Mistake, Madness of Mr. M - the Maverick

It was a warm,breezy sunny afternoon. I was experiencing cricket at its best, from the best part of the pavillion.It was a treat to watch my friend Mr M playing one of the best knocks of the day.Batting looked never so easy in this pitch before.Though M was only in his 40's, by the sheer attitude of him he impressed all of us very much. His articulation lied in his easiness.He was always a 'take it easy' guy and that reflected while he was in his business too. Much talk was there before his inclusion in this team because people used to think he was particularly vulnerable against this opponent. But he was so fluent, so easy , so gentle yet so dominant today he seemed to absolutely enjoy his stay out there.

M speaks:

I knew today was my day. Everything is going just fine. I have always dreamt of having a good score against these people and I am almost through. The hunky handsome fast bowler who is going to deliver the last ball has started running rather diligently.Just one ball, baby.. Then I will make helluva fun today. He has a high arm open chest action. He has released the while sphere .The ball has pitched just in front of good length spot. Should I play it or leave it? Play. Front foot or back foot?? .. A moment of undecision and "Oh S*it.", the ball caught me in the wrong foot.It just whiffed past my bat.I am not sure whether it has touched my willow or not.But I know they will make much noise at this.Ya, they have started celebrating. A big appeal.And oh nooo. The dreaded finger is pointing to the sky. Just a moment's folly. Just a silly mistake.. But a mistake .. And the rule is quite strict here. If you have done a mistake you will have to pay for it. And pay it. Such a cruel diktat!! And I am paying for it -- Walking back to pavillion!! Every sweet moment of previous hours is turning out sour... I was ready to leave the last ball as I was leaving the earlier balls in this over.. Why didn't I do the same this time? Oh, look everybody is looking at me with compassion. And I disgust that.. I swallowed the bitter spit.Why? WHy? What a disaster One moment's unintended weakness can do!! I want to throw away the bat, I want to argue with the man with the dreaded finger I wasn't out.. But nothing will change.It will only make the things worse..

I couldn't find him then after he came back to the pavillion rather trudgingly . I called him that night. He didn't pick up his cell. Next day he didn't turn up for lunch with me.I grew suspiscious. Rather accidentally I found him that evening at the ground, sitting at the pavillion staring blankly at the pitch.I know he is contemplating his mistake last evening. You might be thinking just another out. And being a seasoned player he should accept it like a professional. I also think so. I thought that.Ya, but let me tell you one thing. I know M lilttle more than you do. He plays with an attitude that as if he believes he can never get out. So it must be very difficult to accept that. That's the problem with passionate people, u know.. But isn't something else too??

Now M, I know you must be utterly dejected at that unfortunate dismissal.But you know everybody commits mistake and you are no God -- but a common man..
It's not like that, buddy.. It was a small silly mistake.Completely unintentional.
Don't talk silly.Tell me when did you last make an intelligent intentional mistake.Every mistake is silly, man.Come on you will get another chance. Cheer up..
I am lost , mate.. This is not the first time.. Let me tell you something which I have never disclosed .I have been out similar ways earlier. Last ball, last moment. My grief is not at being out, not at being out at a rather innocuous delivery, but more than that, at not learning lesson from it.You know, everytime hence when I will face the last ball of the day this will haunt me.

I was too sure this time I won't commit the same mistake again. But it happened. I couldn't sleep last night as if some one was laughing at my weakness rather cruelly and I was so helpless. And you know today was one of those days I was really enjoying my batting. And then this stupid thing ..... And u know I , I also lost..I can't tell it.Please leave me alone, buddy!!

He was inconsolable.

Mistake, mistake -- that is our life. You could be at a differnt place at a different time had u not done any mistake. May be you are reading this by mistake. May be I am writing this by mistake, may be after few days I will repent why I did write this.. We are here, because our gret gret--- great to the power n, Grandfather Mr. Adam made a mistake..We suffer because our great, great -- great to the power m (m less than n) Grandmom Mrs Pandora opened a box by mistake.But the art is to gracefully accept the mistakes, which M cannot do. I wonder how many people can do? And so he is suffering a lot.It is bad to see him that way and leave him in distress. But I only hope we will see him in his ususal self sooner than later. M, ( I surely know you will read this blog )Just forget it , take it easy -- be yourself.. Come on, come on..