This happens only in India

Its 11;30 in the morning. A street urchin, a young boy with a guitar slung casually over his shoulder, a middle aged diamond merchant, a twenty something lugging a laptop, a beggar on wheels, a little girl with a torn pink frock, a jeans and noodle strap clad trendy chick, a female coyly pulling her sari palu down her arms, an old man, clasping a little boy’s little hand, a dabbawallah early on duty. All of them, staring intently through the bars. Staring out at the open greens of Oval Maidan. Staring out at 15 or so young lads clad in whites. Whites in action. Beauty in the strokes they paint with their bowling and swinging their bats. Beauty in the soft trot to catch the ball, the quick dash to stop the ball. All activity has stopped for this eclectic mix of people. Because the pulse of Mumbai lies in Cricket. The pulse of India lies in cricket. Gully cricket, professional cricket or under-arm one tappi cricket.

4 Comments so far

  1. satish (unregistered) on February 3rd, 2007 @ 12:00 pm

    just wondering if you shot any pics of the kodak moment?

  2. pragni (unregistered) on February 3rd, 2007 @ 3:56 pm

    yup.. he pics’ll be uploaded soon.. bu i could nt get any close shots of the players coz the maidan is too huge.. even my zoomed lens could nt capture it..

  3. KDS (unregistered) on February 3rd, 2007 @ 4:28 pm


  4. Jatin (unregistered) on February 5th, 2007 @ 9:36 am

    Wow. U brought some old memories alive. Sitting here in US, I miss playing cricket a lot.

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