February 11, 2013

A Swing And A Miss

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. 


Riot Kitty said...

Love this snapshot! You are really a traveling man.

Ugich Konitari said...

The fine leg
is long and deep,
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.

the neighbor's tree
has done
an amazing leap
to take
a catch.

Anil P said...

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.

Ugich Konitari said...

Just wondering if I can use your cricket photograph along with my poem in my poetry blog , with link back and proper attribution ?

NRIGirl said...

Good one Anil P. Noticed the sky is not blue - it makes this stand apart from the rest of your posts.

Ugich Konitari said...


Balachandran V said...

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!

Anil P said...

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.

Neeraj said...

Very good capture and excellent timing!