The Perth Moment
We would often open together. And would close together. Not always exactly at the same time, but one immediately following the other. That was the practice, as well as the requirement.
Nothing special by the carpenter; just an order of the day for HIM.
The first cricket match that I recall watching together was in Perth 1991, the famous 126-run tie when Azhar leaped on a catch in slip, off SRT. 20 years. The Calcutta-ed Hero Cup. The centenary cup in New Zealand 1995 (The joy of beating Australia in a match was altogether different those days). Bangalore 1996 was electric. Calcutta again, 1998-mauled and 2001-mesmerized.
Kids used to practice by giving Warne-air to the ball and dealing like Azhar-flick or Waugh-blocked.
One day in early decade, I pointed to a possible tube. Wings? Pellets? Was it a sign of swarmers?
We looked at each other and shrugged off the thought. It could not be.
The lock still needed both of us to be together.
A Crowe or a Robertson can have perfectly bonafide intentions. Nothing to worry. It was meant to *evolve*. So we did not trust IPL-2008 to rock *this way*, there are swarmers in cricket also. And we forgot it for a minute. And just a minute it takes.
Although there was again a Perth moment to rejoice (January 2008), it was destined to be last.
Swarmers had intruded. The game has lost its soul since then. The ecstasy and passion for *the next ball* is more out of *curiousity-satiating-and-knowledgebased-satisfying-feeling that I knew he would drive* and less for *the sport*.
The Kids now plan more for teesrah than length. A 75 off 43 is a huge success even if followed by 4 single-digit pokes behind the wicket.
Old order changes yielding place to the new.
We are no more together. One can work alone. Without any role of other.
The LOCK still works successfully though. However, locking one never guarantees that the other is also locked. And no glances exchanged. No giggles. Not even *that* silence.
And so Perth is never same again. The Australian was summer was different this year. We were not together. The whitewash (drubbing?) was on the cards.
But the cycle changes. It always has. And so the door too.
We can hope for another *Perth moment*. Why not?