MMS 1, the junior class, was totally fearless group of boys.. There were not only those who had been brought up with chai and Bollywood movies, till those few who had been brought up with daily dose of bornvita and hollywood movies.. Everyone was equally committed to only one thing, CRICKET!! As if winning, was their passion.. All sorts of bad words, ranging from the Galli local gaali till the high profile bad words all used to enrich the language of MMS 1…. The guys, used, totally thrashing out the other teams down and sure that they will get the intercollege trophy… Not only the senior team but the whole college, was fully relying on them because they knew that these boys will be surely getting the intercollegiate cricket trophy this year…
Practice sessions used to be conducted in the ground in front of the college and all the other stream girls used to look to the matches from the balcony.. Totally mad about amols batting girls were mad behind him.. But this boy always used to avoid them.. Just by keeping distance with every girl, he used to overlook every girl like that…
Her way towards the library was going from front gate of the ground.. Totally, unaware about the batting and his performance, she only used to pass from there.. Minal once said, “Yaar rukte hai na ek do min, dekhke jate hai… thodasa match… maine suna hai apna class best khelta hai”.. She just sighed at her and said, “Hmmm… Theek hai, kal dekhenge…cricket bores me a lot yaar.. I was a big cricket fan earlier but now its becoming so much that I have started a nausea related to it” “See, I’m feeling like vomiting!! Yak!!” “Nautanki hai anagha!!, chal library jate hai” minal said, walking towards the gate.
The next day was the semifinal.. there was a huge audience in the ground and thus other students were watching the match from college balcony. No one was able to study because of the loud cheers .. Thus closing the books, Minal and anagha joined the viewers from terrace… Instantly there was a run out from MMS 1 team… He walked in the ground with his as usual king size steps… Every one from the ground was cheering for him… Match was in its second inning.. 45 runs were needed from 20 balls.. Amol had to play the captains inning.. and .. on the very first ball he threw the ball in the sky,,
Every heartbeat stopped !! every eye was on that ball..
every single person from the ground was silent!!
There on the terrace, her fingers automatically held each other through the gaps and eyes got closed as if she was wishing something instantly!! Her face, with closed eyes, was looking more cute with the wrinkles on her forehead!
Suddenly, there was a bigg shout in the ground “jeetega bhai jeetega, MMS 1 hi jeetega!!” “Ek don teen char, Amol shettye cha jayjaykaar”
Minal’s screem entered in her ears and she opened her eyes.. He had got saved!! She instantly realised what must have happened and joined back cheering for the team…
Amol, after recovery, understood that he has to play safely and carefully and since then the ground was completely his property!! Their team won with a big bang!!
Everyone came down to say congrats to the team and wishing the best for the finals.. She also was one of them and she saw, his face shined bright with sweat, a beat stopped from her heart! She congratulated him and his friends. They were in full mood to celebrate!! Obviously it was a party time!! They had really played nicely…
She felt good and proud about the team and their class..
For the very First time in life she has felt proud about someone, apart from her own self…
She smiled on her way back in her own self..
“anaaaaghaaaa, jaldi chal finance class start ho gaya hoga..” minal was shouting at her, while they were returning to the class again..
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