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ABDUL QADIR LEGENDRY LEG SPINNER

  • KIPS Bureau
  • Dec, 2017
  • 70
  • Sports

She played the best strokes of her life with the bat while dealing me as cricket ball. I was beaten black and blue. After some time, she shed her anger and started dealing maternity.  She hugged me and kissed my forehead

I applied my knowledge and visited his home well before his shop’s opening time.  He was making the lal imli  at that time.  He did not forbid me to watch the process. I saved the whole process in my memory and came into practice later on. I prepared the lal imli  and sold it even before opening of his business. Ashfaq was surprised but did not mind. I found him smiling. He appreciated my efforts and started vending business just before mine. The female customers would flock our shops whole the day. Now both of us would earn the profit. True to say, my business did not affect our friendship. This event of my life is also unforgettable for me. In fact this event tells a beautiful story relating to my childhood. Respect to elders, efforts, diligence and prayer ensure the success in life.

I would love to mention another interesting event of my life here. I hope you would enjoy the occurrence. It so happened when I used to play in my Mohallah Eleven. Cricket fever was on the rise but I had no bat or ball to play cricket. A woodcutting machine was installed in our Mohallah. I used to pilfer a bat-shaped wood from there and start searching out a ball. At that time, the price of a new ball was just eight aana (1/2 Rupee) but we didn’t have the amount to purchase the ball. We would pool five paisa each and eight boys gather the required amount. We would play cricket with the help of pilfered wood-piece and ball in the parching heat of June and July. We would continue our game until the ball was worn out. We would peel off the ball and extract a small wooden ball from the inside. We would wrap up pieces of clothes, rubber and strings around the wooden ball and shape it like that of a regular cricket ball. However, it was very hard to employ a wooden stick as a bat in cricket.

The other day, I found my mother washing clothes with the help of a flat stick (Thaapi) looking like a bat. It was well-built and cutting style of its handle made it copy of a bat. However it was in one piece of wood. I started keeping an eye on that stick to use as bat for cricket. For this purpose, I counted days when did my mother would wash clothes or not. On non-washing day, I would pilfer the so called bat from my home and played the cricket till dusk. The other day, my mother was to wash the clothes and I picked the flat stick to play cricket. When I returned in the evening, my mother was worried and told me that our washing stick had been theft. I insisted that it would be in our house somewhere. After my insistence, she started searching out. After a little exercise, I found out the washing stick. She was pleased to find it but she found red marks of cricket ball on it. After momentary pause, she started beating me. She had found the reason for the absence of the  stick the whole day.

After some days, I pilfered the bat again and reached a nearby ground to play cricket. My mother was to wash the clothes and she reached there. She played the best strokes of her life with the bat while dealing me as cricket ball. I was beaten black and blue. After some time, she shed her anger and started dealing maternity.  She hugged me and kissed my forehead. She reminded me that I had told a lie, pilfered and cheated her. She gave me a lesson that even usage of a thing without permission is tantamount to a theft. This was really a great lesson which I ever followed in my life. It’s a beautiful part of my life whose bitterness I felt at that time but the lesson I learnt, helped me a lot in latter life. I believe there is no substitute to a mother. You can get true love and sincerity from your mother alone. The rest is nothing but a fiction.

She reminded me that I had told a lie, pilfered and cheated her. She gave me a lesson that even usage of a thing without permission is tantamount to a theft. This was really a great lesson which I ever followed in my life. It’s a beautiful part of my life whose bitterness I felt at that time but the lesson I learnt, helped me a lot in latter life. I believe there is no substitute to mother. You can get true love and sincerity from your mother alone. The rest is nothing but fiction.

 

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