Not a fast one.

As a batsman, you see the dust clouds long before the bowler descends on you. Though I never measured the run-up, the bowler ran from the far end of Hauz Khas Park, and at times, from the road behind it. He ran so fast, that by the time he hurled the ball at you, such was the bustle, that smokes, lights, coins, confessions, all disembarked, all at once. Looking back, I now know this was a distraction, guerrilla cricket warfare.

The action was slingy, possibly even chucky. But damn, it was fast. This bowler had put the sum total of his cricketing disgust for Venki's faster one into that one delivery.

And it was one such delivery, on the Hindu grounds, in the mid nineties, in speed and year that felled Ajay Jadeja. Hope the ball was not fixed.

It became part of DU folklore, he sings Dylan, he sinks Jadeja.

It has taken me all these years, but I now know it takes an Irfan to laugh, it takes a Pathan to cry. Here’s to the grey areas of cricket. Here’s to you, Happy Bored Day Bhaskar Khaund.