3 dogs and the lady

This is a true love story which unfolded within 3 hours and that too at IIMK. The story is about 3 dogs and a lady.

9:15 PM (Amphitheater)
A convention of 20-30 dogs was taking place at our amphitheater for some unknown reasons. Enters the "heroine" of the plot, talking to someone on her cell-phone. All the dogs were (obviously) giving due attention to our heroine.
Then came the villain dog (real one), chasing the heroine from NC to crossroads. All the dogs were charged up to come as a savior of the lady.
Me, the poor, innocent dog, with no "ulterior" motives, whisked the dog (villain) away and saved the lady, but lo, she was now surrounded by two other dogs, shielding her with their lives. Poor me went off to NC to "chai" away my misfortune. Yet another bad day for me.

12:00 AM (Crossroads)
The lady and one of those two dogs are happily lost in the dream world of love-birds, chatting about the misfortunes of poor souls like me. Happy ending (huh!). I wonder what the other dog is doing, and I pity the villain.
But a dog made the day for our hero, Nikhil Sharma.

Moral of the story: A dog can change your life.

(p.s. all the names have been substituted by dogs to keep their identity a secret).

Headless chicken run (from www.cricinfo.com)

The man who followed orders all too well

	© Farzana Cooper

In 1961 in Adelaide, Ken "Slasher" Mackay and Lindsay Kline famously saved a Test Match for Australia against West Indies by batting nearly two hours in a battle that proved that saving a match is often as satisfying and exciting as winning one.

A similar tale with an amusing twist took place in Salisbury, Rhodesia (now Harare, Zimbabwe) in the sixties in a vital match between Salisbury Sports Club and Alexandra Club. Alexandra needed to win the game to clinch the league. For Salisbury a draw was sufficient to retain the title.

David Lewis, an icon of Rhodesia cricket, was 50-odd not out, and Salisbury were nine wickets down. Winning was out of the question; they were playing for a draw. Lewis was joined at the wicket at approximately 3pm by the young No. 11, named Lindsay, who had been drafted into the team at short notice to make up the numbers.

Lewis asked Lindsay if he could count to six, to which Lindsay timidly replied, "Yes, sir." Lewis then instructed him: "Good. Then on every sixth ball you run, no matter where the ball is hit."

Lewis batted magnificently for almost three hours and farmed the bowling so well that Lindsay did not have to face a ball.

The last over arrived. Lewis was batting with his back to the pavilion with shadows falling across the ground. He played out five balls. The sixth he blocked back to the bowler, after which he put his bat under his arm and turned towards the pavilion, believing the match was saved.

Then, to his horror, out of the corner of his eye he saw the youthful Lindsay sprinting, as per instruction, on the sixth ball, to Lewis' end, only to be promptly run out!

As told to Nagraj Gollapudi. This article was first published in Wisden Asia Cricket magazine