the year was 2001 and a farangi would pop-in with some shrills,

the players were varied and possessed different skills.

a Jay-ler came with the daily noose, and strangled many, ho-ha!

a middle-order ballebaz turned into an opening fast bowler. Sad, na?

a place where some called for Harzana Vasooley, but others said, there is Harm, that i o u,

a place where some wanted to freely Roam. air only that they let out? wondered a few.

amazing sight of changing colors as if some had just returned from haj, umra or Urs. truly speaking, sah!

amusing sight of aerial chappurone taking care of the young and impetuous leader of the fatah.

who would have thought that a big-mac gupta would be fat-free food on the lunch desks,

or the possibility of the first chowk baby with the initials RSS?

such were the issues that not even a-Shrank could follow,

the varied tunes of the three tenors - Dm, Pm and Upm were hardly hollow.

the 1,2 or 3 Tahmad wearing umpires, and the conflicting Signal 2, 3, or 5 were bore,

the place was reduced to a Gym, no sophistry was seen much more.

a n-anNy was desperately needed for Ek luv, ya!

would this be the saddest summer of Sameer? Nah!