Left-arm Spinster: A Fine Day at Mohali (What Did They Have To Drink?)

Left-arm Spinster

Dreaming about the game from a lonely cold cubicle in Koramangala.

Tuesday 3 November 2009

A Fine Day at Mohali (What Did They Have To Drink?)

It was a fine day at Mohali,
But icy in the cubicle.
Chins dripped sweat at the afternoon toss,
But my own chin sported an icicle.

The Aussies up the order
Seemed to know they had to bat,
Which is more than can be said
For the Indians about that.

For somewhere between innings,
Things went topsy-turvy I think.
Which led me to wonder
About what they had to drink.

The top and middle order
Moseyed up to the pitch,
And looking down into their gloves
Proclaimed, “Bhai, what is this?”

Then toppling quickly, wicket by wicket
They all came tumbling down,
The Aussies whooped and spat and screamed
While Kirsten found his frown.

The umpire lifted his cursed finger
Sachin’s arms were flailing
Four came in and four went out
Ricky’s ship was sailing.

Back in the stands, our bowlers stood
Like a family in a glass house.
Instead of throwing stones about,
They donned their batting gloves.

Then grimly marched the bowlers on
All dressed in pads and gloves and box
Whacking balls around the park
Ignoring their mental blocks.

No matter then, too little too late,
The Indians lost their footing.
Two for you now, and two for me;
The critics are busy computing.

But somewhere in the middle there
On that fine day in Mohali,
What lesson did our bowlers teach?,
What message came of folly?

If you cannot be batsmen and bowlers always,
Turn into bowlsmen and batsters.
When faced with your foe, become a portmanteau-
For spinners can also be whacksters.

posted by Anoopa Anand @ 11:52

3 Comments:

At 3 November 2009 at 13:56, Anonymous said…

India played badly yesterday , & this is verse.
Nice, nice. More name-calling please & inside jokes please.

-Fan
At 5 November 2009 at 14:19, longblackveil said…

Well done, bebby. I am, mins, your fan. Haan, yeh sach hai. Tum meri ho. Jai ho.

Additionally, and not related to this or that, I beg you to clarify one numbers doubt: These scrumptious fruit thingies on your page: Are they gorgeous small red shiny apples, or gorgeous big red shiny cherries at extreme closeup?
At 6 November 2009 at 01:31, Anoopa Anand said…

Jaiyer- Today was much verse, no? Tomorrow I will have choice things to say. Inside jokes will be in upcoming poem about a time when Team India's lingua frank-aa was Kannada. Sigh.

Longblack- Scrumptious fruit be apples. Apples look like cricket balls. Forbidden fruit, temptation, etc. Ityaadi.
Pyaar-vyaar.