Showing posts with label Nohit Sharma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nohit Sharma. Show all posts

October 23, 2010

Nohit Sharma's Guide to Goa.

There is so much more than playing cricket. Some of us are lucky enough not to be picked for the final eleven, and Garry sir is nice enough to tell us in advance so we can work on our extracurricular activities. Yesterday I caught a big fish at the shack. Then I caught some mussels rawa fry. After that I caught some calamari. For dessert, I caught a shrimp cocktail. Then I caught some sleep. When I woke up the boys were playing on my paunch. Then I caught a walk on the beach. Some kids were playing beach cricket. After signing autographs I was hungry again. I caught a big fish. Then I caught some mussels rawa fry.

It started to rain. I had to leave my meal midway. Lucky me, the boys were just going for dinner, and they insisted I join them for a bite. I caught a big fish.

I was only halfway through my fish and the boys had finished their meals. But they were sweet enough to wait for me. I thought it was rude to eat alone, so I decided to order room service.

In the room some of us played book cricket. I excused myself as room-service had delivered the rest of my meal. Some of the boys were still hungry so I shared my meal with them.

Later when nobody was looking I took off to the coffee shop. I caught a big fish.

On Bored: A kinda cricket detox

April 26, 2010

You can count on Suresh Raina after you drop him twice.

Raina is keen. And MSD’s done well to back him, (even ahead of Nohit Sharma, imagine). The kid brings a simple cricketing intensity, there’s no side to him, no nakharas. He plays some hard cricket, loves his midwicket shots so much he forgets to play offside, loves his fielding, and doesn’t return favours, dropping catches.

When he bowls, holding back the delivery till he gauges the batsman’s movement till the last instant, you sense the masti Raina gets out of his cricket. When was the last time you saw that in an Indian cricketer – no tension, happy bowling, fielding, catching, batting.

Now you know why the twosome collectively spilled him, why Zaks dropped him. Raina is a lappa – when he’s not hitting the ball far, he’s hitting it high – it’s like aiming at a bird, a plane, superman, and marking them as the boundary.

Raina is the endearing little bully from the neighbourhood park – everybody knows he’s better than them, including him.

The IPL can be almost too easy for a player like Raina or Nohit or Yusuf – their abridged focus, some yaari-walli bowling, it’s tonk-tonk time.

While it’ll be great to see them go nuts in the T20 World Cup, these guys gotta extend their think-span overseas, and then who knows, a longer format. How ‘bout one-dayers to begin with?

On Bored: The Great Bored Scandal