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By Ila
Hey, Dravid’s team lost again. He’s an old fellow now. I think, he’d better retire”,said Anupam, contemplating if he still had time left to have a sound meal in McDonald’s & then head back home to catch up with the next match.
Sipping his Pepsi, he felt a cold wave run down his spine, as he imagined himself playing amongst those elite cricketers. Someday, he would become one of those bright cricket stars, he thought. After all, he had the gumption to dream & had
the potential to carve a niche for himself in the alluring world of cricket.
His friend, Sahil interrupted abruptly his train of thoughts,”Dude, do you know Chelsea are fast catching up with Manchester United? I’m sure they’ll manage to steal the thunder from under the noses of Ronaldo & his boys.”
“Wait! What are you talking about?”, quipped Anupam, feeling lost in a conversation heading to a vague point.
“Well, don’t tell me that you are totally ignorant about the English Premier League”, said Sahil, slightly taken aback..
“For that matter, Indian Premier League is what I’m vividly aware of. And why not?
Its been raging over our heads from the past few weeks. Its all over the newspapers, & the T.V., & this justifies our curiosity for every shot & miss happening in & around IPL”, replied a defiant Anupam, though a wee bit concerned about his deteriorating knowledge about other sports. “Cricket does take a toll on your interests”, mused he. “But I, in no way, would like to revert it.”
“Cricket is what I love, like most Indians, & I don’t care a hoot for what’s going on in other sports. In any case, cricket is what I’ll eventually foray into”, he said, though checking himself if he had been imprudent in asserting his opinions
so boldly..
For a moment, Sahil realized that he was banging his head against a carefully plastered wall. His friend’s ideas had been driven to a fixity, & one couldn’t really blame him, for in a country like India, sports was certainly synonymous to
cricket.
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