I have created a Hall ((hole) of Shame of Indians

This in no way should  make one eyed Nawaurd of Pataudi, the great Indian (they are the ones included in the Hall of Fame) opener from British Era, rise from grave in pain but these greats, followed the footsteps of British Cricket in pristine form, nimble footed and classic in style.

I hope Goeff Boycott makes the final phrase in current "Saga of Foul Mouths Indians".

No reprieve for them.

Bash them with what we call "BuWalla" or the Octopus skin to squash the Evil Spirits in Cricket.

Their names are put by me in Google's Alphabetical Order to be shamed until the current series is over.

I will neither watch the matches nor look at the statistics.

The Indian antics are nauseating, to say the least.

Australian and English consider Cricket Boards  should downgrade the current bizarre ranking elements (at least Withhold the Ranking until the current pandemic is over to respect the young and the old who left us in agony).

This in not time for celebration but laying Reeath for Cricket.

Survival is not Inbuilt but a careful strategy

I had many survival strategies in my childhood.

Thankfully I had timid mother and totally out of sort father.

I was born the youngest but was not a family pet.

I was not a pushover and never became a family slave.

I gradually raised to the top in the family by sometimes brute force.

I never gave any credence to the seniority and challenged guys twice my size with brute force.

When a leadership role was thrown at me I grabbed it and threw away that role onve bored.

I did not fear Priests, Principles and Caining Masters.

I was never proactive and always counteractive when freedom and fairness was challenged.
We had a great burgher sports master.

I treated our Tamil brothers equal and my best friend was Jaffna Tamil coming from an educated family.
I can remember crying when he left us.
He wanted to become a medical student but failed in three attempts and migrated ton Australia and he probably failed there too in academic activities and abruptly stop corresponding  with me.
His name is Donald Williams and if he reads this piece please make a comment below and make a direct contact.

Fortunately I never had a Muslim friend.

There were no muslims in my class.