100...and still counting!

The stadium is fully packed. Yet there’s a complete lull. All eyes are on one man. He strikes one more run. And yes! He has done it again. Crowd is blessing him. He looks up and praises god. Batsman has done it again. Once again, he scored a century.

The place I am staying is a lonely remote place. There is no crowd to cheer for me. The best man is alone. No one except the best man himself keeps the track of his aggregate score. Yes! Today is a very special day for me. It’s my century day.

This blog is about two different but correlated lives of the batsman and a best man.
Batsman is the king of cricket world.
And the best man is me.

I would like to compare the feelings of these two personalities on their century score/day.

Let’s go back to the stadium. The closing ceremony has started. All girls want to meet the batsman. All cameras are zoomed towards batsman’s face. He was waiting for this day. He is delighted. He expresses his feelings. He wants to talk to his thousands of friends. He wants to score more centuries. He is energized by the sound of the thousands of his fans. When he comes back to his country, he is showered with the greetings "WELCOME HOME"

But scene is way far different at my place. Best man is not aware of any plan about the closing ceremony. Best man wants time to search for a girl. Best man uses his own mobile camera to look for the wrinkle on his own face. Best man has changed his attitude and nature. Best man has a different feeling. He does not know how to react. He wants some body to talk with him. The best man is eagerly waiting for one command. He wants to "GO HOME".