Weather
was bad, conditions were overcast. Drizzle was being faded away only due to the
force of strong wind – clouds were gathering overhead and making the afternoon
seem like dark evening. There was a
silence in dressing room, openers were just going out and everyone was saying
their silent prayers for them to just bat through the day without any casualty.
The
captain walked to him steadily and said “Pad up Jim, in case of a wicket, you
will have to go and weather it out till end of day’s play.’’
Jim
was playing in that team as a fast bowler, however he loved batting too – and
did not like to throw away his wicket. He was gritty by nature and a team man
to the core. A chance to go out as a
night-watchman in troublesome weather was exactly the kind of challenge that he
loved to take up, something that is unnerving but exciting at the same time.
Innings
started and soon it came out that it was going to be a rough ride. Not only was
the weather making it difficult, the pitch was also vicious – lots of irregular
bounce and two paced behaviour. It was an openers’ nightmare. The look on their face said that worst of
their nightmares had come true.
Fall
of wicket was merely a matter of time; it seemed to Jim, he was all set from
the word go to go out there and fight it out for his team. He had done that in past and backed himself
for repeating the feat. As he sat with his safety gears on, the images of that
innings flashed across his mind – it is surprising how vivid memories are!
A
sudden roar from the opposition team brought Jim back to present, he realized
there was an appeal – ball had taken up sharply from good length and put the
batsman in awkward position and also took an edge of his glove.
“Take
it easy Jim” – he heard as he stood up after seeing the umpire raising his figure
to indicate the fall of first wicket.
Jim
was a dear friend of mine and I was supporting his team, praying for him to
salvage it for a few overs so that umpires can probably realize how bad the
lights were and call it a day. There were some fine batsmen in his team and I
wanted to watch them bat tomorrow in bright day light. As a fan of the game,
sight of glistening red cricket ball under the sunshine was one of the finest
views I had cherished – the overcast conditions were ruining it.
Just
as I saw Jim walking out, a fantastic analogy struck my mind of how much I
shared with him at this particular moment.
Indeed,
being fan of Indian cricket at this point of time is akin to be a night-watchman.
The dark secrets of corruption, poisonous accusations of conflict of interest,
politicization of the game’s governing body, suppression and misrepresentation
of facts from various entities leave us all in a very fragile state – just like
that of a night watchman walking out to fight out on a difficult wicket and
weather conditions.
My
prayer is as much for myself as it is for Jim, I hope we both bat out this
tough time safely without any further damage so that we can see that red cherry
shining under bright light in days to come!