STUMPED

Cricket’s a word that no one’s happy to hear,
Nowadays the supporters only curse and jeer,
It doesn’t matter if it’s Australia or Zimbabwe,
The Men in Blue just keep on losing day after day.

Vision 2007, the Board had proudly proclaimed,
We’ll bring home the Cup, all our rivals outplayed,
But in this reverie, one thing Mr. Pawar easily forgot,
He’s hired a man, who of coaching knows naught.

Respected Sir Dear Mr. Greg Chappell,
Two years back, we’d actually listened to his babble,
But now we realize, he’s not much of a thinker,
After all, this is a guy who showed us the middle finger.

Why was captain Dada sacked, most could not understand,
Just when taking off your shirts was becoming a fad,
The damage this caused was too hard to curtail,
Chappell again committed a blunder, an explosive e-mail.

Apart from Dear Old Greg, players are to be blamed,
They spent all their time getting their portfolios made,
Jammie’s ads with Kissan bottles were ruling the roost,
Even more than Sachin, who spent all his time drinking Boost.

Dhoni was spending all this time, caressing his locks,
And Saif and Kaif were eating up Lays box after box,
In the paper we saw Yuvi, Bhajji and Zaheer,
Doing the ramp walk, rather than their bowling routines.

But lets now pause, and for a second wonder,
This same team played a World Cup final in the days of yonder,
What happened to these heroes of the past, only guess we can,
One thing we all know, we wish we had the Wright man.

Cricket’s our religion, it’s impossible to convert,
We’ll make our voices heard, the team’s fortune we’ll invert,
Forget about the debacle in the West Indies,
This is our team, believe in their past victories.

So please Mr. Pawar, the nation wants this from you,
A distinguished team and man in charge to look up to,
Because we’re Indians and this is our number 1 game,
Take the team to great glory, success and fame.