This Saturday evening,Rajan's entire hope were pinned on his as well as
his team's performance at the finals of Mahatma Gandhi Gold Shield
Cricket tournament.His innings few hours back had won his team the
crucial Semi finals over last year champions from the next District.The
Finals,were slated just an hour after the Semis.Rajan was drained as his
three over bowling spell had taken out most of his fluids this humid
afternoon.Thereafter he played a brisk knock,scoring forty six runs
from mere seventeen deliveries to take the team past finish line.
An inning of supremacy,an inning of temperament,an inning of pain.He was feeling the damages it had done to his thighs and toes.
Rajan was the only child of Rajesh and Revathi,a couple that were treated as 'achhoot'/'untouchables' in this society of Work based discrimination.Rajesh was the best 'rickshaw-wallah',whom all searched for meeting their schedules and Revathi,the best cleaner a hospital could ever have.As a result of her efforts,a two roomed broken bricked house,ever crowded with sick people,looked like it actually was,ie a 'Sadar Aspatal'(Government Hospital).
Last week,Rajesh had met with an accident while he was carrying the local priest to the temple.Priest kept on cursing about how the 'Muhurat' of 'Kalyanam' was being missed despite Rajesh's desperate yet best efforts.He had ensured Priest reaches on time.He had then collected his fare and also his last breath.
Thereon,Revathi wasnt permitted to work in Hospital as she was a widow and hence could impart spells on real sick people-people with Sick body,Sick heart and Sicker soul.Rajan had decided they will leave for Vijaywada,where he will take a small job in the brick urn where his few friends worked.Revathi knew she had bore a talent and wont allow it to be wasted in this calamity.
Rajan was nicknamed as 'Kallis' for his all-around performances on field.He would break the stumps with the same speed with which he would hit the cricket ball to the boundary.In this district tournament he had single handily brought his unknown team,not even a dark horse,just a step away from glory.
For Revathy it was not only the victory that mattered but she heard few local boys talk,that if Rajan would receive the Man of The Tournament he'll be ensured of a place at the academy at Hyderabad,with Rs 3500 stipend,admission at a Government school and respect.
At the finals,the opponents were comfortably placed with just nine runs required of six deliveries.The Ball was in Rajan's hand,he ran he bowled and he got two wickets in his first two deliveries.The next ball wasn't playable nor it did any casualty.The next ball was hit for three runs courtesy a never required overthrow by Siva,the Priest's son.Next ball another wicket.Now the match was placed with Six runs required from one delivery for the opponents.
Few minutes later,It was chaos all around.Claps or cheers or shouts or screams one could never differentiate.
Revathi was running towards the ground cursing herself,crying,yelling.
Rajan lay dead with a wickets in blood thrown all around.
His own team mates had killed him as his last ball was hit for six runs.
An inning of supremacy,an inning of temperament,an inning of pain.He was feeling the damages it had done to his thighs and toes.
Rajan was the only child of Rajesh and Revathi,a couple that were treated as 'achhoot'/'untouchables' in this society of Work based discrimination.Rajesh was the best 'rickshaw-wallah',whom all searched for meeting their schedules and Revathi,the best cleaner a hospital could ever have.As a result of her efforts,a two roomed broken bricked house,ever crowded with sick people,looked like it actually was,ie a 'Sadar Aspatal'(Government Hospital).
Last week,Rajesh had met with an accident while he was carrying the local priest to the temple.Priest kept on cursing about how the 'Muhurat' of 'Kalyanam' was being missed despite Rajesh's desperate yet best efforts.He had ensured Priest reaches on time.He had then collected his fare and also his last breath.
Thereon,Revathi wasnt permitted to work in Hospital as she was a widow and hence could impart spells on real sick people-people with Sick body,Sick heart and Sicker soul.Rajan had decided they will leave for Vijaywada,where he will take a small job in the brick urn where his few friends worked.Revathi knew she had bore a talent and wont allow it to be wasted in this calamity.
Rajan was nicknamed as 'Kallis' for his all-around performances on field.He would break the stumps with the same speed with which he would hit the cricket ball to the boundary.In this district tournament he had single handily brought his unknown team,not even a dark horse,just a step away from glory.
For Revathy it was not only the victory that mattered but she heard few local boys talk,that if Rajan would receive the Man of The Tournament he'll be ensured of a place at the academy at Hyderabad,with Rs 3500 stipend,admission at a Government school and respect.
At the finals,the opponents were comfortably placed with just nine runs required of six deliveries.The Ball was in Rajan's hand,he ran he bowled and he got two wickets in his first two deliveries.The next ball wasn't playable nor it did any casualty.The next ball was hit for three runs courtesy a never required overthrow by Siva,the Priest's son.Next ball another wicket.Now the match was placed with Six runs required from one delivery for the opponents.
Few minutes later,It was chaos all around.Claps or cheers or shouts or screams one could never differentiate.
Revathi was running towards the ground cursing herself,crying,yelling.
Rajan lay dead with a wickets in blood thrown all around.
His own team mates had killed him as his last ball was hit for six runs.
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