How will you know?

How will you know you’re a bored cricket crazy Indian
Will the doctor diagnose you, will the teacher teach you
Will you go with the flow of the stream
Walk in the park
Go out and field in the sun
At far off deep square leg
Not get a bowl, not get a bat
Just hang around, just like that
To be part of a game,
Till they see you, send in that overarm throw
From that boundary line

And they say, can you bowl
Not look at your height
Not look at your might
Just look at your fight
In those two eyes – your sight

What do you see, boy
Tell me, what do you see, boy
I see the stumps, like a toy, boy
I’m gonna play with them like a toy, boy
Ho Hoh! I’m gonna rattle them, snake them
Ho Hoh! I’m gonna shake them, brake them
Hoh Hoh! I’m gonna take them, ache them!

How will you know you’re a bored cricket crazy Indian?
Will the doctor diagnose you, will the teacher teach you
Will Lalit Modi brand you with an IPL scholarship
Will Sachin Tendulkar bless you with one played off his hips

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