Game of Cricket.

Cricket was my Passion when i was a kid.. well it was me bro's... so i kinda dint know of anything else..
We used to play a lot of galli cricket.... in every galli where we could gather friends..
I used to trail behind me bro too when he used to go to his inumerable friends and join them on my bros care of...
I remember going to a lane beyond ours cutting through some houses built in between and squeezing through wedges at the end of our lane.. and there used to gather a gang of my bros friends.. Nithin, Jithin, Gill, Gomez, Ranjith chettan.. sorry if i ve laft anyone out.. my bro and me...
Oooohhhhh...... cricket.. me me me... pick me...
well always the last one to be picked.. it never killed my enthusiasm...
So do i get to bat first???
Nope.. fielding is very important.. you must field..
Oooooooh.. important?.. i like that... so me be a gully??
No no... we need you at the boundary.. that is very very important..
Ooh.. cool.. boundary.. so i get to stop all the fours and maybe catch a prospective six.. super cool.. So i stand here???
No..no.. further at the back.. you catch the ball 'when' i miss.. [pay attention to the choice of words.. its when not if.. so it is likely to happen a lot.. so i m at a very crucial position of the field. super super cool...]

I' m very excited..
we take our places.. i m at the farthest end of the lane
the game begins.. the ball would come my way any time now..
... and i wait...
and wait..
and wait.........
the guy in front of me doesnt miss much.. well ya once or twice it did..
and i also had to fetch the ball when it went out for a six and all that.. well that is a very important job too fetching the ball else how would the game continue???
and well as that doesnt happen much.. and all i do is wait.. i dont even know the scores nor whos turn it is... i m too busy waiting for the ball to come my way..
well i lose interest.... crickets not a girls game anyways...
i feel sleepy.. i feel tired... i sit down.. ok i lie down on my back staring at the sky.. wow its beautiful... and if the ball does now come my way of goes out.. let them get it themselves.. i m tired out feeling important.. well why doesnt my turn to bat come???? I could easily score some fours and a couple of sixes.. what are these guys thinking...?????
anyways this is super... i m not waiting right??
Two ladies from across the lane are watching me from their balcony.. they are smiling.. laughing.. i wave at them.. they wave back... okie.. i must be looking fun here..
and i felt so happy.. atleast now people see me.. i must do this more often..

well then i was truly and really a fool
it is now that i realize.. i might have looked a funny sight lying there in the dirt on the dirty road... and those ladies werent being friendly.. they were enjoying the funny sight..
So Great....

well my turn to bat never came.. and it took me quite some time to realize.. i was made to stand there to do the donkey work.. the boundary was way too much in front of me.. infact just behind the guy in front.. and the score was counted even if i had broken my bones to stop the ball from passing me... nice appreciation of all my hard work...
but for me this part of galli cricket was fun.. even the memory is fun.. of jumping walls..cutting across yards.. looking for the lost ball... running away from people whom we disturbed....
and most of all Waiting for the ball..