It was a fine Sunday morning. I was jogging with my brother. After walking down miles as considered by my brother, we returned to our colony ground. It was all set for a cricket match. Our bonhomie were present there with bats and ball. Teams were decided. Observing my team, I figured out that I was taken there as an all rounder. Oh my God! it means I will have to bowl. Its the most dreadfull act for me. I'm really scared of it because of unknown reasons. Earlier this was not so. I bowled my qouta with pretty decency. But now I can't even bowl a single, good lined, well pitched slow ball.Don't know which devil ate my all confidence. Sometimes I grab the ball with such a force the there is untimed delivery of ball and I end up bowling short, or the grip is too loose to get the ball bounce the ground even once. But it went well at the end. I ended up doing good with bat but not with ball. Then I happened to bump in my school reunion. There I saw Bhanu, Dayanidhi. I informed B...