Chemplast Memoirs - I

There is this bright sunny day when you go out to bat when the team needs more than fifty runs in less than five overs. Then somehow riding on your luck and the good wishes of fellow team members, you win the match for your team with five balls to spare. You come back to the pavilion, welcomed with cheers and figure out that you scored a first-time-in-life 32 off 15 balls. You go back to your room pumped up and wanting to better your performance the next day. You go to your gtalk and change your status message to "One over mid-wicket for a four" - a comforting reminder to yourself (and to the gtalk-world) of the best shot you played in the match. You go to sleep and then when you lay on the bed, you feel the strain in every square inch of your body. Then you think to yourself "Aah, is this the sweet pain of success? "

The very next day - equally bright and sunny, if not more, you go out to bat - no pressure, no targets to chase. You are riding on the confidence of the last knock. You think to yourself "This is the day!" You tap your first ball to mid-wicket for a dot ball. Next ball, you time it to perfection only to realise that you are caught at mid-wicket. Out for a Duck. Gtalk status message changes to "Quack Quack" and the body pain intensifies. Only this time, you don't like it one bit.

Such is life. 32 off 15 one day and a ZERO off 2 the very next. Such is life.