its not my fault... i am trying my best

I played my first 45 overs a side killer cricket match on Saturday at azad maidan. What an experience in this March heat. My goals were clear from that last semis I played in. In that 20 20 match, I was tired batting 10 overs and was unable to do justice. My targets were simple. I can’t get tired. I have been working on fitness and reading and working on diet. So I jumped at the chance to play these 90 overs. We batted well at the start putting up a sizeable score till around the 28th over when all hell broke loose. The middle order just collapsed leaving number 8 (me) and number 9 to bat through 14 odd overs. We knew one thing. We had to stay on the crease. We had to tire these guys out, frustrate them, make them field for the full 45 overs. The runs will come on their own. We played with a straight bat, played out their main bowlers and tapped around for singles. The sledging around was a lot. We enjoyed ourselves on the field, making them field. I normally like to run a lot of cheeky runs, convert one into two etc. my poor partner is a bit overweight. He wanted to conserve his energy and hit the ball out of the park. To his credit he did that in the end. So I nudged, cut, played, edged and padded my way around. The wides came as they would. I got off the strike soon enough. And I lasted the whole way till 45 overs. That’s easily an hour plus on the field concentrating hard enough. The banter on the field helped. The result was 75 runs being added for the last two wickets. I scored some ridiculously paltry runs of the bat. But staying there was important. I was quite relieved. I had set out with a clear objective. I would not lose my wicket. I would not get tired. I am happy I came out pretty ok. I learnt that diet and exercise is equally important.
An interesting one – post match when we were analyzing the performances, the captain was blasting the team on the fielding; he said that the youngsters had to show more commitment. He said he had three seniors in the side, the others had to do better. Well I could count two – one was 50 years old and the other was a 36 year old player. I asked the guy on my left (36 year old guy) “tu ek hai, who doosra hai, teesra kaun hai?” “tu hai gaandu” he replied. Oops. I became a senior player (read old slow fart) without realizing it.
I came home to my wife pretty pissed with Jispa. Jispa had been on her trip blaming Jasmine for everything. Anything goes wrong, it was Jasmine’s fault. Jispa pushed Jasmine too far. I had to come in and really get them both together. Jispa is easier. As a result of which we decided to give Jasmine the day off on Sunday. We would do everything. Pick up the stuff lying about, throw the clothes for wash, make breakfast and dinner, drive the car, make the bed etc etc. Well Jispa since I had to do everything, I had to pay for your shit! You better remember this one. You owe me big time.
Jasmine found it very funny to sit and do nothing. I only got respite when the maid came in the evening and Jasmine found it very very awkward to sit while I dried the clothes. Hehehe.
Jispa lost her second tooth yesterday. It came loose at the Oberoi mall while she ate a cheese cube. While putting it back in place it came off in her hand. The amount she faltu mein yelped in anticipation was really weird. Especially when it was her second one. When something gets into her head it’s difficult for any one of us to remove it.
For the record - the tooth fairy came again at night, left her a shiny new coin and a note for her on the whiteboard.

its the gene pool, stupid

Jispa is a sadist. I have proof.

Her front tooth is shaking and ready for replacement. So everyday she wonders when the curtains will fall on her teeth or should I say the curtains will rise on her teeth? But that qualifies her as a 6 year old not a sadist. The sadist part happens thus. She says, I wish my tooth falls when I am in an aero plane. I am like huh, where did that come from? She says the tooth will fall, then mummy will take the tooth and put in a plastic bag. Then you know the small flat place near the aero plane window, that place just where the window ends. That flat place. There we will keep the tooth… – you see still no sadisticism, only imagination wildism. - …in that place when we keep the tooth, it will fun (or some adjective like that she said) to see the tooth fairy come and take it.

There you crummy left brain bean counter bird pee cheap sadist…Beat that!