and left to nurse their wounds quietly.

Soon all that was overshadowed and ‘Modified’ by the money mafia. Cricket was high-jacked by the likes of Modi et al…and today it  has turned out to be a business venture, a shady one at that.. with the Game taking a back seat and nursing – once again you guessed it right!-  the above-mentioned wounds

Now,   erstwhile rivals are  co-players and erstwhile co-players are rivals.. Participating teams have  no national identity  to whip up spectators’  loyalties and exhort them  to  cheer honestly. The new teams  have only a ‘stable horse’ existence in the field. One  doesn’t feel a sense of ‘Mine’  towards any team any more…

Of course  with the Americanisation of the poor game of Cricket, bottom-shaking , ‘reveal-all’ babes, the so-called ‘cheer girls’ , are in prominent attendance  but that is all contrived cheering and  not  the spontaneous type … They will shake their tits for any damn team which comes along… They have allegiance to none…!

The roar of lucre rumbles through the stadiums now as  the stable owners’ stocks line up for a face-off . And it may well be against their own for all they know – What they  enact is a modern version of the Roman Gladiator Games…

At this rate we will soon be hearing about Wankade Colosseum, Chinnaswamy Colosseum, Feroz Kotla Colosseum , Eaden Gardens Colosseum…  the list is bound to  grow!

Cricket ? …This?
You must  be joking!

And our Cricket Gladiators?
Click here>>>slave-trade2

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When I was a kid we used to play cricket with abandon on a small stretch of land in a large playground, proving ourselves to be a veritable menace to the people who crossed our path…

We  guys had the best of cricket paraphernalia to boast of…

 3 used stumps  for the batsman’s end.
 1 equally used stump for the bowler’s end.
  a pair of tattered and abandoned keepers’ gloves cast aside by our ‘elders’ ( a local club with a clutch  of ‘players’  who were the ‘seniors’ in the business and from whom we learned the ropes ) ,
 one-and-a-half cricket bats ( the ‘half’ was the one having a broken-off  handle and was invariably assigned to the ‘shorty’ in the group)

 And a much stitched-up cricket ball which at times , especially after   a ‘ heavy hit’ , opened up  like a heavily pregnant woman struck by a 5-ton truck .

We played the game bare-footed, no fancy boots…And the game we played had no room for skirmishes,  rancor, controversy or in-fights. It was pure and simple   which left  behind no rivalry or heart  burning after  a session. So much so that both the teams   used to troop into the nearest vegetarian restaurant after the practice and order a ‘’2/5  masala dosa plate” – that is 2 masala dosas cut into 5 pieces, one each for each individual…or 3/7 if it was our unlucky day and we had   two more mouths to feed in the group…

Those were the days when cricket was cricket… played for the pure pleasure of it!

Watch what  is happening now!

After  Kerry Francis Bullmore Packer, the Australian media magnet and founder of World Series Cricket, known popularly as Kerry Packer ,  ‘packed off’ the ‘old ideas’ and speeded up  the game’s proceedings by shoving  a large piece of what I would like to call  ‘chillius Hotanamus’ ( hot chilly to you:-) up its bum,  the game  of Cricket underwent a metamorphosis  . This change  was   welcomed by the  impatient  folks  who had no time  to sit through a typical game of English Cricket- called ‘TESTS’ . These ‘anachronisms’  were therefore relegated to the back benches and left to nurse their wounds quietly.

Soon all that was overshadowed and ‘Modified’ by the money mafia. Cricket was high-jacked by the likes of Modi et al…and today it  has turned out to be a business venture, a shady one at that.. with the Game taking a back seat and nursing – once again you guessed it right!-  the above-mentioned wounds

Now,   erstwhile rivals are  co-players and erstwhile co-players are rivals.. Participating teams have  no national identity  to whip up spectators’  loyalties and exhort them  to  cheer honestly. The new teams  have only a ‘stable horse’ existence in the field. One  doesn’t feel a sense of ‘Mine’  towards any team any more…

Of course  with the Americanisation of the poor game of Cricket, bottom-shaking , ‘reveal-all’ babes, the so-called ‘cheer girls’ , are in prominent attendance  but that is all contrived cheering and  not  the spontaneous type … They will shake their tits for any damn team which comes along… They have allegiance to none…!

The roar of lucre rumbles through the stadiums now as  the stable owners’ stocks line up for a face-off . And it may well be against their own for all they know – What they  enact is a modern version of the Roman Gladiator Games…

At this rate we will soon be hearing about Wankade Colosseum, Chinnaswamy Colosseum, Feroz Kotla Colosseum , Eaden Gardens Colosseum…  the list is bound to  grow!

Cricket ? …This?
You must  be joking!

And our Cricket Gladiators?
Click here>>>slave-trade2

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