A Captains ear!!!
I’ve been meaning to write this for ages, but procrastination is the true captain of my life. So here goes.... If you examine the job description for being a captain at the maidaan, it reads less like a sporting role and more like a matrimonial advertisement. Requirements: English eloquence (to sound wise while yelling at fielders), Family tree awareness (because sometimes your cousin’s cousin is the only available bowler), Philosophical depth (to explain why losing is actually winning in disguise), Emotional range (from Shakespearean tragedy to stand‑up comedy), Stone‑faced resilience (to look unmoved while your team collapses), And, most importantly, thick skin (because both teammates and opponents will happily roast you alive unless you have Chaitanya, Harsha, Sameer, Dhruv, Satya, or Arjun — in which case they nobly volunteer as human shields). Over the years, we’ve had captains who wore the crown with dignity, and others who treated it like a cursed horcrux they never wanted...
