Starring
Three young kids. One as a bowler. One as a batsman. One as a fielder.
Three bottles which held beer in them sometime back. For the three stumps !
A blue bisleri bottle’s cap as the ball.
A piece of wood that seemed to have been wrenched away from a branch, as the bat.
The Prince of Wales museum’s compund wall as the backdrop.
The Mumbai Pavement as the pitch.
2.00 PM on a Saturday afternoon. With a crowd waiting for the bus, more keen on following this cricket than the arrival of the bus. As the audience.
Ingenuity. Innovation. Indifference. Incredible. Incredulous. India !
liked the title more than the picture and the post!
that was a one word summary of the whole post. so apt.
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Very true, is what happening now and then… anything gives them joy in the name of cricket.
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Strangely, I have never been able to understand this cricket craze..
Never been able to watch a innings fully. only the highlights or the scoe card in the news paper.. One day I should ask Kamal..
innovative indeed!
very good post.. but didn’t get the relation to the title? You meant cricket as a religion?
Tickets ?
Sold-out.
House-Full.
Claps for the team & the cameraman.