The Indian cricket fans’
reactions have always been mercurial. One day they raise their heroes to heavenly
heights and the very next day they throw stones at their houses. The recent
innings defeat of the Indian team in England also flared fiery emotions across
all modes and breadth of the news media. This innings loss also brought back my
childhood memories of similar defeats.
In those days, we used to have
only one bat and the owner of that bat had to be kept in good spirits. He was a
privileged player and used to get at least two chances to get out – the umpire
had little choice but had to pretend - lest he would run away with the bat. Most
of us had a penchant for batting and therefore, bowling or fielding were just
the necessary evils that we had to carry out.
Unlike the international cricket,
in the ‘gully’ cricket, the teams losing by innings went back home happy as
they got the opportunity to bat twice as against the opposition who got to bat
only once. The joy of batting twice while making the opposition sweat and toil
all over the field was far over-weighing the little pinch of losing the game.
On the other side, a few players would be elated to the levels of winning a
world cup while there were others who would lament the missed opportunity of a
second knock.
In the corporate world,
particularly in the IT industry, the term ‘second innings’ has a specific
connotation. There are many employees
who, after working in a corporation for a few years, leave the organization for
greener pastures. And quite a few of them come back to their earlier
organization after a few years, albeit at a higher position and with a fatter
pay-pack. This is colloquially called a
‘second innings’ by the employees. And here again, the loyal employee playing a
long steady innings with the organization feels defeated while the one playing
two innings laughs all the way to the bank. The innings defeat turns around
into a boon for the second inning players.
Coming back to the national
cricket team’s ignominious defeat at the Lords recently, I only wonder if these
were a bunch of my childhood playmates who thought it was fun to field once and
bat twice and let the opposition sweat out on the field with two outings. Thankfully, these blokes don’t look as cheerful
as my childhood friends used to be. They have much more to lose than just
sacrificing the Sunday morning for a losing cause.
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