Photo: by Teja At 4.22, it is still night. The traffic sounds, untrammelled from the clamour of the day, hum long and relentless. There is the other relentless hum of crickets that seems to come from within you, and goes back into your ears, trapping you in a continuous cycle of breath. You imagine that you can even hear the stars. Yes, there are stars, … Continue reading night cricket
When Teja got a SMS that said, “Meeting at 6.30. See you then. The Poets”, I said, “Hmmm! I didn’t know that about you.” He said, “It’s the name of our cricket team.” I didn’t laugh. It’s a silly, absurd, sweet name for a silly, absurd, sweet lot that meets for net practice 2-3 times a week. The rest of the week, they spend calling … Continue reading The Poets
So, Teja is back to playing cricket. The last time he played when we were students at the Film Institute, in 1994. I have no clue about cricket, and that is the first match I went to. Actually, I just dropped by to have a look at him, even though we were barely on talking terms then. I do remember him sending a ball flying … Continue reading My only ever two cricket matches
