It’s nearing ten in the night.
Everyone, well almost everyone, is out. It’s Durga Puja. It’s Kolkata.
The “Playing XI” consisted of just
one bowler, a batsman, and a wicket keeper. The rest of the fielding was done
by the two walls enclosing the narrow passage.
They had abandoned the red ball,
never a good idea under lights to begin with. The white one was a better
option. Yet, he took a wild swing, and missed it.
Some habits die hard even if you
are not old enough to have acquired them. They’re acquired from seeing them,
and “a swing and a miss” has been on show for a long time now.
9 comments:
Love this snapshot! You are really a traveling man.
The fine leg
is long and deep,
and
the square leg
is rectangular,
but nevertheless,
the ball flies
and is swept,
past the
lighted slips
in the gulleys
and Walls
and is
avidly watched.
They don't know it,
but it is not
a six.
Because
the neighbor's tree
has done
an amazing leap
to take
a catch.
Riot Kitty: Thank you. "Travelling Man" - quite like it :-)
Ugich Konitari: Aha, what a graceful rhythm to your verse. It sums up the scene quite nicely.
Just wondering if I can use your cricket photograph along with my poem in my poetry blog , with link back and proper attribution ?
Good one Anil P. Noticed the sky is not blue - it makes this stand apart from the rest of your posts.
http://kavitalihi.blogspot.in/2013/02/the-glorious-uncertainities-in-gullies.html
For a moment I thought he hit straight at your camera and it is the last shot before the lens broke! :-D
Great low-light pic!
Ugich Konitari: Sure. Saw the post. Thanks.
NRI Girl: Thanks.
Balachandran V: Haha. I was lucky he missed it, else a straight drive might have done just that.
Very good capture and excellent timing!
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