The Spoken Word

This is a story of two guys. Guys who had a lot in common yet were different, who started a new life, a new journey everyday, who played tennis almost everyday morning, and who defined everyday as “once in a while”. Every day on the court they dreamt of being a great player some day though their game was nothing more than Ganguly’s batting. In spite of this they were quite famous with the crowd there and did have the power to make a few heads turn and take notice of them if not their game and this was no less than a great achievement.

One fine day when the sun was up, the spirits were high; these punters started off and landed on the court hoping to make it big some day. But that day their lives changed, dreams shattered, hearts broke and all their hopes were murdered and buried deep under the court itself.

While one of them trying hard to get his forehand stroke right and the other his backhand someone was approaching the court. Wind stopped blowing, water stopped flowing, birds returned and time halted. Everyone stopped playing and looked at something colorful that was arriving.

A guy wearing quarter pants with innumerable bright colors on it was moving towards the court. Number of colors on his pants was more than transistors in a P4 chip. Even Bill Gates would have had tough time categorizing it as 256, 16-million or 32-million colors pant. He was the topic of discussion for the same reasons as Mallika Sherawat but for these two guys their lives had taken a complete U turn. They were shocked learning how this guy under the shortest pants in the world became news without playing a single stroke. Hats off Mr. Chaddi.