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Articles: Time Pass | Loss ka Boss!
- Prof. 00782 Maverick
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Shiva had his eyes glued to the binocular focused on Kolkata.. The binocular was computerized. Sarah, his super intelligent daughter, had designed this prototype. She had explained to Shiva how to fine tune it and, that is just what Shiva was doing – he was fine tuning it to zero-in on the Conference Hall of the Eden Gardens. A chintan baithak was scheduled there. It was to be presided over by Dalmiya-ji and attended by stalwarts of cricket like Mac Pataudi, Bedi, Sunny, Vishy, Kapil & Co.. The inseparable twins Saaj and Awaaj had also arrived. Wright, tired of trying to set things right was in bed indisposed as also Andrew Leipus, who should draw inspiration from Bahubali. The topic for discussion was – why do we continuously falter at the winning post? Are we really a bunch of chokers, sorry jokers?
Suddenly, Betty descended on the scene. Shiva’s consort Parvati, alias Betty, was the all powerful Lady of Kailash.
‘What troubles you now?’ she demanded to know.
‘The team has been announced for the I C C I trophy’, Shiva mumbled. ‘I am worried about our Loss ka Boss!’
‘I think you are confused’, Betty said. ‘That’s what happens when you do not listen carefully to the wordings of the beautiful ads.’
‘I may appear to be dumb but I am not,’ Shiva disagreed. ‘I know that the ad says ‘Toss-ka-Boss’. What I mean is the revised version which says ‘Loss-ka-Boss’! It is now with the agency. They are putting the finishing touches.’
‘Tell me – has that girl also come for the chintan baithak?’ Betty changed the subject. She, like all women, loved to change subjects whenever it suited her.
‘You mean Mandira?’ Shiva asked.
‘Yes – she may have some points to emphasize in the baithak. Shekhar should also come. They have improved their cricketing knowledge by leaps and bounds!’
‘Dear wife – please be serious. The honor of our country is at stake. We, who boast of innumerable batting and bowling records, must concentrate now on how to create records in the number of losses in the semi finals. As it is, some of our six-ball overs last for upto eighteen balls!!’
Just then Kurt entered.
‘Hi Dad, how about putting in a few good words to Dalmiya-ji on my behalf?’ Kartika alias Kurt asked. He was Shiva’s youngest offspring.
‘Whatever for!’ Shiva was aghast. ‘You don’t even know how to hold a bat!’
‘Dear Dad – there are others in the team like me. I won’t be the exception’
‘So?’
‘We have one Kartikeyan – the Formula 1 driver. Another Kartika, yours truly, could become the lucky mascot of the team. We could then prove to the World that peacock jab peeta, India tab jeet ta!’
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