Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Dream
My dreams do not make sense. At least most of them.
But not this one. This was almost like a perfect movie script.
It was taut, gripping and convicing.
The dream was about Cricket. It was Sachin's last match and he was batting on 99 and 6 runs were needed for an Indian win.
It was the last ball of the day.
The field was spread out, with men patrolling the boundaries.
The field setting was a plain master stroke of the fielding captain.
It was clearly evident that the single was there for the taking.
It would allow the master to take a single and complete the coveted task on conquering the last realm of the Cricketing world.
A ton on tons.
A feat no one has ever imagined would be possible.
A feat that would only be fitting for the "God of Cricket" to achieve.
Would he take the single and achieve it and be a fallen Hero, and prove the constant allegations of "atheists", that he is selfish?
Or would he put the team in front of himself?
Is he going for the ultimate sacrifice?
Can he hit a sixer of the last ball?
What if he does not succeed?
Would that give his distractors enough ammunition to discredit his achievements till date?
What would he do?
I could notice a sinister smile on the lips of the opposing team's captain.
It almost appeared like he was asking the Master,
"what would you chose? A personal milestone? or the Team's cause?"
The Time appeared to have frozen and, I could see the images of the bowler's delivery stride, and Sachin's concentration and the anticipation of a billion hearts and then....
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I woke up in the bed with bated breath, panting like a dog.
Felt like kicking myself..Dang it....
Labels: Cricket, Dream, Sachin
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