Kids are always awesome. When you are with them or if you watch them, you would accept Einstein’s theory of relativity without any more questions. True isn’t it? Time will run like Indian Auto meter faster than a home appliance Grinder. Because, everyone wants to be a kid, an age that doesn’t have any serious responsibilities, aim or fear. It’s all fun they need. We can’t become a kid, but we can watch them and console ourselves.
A day of decider at my office; Plenty of people were awaiting the union election results. Everyone was on their feet because the results were going to be out. I sneaked out of my office early because of the fact that I’m not interested in unions. My office’s next door is Bus Stand. I was waiting at the bus stand for the buses routed to my place. As usual bus arrived and within 5 minutes, the entire bus was loaded. People had to throw their things on the seats from outside through the window in order to book their seats. That is the case with our route bus, because of infrequent bus facility. Fortunately I got a seat behind two school boys probably doing their 5th or 6th standard. I had to throw my bag for getting that seat.
One boy's name is Sriram (I came to know when he was about to get down) and the other one is Balu (Sriram called out his name while playing). As soon as the bus started, the two boys started playing hand cricket.
Hand cricket: Majority of us would have played this game at-least once, while we were kids. Game rules don’t need a book. Since I have forgotten the rules I had to watch them play and understand. These are the game rules which I’ve observed while those boys were playing. Both persons playing has to spread their fingers at the same time, one to bat and the other one to bowl. If the numbers are same, then it is out. If it’s Thumb, it’s six and the remaining numbers follows the usual number system counted as runs.
The game began and fists got the hit. Both were saying “all trials, first ball” and spread the fingers. They nearly finished 6 matches and it was getting interesting when Balu scored 250 odd runs. Sriram was chasing it. They started to shout when the game was a real nail biter. That's where the fun began. Gazes started to shift towards those little boys, Kids hardly notice that gaze and nostalgic eyes. At last Sriram won. The final game was pretty interesting. Because, both boys didn’t trust each other, so Balu took out a paper and he drew a table with wickets in the first column, Sriram's name in the second column and his name in third in-order to track the runs and wickets.
Again Balu was batting, poor Sriram, he didn't know Balu was betraying him almost in all the matches. Balu wrote the runs. He counted it. It was 223. I peeked into it. The count wouldn't even cross 150. Then Sriram batted, he scored 193. Poor Sriram, I felt bad for him. Sriram was about to get down, his bag was about to tear, that was the first time when Balu called "Sriram".
Nice kids. After seeing them, my school days started to roll in my mind. No fear, no concern, funny play, small fights, talking justice. Wonderful days!! Why didn't man invent a time machine!!
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