Story Integrating Love with respect to Cricket- Punishment!

Chapter 9:
World Cup Final... but :/ :/




Yes, it was a day before World Cup 2011 final, when I got a text message from a elder friend of mine, staying in my apartments, planning for a apartment gathering on occasion of World Cup final, since we were about 5-8 people belonging to youth age group, who were immensely following cricket. We planned everything that night, and everything went fine. We decided to allow the our siders of the apartment, only if they are someway related to the members of us. So, for that, Rakesh and Ajay were not reachable, Sree Ram and Praveen agreed to attend. In the meantime, I wanted Satya to attend as well, for which I called her that morning, when the call went unanswered. I was wondered what exactly happened, I re called, which went unanswered too.

Busy in arranging the stuff, I neglected her a bit, since we all loved cricket and it was a festival to me, to all 8 of us. Afternoon, when Praveen joined me, he said that Rakester sent her a message on facebook, paraphrasing that he knew something what was going on around her, for which I just called back Rakester and asked what exactly went on. He said that he messaged her on facebook that I had deep crush on her, when I literally didn't had.

"Assho*e, you brothel born!!!!" I couldn't control my language, since I realized that I was in huge danger of losing a close friend due to silly misunderstanding. I just cut the call on face, went to my home, leaving the arrangement of PA system at the gathering spot deserted. I washed my face, and just forgot what has happened in my life for past ten minutes. I went and arranged the PA System, some or the other flingen problem kept on raising, and this time, it was non allowance of the Television Cable by any of the resident of first floor.

We got everything right, and enjoyed the cricket match, where Mahela Jayawardena hit a monstrous century in World Cup final. In the Sri Lankan innings, the power was cut for about half an hour, which meant we all people, along with other few apartment residents started playing cricket in the corridor present. It was obvious, I took the ball and I just put all the force I could, with the pain of what Rakesh did, the ball went to the stumps, which unfortunately an elderly uncle faced. That damn uncle, just left the bat and walked back.

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What we managed to do within 15 hours of planning.​

After about ten to fifteen bowls I bowled, I finally came out of it, and checked my mobile for internet connection for the score. "India are chasing 275" I shouted, when I grabbed everyones attention since everyone were desperately waiting for the score update. Meanwhile, the power turned on, and everyone went to their homes to do all the stuff before they start watching Indian chase.

Indian chase, at the beginning was a "Why this Kolaveri" style affair, with Sehwag going for a duck and Sachin unable to control. Virat Kohli and Gautam Gambhir were playing, when I started DJing. The chase went on, everything went well, but I had a small feeling in my mind, about that idiotic thing what Rakesh did. I somehow managed to pull out from that disappointment, when India won the world cup. Few of my friends started crying for Indian win, might be even I would have done it if that damn Rakesh wouldn't have spoiled the party:(.

Frankly speaking, I was unable to enjoy Indian WORLD CUP VICTORY due to that flingen thing what that ass*ole did. The very next day, I sent her a message on facebook, changing the story a bit, so that I could convince her and forgive Rakesh as well. I said that as it was April 1st, it was my decision to fool you by that message, and it was actually sent by me. She didnot listen to me, she was bit of angry, but later she too laughed:D.




.... To Be Continued


 
Oh so you got her back
 
Also note guys, this story is purely imaginary, but few incidents in this are absolutely real with my friends:thumbs.
For both storytelling reasons, and your privacy, I strongly recommend that you don't even give clues as to which parts of the story are real.

KIU:thumbs
 
For both storytelling reasons, and your privacy, I strongly recommend that you don't even give clues as to which parts of the story are real.

KIU:thumbs

Yeah, this was just letting people know, anyways I'd just edit the first post with this and will not repeat it anywhere else:).
 
Chapter 10:
Miserable Life- HellYeah, Examinations time!




After few days after the world cup, IPL took off, which meant I'd support my favorite team RCB madly. In the meantime, I, went mad, with her absolutely ignoring me for unknown reasons. I tried to ask- but no issues, no reply if I call, no reply text for my texts. I started missing her company, which I liked. I couldn't seriously make anything properly, thinking off her. Yesh, I don't want it to be something called "Love", since I was afraid to put it infront of my elders, even though if she accepts me.

In the very first year, we had 6 labs, of which we'll get to write four lab externals. We all were busy writing records, studies, and yeah, Arrrr Seeee Beeee.... But my mind was always thinkin- "Satya... can you come back in my life and set the things right?"

With great great difficulty, I, along with Sree Ram, managed to complete all the records before the Practical Externals started off, although those records will not be signed by the Head of the Departments, we got them signed by our lab in charges, which allowed us to write the Lab Externals. Sree Ram's condition was bit bad-er since his IT Workshop Record was not even signed by the Lab Incharge, luckily, he got the experiment from Engineering Workshop, which meant he cleared all labs.

With a deep though about her in my mind, I was like- "okay, we need to move on, she isn't my wife to be with me always" feeling going through in my mind, but the way I missed her, it was literal hell. I didn't knew what was going on, no interest in anything. Sree Ram tried saying that she will be studying dude, don't worry- and all. I was bit convinced with what he said. But the way one misses his dear friend, its real hell, ain't it?

.... To Be Continued


 
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Chapter 11:
Examinations Done- Time for Some Cricket Boss!




With we being freshers, everything ended off very late, it was mid June, when we ended for first year of engineering. The pain is still alive, since she was not talking to me as freely as she was doing earlier.I somehow kept myself active by side tracking it all the day, but whenever you sleep, you can never forget those memories. To keep everything alive, I used to read the past conversations, and got a tear in eye at times.

But me ending up my first year meant we got a month of Holidays. With a deep desire after seeing the Indian Premier League, the flame of desire in me lit up for me to go and play some professional cricket again, without stopping with study reasons. I called MJ, he said that he started going to the club since they got holidays (they get a bit earlier).

My body grew up, so before I actually went there, I knew I need to cut down the fat, because if you go to club with the body I had, my coach would never allow:p. So, I ran vigorously for four to five days and got everything going right, so that I could get back my old body back. I joined a gym, which helped me in my weight loss. I did all possible gymnastics which could get down my fat. Fortunately or unfortunately, I got my original body back in 8 days. Me being a pacer, I desperately needed myself to be slim, so that I could run without much of problems.

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I wish I had this kind of chick doing the gymnastics beside me when I was doing:D.​

Finally, the day came, I went to the club, where everyone were practicing exuberantly, for the upcoming 5 match tournament with Daniel Cricket Academy, which was the top most academy at Hyderabad. It was pretty sure that these matches were going to take place at Gymkhana Grounds, and various big names like VVS Laxman were going to be part of the chief guests, who will look on to see our talent.

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The nets.​

My participation was doubtful, since I re-joined the club just 1 day before the first match started, and our coach has already named the 14 members who are playing the first game. But still, I never gave up, I bowled my heart out at nets to see that I grab the attention of my coach, who is a very healthy, impartial person, who always supports everyone.My coach saw my bowling, I experimented a bit when I was bowling by trying out the sling, which worked at couple of instances.

My coach said that I'd be with the 14 man people for the first match, which means I will go to Gymkhana the next day. I knew, I wasn;t going to get a game, which meant I will have to serve water bottles. I never minded doing so because I know- no player who appears one day before a match will get a game, actually, he will not even be getting chance to serve water bottles.

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:eek:1 UNREAD MESSAGE:eek:

In the meanwhile, I texted her, and I got a reply, which was absolute shocker. I, forgetting cricket for a while, started a conversation with her, which lasted for about 5 hours, 5 heavenly hours. I couldn't notice, but MJ noticed everything going on. The way I was behaving when I was communicating with her, my facial expressions, everything were observed by MJ. Probably I was in love, am I:spy?

.... To Be Continued


 
The story's back on track. Yippe!

The last update is the best one of the story. :cheers
 

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