Friday, January 4, 2013

Short Story: The Red Devil


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Short Story: The Red Devil

Christian was feeling at the top of the world. The satisfaction of owning a brand new Ferrari F430 was inexplicable and unparalleled. It gave his a feeling of having arrived at the big stage. He had owned a lowly Chevy for a while now and was getting restless and itching to upgrade to a luxury car. His peers owned an Audi R8 Spyder and a BMW M3 GT which were good cars in their own right but a Ferrari was just in a different league. Lamborghini he felt, was not for him as he despised the yellow color and felt it was more of a ladies’ car.

 He had been slogging day and night to achieve this target which he had set for himself last year. The crimson red Ferrari F430 spider was always on his mind when he was chasing those quarterly targets. The smooth curves, the high-revving engine and the effortless acceleration were what he dreamt of. He never cared about the jeers from his peers about his old Chevy. He knew very soon their Audis and BMWs would stand no match for his Ferrari.

And then came the day when the brand new Ferrari F430 was royally delivered to his home. The paper work was all done well in advance. Christian took the new Ferrari on its first ride after the purchase. He stepped on the gas on the straight stretches and the car just sped effortlessly. It did great on the curves and bends without giving him any discomfort whatsoever. It was as if the Ferrari was made for these tracks. The other cars on the road simply couldn’t match up to the red devil and he was reveling in the stares that he got.

He was enjoying the whole experience when he heard a honk. He looked back with a scorn on his face and thought, “How could anybody honk my Ferrari?!” it was an insult. He pressed on the gas and was driving as fast as he could. He heard the honk again but this time he also heard his mom shout from the kitchen, “Chrissy I think it must be daddy. Open the door, will you?” Chris dropped his 1:18 scale Ferrari F430 model and rushed to the door, climbed on the stool and took a peep through the door scope. “Yes, it is his daddy! “, he shouted with excitement.  He opened the door and immediately gave his dad a bear hug. He said, “Daddy I have been waiting for you from so long. You are the best dad! I just so love my new Ferrari and the driving course that you gifted. Look at Ron and Ian’s cars, aren’t they so boring?! What will you gift me the next time I stand first in my class?”

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- Radhakrishnan Ravi

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Short Story: Out or Not out?


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Short Story: Out or Not out?

 “It doesn’t get better than this. Nothing come even remotely close to an India-Pak world cup semi-final in terms of sheer excitement!”, so goes Ravi Shastri’s cliché into the microphone. The crowd is packed and brimming to full capacity in the Eden Gardens stadium on a cold overcast Sunday afternoon.  The crowd is chanting “Rameshhhhh… Ramesh..”, the name of the best batsman in the team. He is on 96 and India needs 4 runs off the last ball to beat arch-rivals Pakistan and make it to the finals to play Australia which has already qualified by beating South Africa in a close match in Semi Finals-I.

The bowler Akram Khan just started sprinting towards the bowling crease when Ramesh’s thoughts flashes back 13 years to that special day which changed the course of his life -

Circa 2000:

 Indian cricket was in doldrums with match-fixing scandals and bad performances by the team. BCCI had put forward a plan to create a National Cricket Academy(NCA). Young players with special talent from across the country were to be selected and groomed to make them ready to take their coveted places in the Indian cricket team one day. “Every cricketer’s dream”, thought Ramesh.

Ramesh was the only son in a middle-class south Indian nuclear family.  The norm was to focus on academics, complete an MS/MBA from an Ivy League university and settle down in a good corporate career. Sports sadly, were never in the radar to be considered as a career option.

His life was at cross roads. It was the NCA selection match and he had to perform well to get selected. This was the last hope to prove to his parents how serious he was about his cricket. Ramesh’s dream from childhood was to play for the country and beat the supposedly infallible Aussies in a World Cup final and he knew this was his last shot in that direction.

The criteria for a batsman to get selected through the NCA selection matches were as follows:

  1. Spot selection- if you score a century in the match
  2. Panel selection- a panel of selectors choose a pool of players from the NCA selection matches from across the country and then shortlist based on some criteria (not revealed)

Ramesh knew that he had the talent in him to earn the automatic selection. He was aware that the second option involved a lot of politics and one needed influence to get the selection and he had no chance at that. He had been practicing diligently for this match for the past one month and put extra hours in the nets.

His team mates used to call him Dravid Tendulkar, for possessing Tendulkar-esque precocious talent while having the work ethic and perseverance of THE WALL. Sachin was his hero and he had got the MRF bat and signed it “Sachin Tendulkar” himself as he couldn’t afford the costly branded MRF bats signed by the God of batting himself

It was match day and he had woken up early, cycled to the local Academy nets and practiced for an hour. He was all determined and prepared to make it big. His only competition in the side was opener Vijay. He was a talented batsman but didn’t have the temperament or the work ethic of Ramesh. Being a relative of the selector from South Zone, he was sure he could sneak his way into the National squad by the second option. Ramesh’s aim was to score a century and was focused on it.

Ramesh walked in at No.3, his favourite batting position and was batting well. He had promised himself to play his natural game and not be overwhelmed by the situation. He was his fluid self and was hitting the sweet spot on his bat consistently. He reached the half-century mark in 60 balls and knew he was in good nick. He played with controlled aggression after that and was on 99, one run away from getting automatically selected for NCA squad.

The field was brought in close with all of them inside the ring. The fast bowler Raman bowled a bouncer. Ramesh tapped it close-by and started running for that final single that would take him closer to his dream. The close-in fielder picked the ball and hurled it towards the stumps. Ramesh knew it was a close call and he dove. All the fielders went up in the appeal and they were literally crying and begging the umpire. Ramesh’s heart was pounding hard (could beat around 200 bpm) and he could almost feel it in his mouth. The umpire was in his typical position to judge a run-out.

All players had their sight on his right hand and his head. “Which would move first?”, was the question on every player’s mind.

The local commentator shouted into the microphone, ”And the umpire’s decision is:”-

NOT OUT:

Circa 2013: The scene shifts back to India-Pak World Cup semi-final. Akram Khan bowls a length delivery. “And it’s a six. Ramesh plays a swashbuckling innings to take India to the finals of the world cup! What a player!!”, exults Ravi Shastri, the commentator. Ramesh points his bat towards the dressing room and the crowd and shouts to himself, “Yes this is a dream come true!”

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Circa 2013: The scene shifts back to India-Pak World Cup semi-final. Akram Khan bowls a length delivery. “And it’s a six. Ramesh plays a swashbuckling innings to take India to the finals of the world cup! What a player!!”, exults Ravi Shastri, the commentator. “Appa, yeah!!! India won the match!!, now let me play the finals”, cries Ritesh, Ramesh’s 6 year old kid grabbing the joystick to continue the game “EACricket 2013” on his XBOX 360! Ramesh just smiles and tells himself, “My kid will beat the Aussies in the World cup Final J!”

 

Epilogue:

The umpire decision on the run-out chance in the selection match is NOT OUT:

Ramesh gets automatically selected to the NCA squad. He performs well in the Academy training and gets an Indian ODI berth in 2 years. He goes on to become the best batsman in the Indian team

The umpire decision on the run-out chance in the selection match is OUT:

Vijay gets selected from his team instead of Ramesh due to nepotism while Ramesh is dropped in spite of his valiant 99. He goes on to do an MS from Texas Dallas and now works for a Silicon valley firm in SFO. He has a 6 year old son, Ritesh whose hero is also Sachin and plays EA Cricket 2013 with him on weekends

 

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