1. In the end it all balances out. Or maybe not. Who am I to complain.

2. The leaders aren’t leaders because they can lead. I am not writing because I can. If boys can’t be fair in the play –how can they be fair in life? Especially when “everything is fair in the war. ..and survival of the fittest ;” has been fed into them ad nauseum.

3. They neither know how to bat nor know how to bowl and yet they want to lead because then those who deserve or those who have it by the way of rotation will learn the game and the myth of their greatness would crumble. Use false excuses and reasoning to control and keep perfecting this even if your game stays mediocre. Your celebs taught you this. And swag instead of sweating. The generation of Chuck is evolving into a cult of Chuck : a baby doll which murders all of the family members.

4. If you are confused, here’s what happened: I wanted to be the captain. I did the toss as the captain. The member in my team took reigns unrighteously after arguing with me about how well he knew the opposite side. He along with the other guy who was a pseudo captain just because he knew couple of guys on field: kept bowling by taking turns until match went out of our hands. The opponent’s team played well. Yes, why do you never rotate bowling spells? Even when you’re beaten like a donkey! And what is the one bounce catches for!

5. This is the system. I can’t change. I am thankful for the drops of drizzle on my shaved head. Thankful for the exercise I had with guys younger than me . Thankful for gutka spitting ragamuffins. I am thankful for a little of sky. A little of Sunset. Thankful for being alive! Not really. What else but infinite life exists forever.