The Cocktail of True Success

Sundays are fun. Especially since my little one has now come of age to surprise me with new antics every now and then. His latest antic is using the TV remote and switching between channels!

Last Sunday as he was doing so, he switched on the channel where the celebrated movie “Deewar” was being telecast. He got hooked. I got hooked. Though I have watched the movie several times, I can watch it one more time.

As the movie came to an end, I was enlightened with the formula for “The Cocktail of True Success”. I for sure know now that True Success is attained if one can say that he has all of underneath. Continue reading “The Cocktail of True Success”


Come all ye fair young maidens and harken unto me,

Never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

Randier than a sailor who's been six months at sea,

Never let a cricketer's hand an inch above your knee.


First let's take the paceman, pure speed from first to last!

My darlings do be careful; his balls are hard and fast.

Then there's the medium pacer, his balls swing either way;

He's really most persistent and can keep it up all day!  

And watch for the off-spinner, girls, another awkward chap.

If you leave him half an opening, he will slip one through the gap!

Then there's the wily 'slowy', pure cunning is his strength;

He'll tempt you, then he'll trap you with his very subtle length.  

So ladies, do be careful, your mothers would agree.

Never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

And what about the opening bat, his struggles never cease!

He has only one ambition, to spend all day at the crease.  

The number three is a dasher, he seldom prods and pokes.

When he goes into action, he has a fine array of strokes…

And do beware the slogger, not content with one or two;

When he arrives at the crease then only six will do.  

Then there's the real stonewaller, girls, he knows what he's about;

And if you let him settle in, it's hard to get him out!

We come now to the last man, I hope this will not shock,

He doesn't mind if he's last man in, as long as he gets a knock.  

So, darlings, do be careful, and be well warned by me:

Never trust a cricketer, whoever he may be.

And watch the wicketkeeper, girls, he's full of flair and dash;

And if you raise your heel, he'll whip them off in a flash.  

If you take the field with the captain, you had better know the score;

Or he'll have you in positions that you never knew before!

The cricket commentator is a nasty sort of bloke,

He watches all the action and describes it stroke by stroke.  

Even the kindly umpire, who looks friendly as a pup;

You'll quickly find you've had it, when he puts his finger up!

Third Umpire is another bright one and not so dumb,

When you are set to play, he will make you come;

All in all UDRS is the deadliest one in the fray;

Seldom seen…never heard…he grabs its prey in re-play.

So, darlings, please remember and repeat it after me: !!!!


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