25 Years From Now: Me and Cricket

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25 Years From Now: Me and Cricket

25 years from now, I will most probably be a filmmaker (that's what I want to be). Maybe if not that then a lawyer or a journalist.

I would be leading a comfortable life. 

But most importantly, I will not be on this site. I hope it doesn't ever happen, but looking at the way people have to work to survive I will have to choose my job over this great site.

So I will not be able to say hello to cricket the way I do these days.

And that's why I am going to write what I think I would be saying 25 years from now.

"IPL season 27 just ended and finally Bangalore Challenger won. I read it in today's paper. Didn't see it though.

I have been busy these days. Work never makes excuses and keeps coming to me in a very punctual manner all the time. So I basically sit on my desk and work or go and attend meetings or shoot different parts of the the world and edit scenes for my documentary films. 

I love my job. I like doing all this. But I hate it too. The fact that I haven't had a holiday in five or six years. I am burnt out.

This is something I was always told by my parents. When you grow up you do not get many holidays. I never believed it, but today I am living it.

But what makes it worse, is the madness I inherited from my mother. It's the madness of cricket.

Today I wonder how I managed to watch so many games of cricket plus followed another hundred on the internet. I must have acctually been mad.

Though, today I think it's madness and would most definitely find this exercise of knowing all scores boring, I don't mind going back to my old days and live that life.

Today, all I have is a newspaper which talks about a certain Singh and a certain Raj and some Aussie John and some Protea King as the top players of the world.

All I have is the fact that I no longer care for the fact that India won the world cup twice in a decade and are the current world champions. 

Test cricket still lasts. But I no longer have the time to watch it.

I remember how many times I hated it when my father had to leave for work and couldn't watch the match. I cursed him and today I curse myself.

And...Oh yeah, there was this site Bleacher Report.com. The site which gave me an identity and some confidence. The site where I honed my skill and my knowledge. I really miss it. I miss the fact that I am not in the top five writers of the cricket domain. I miss the fact that I haven't written for 10 years.

The site is booming though. I am glad that the cricket section has become one of the main domains in it.

Cricket my old pal, I am so sorry I no longer have those long discussions with you and about you. But don't ever think I have forgotten you. I still live for you. With the hope that the day I have no work I will sit down and watch a match.

I always felt a bonding between us. A bond to strong to be broken by the arrows of work and the axes of daily life struggle.

I no longer remember the the stats I did, I only remember the deadlines I have meet in my daily life. But I remember what madness meant. I remember my vow to to do something that makes your immortality be useful to each and every human being and not people of a few countries.

I might never meet you again but I will still do my best.

And to all those people listening to me, I would like to say thanks. I remember each and every one of your comments. Your POTDs and most importantly you.

And before I finish this speech that I am making, I would like to end by saying...

Uh oh, sorry time to leave for office. Will tell you sometime later."

I do hope though that I never say this in the future.

Thanks for being patient enough to listen to me.

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Special thanks to Rohini Iyer or Roh. Thanks for making this 50 article journey so wonderful one. You helped me improve.

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