The cricket of social restlessness
[This poem is dedicated to the India vs South Africa match in the Cricket World Cup 2011 in Nagpur on 12 March] The first ball of the last over Caught the inner edge of the bat Went swiftly past the stumps Tripped the wicket-keeper And crossed the boundary line… And I knew that Tonight would...
Nail-biting and as disappointing as Pepsi without fizz!
The evening of 12 March 2011 was neither for the battle for Libya, nor for bashing the investigating agencies for their flop-shows. The tears for Japan were withheld, as were the brickbats for the murderer of Radhika. Corruption was not discussed nor was black money mentioned. The evening was reserved for the cricket match that...
