Blame it on Ribeiro

You can take your theories for India’s slide and shove them up the Khyber. They are far from the truth. The truth is in my movements, not quite Mozart, but moving nonetheless.

Years back when one Michael Clarke made his debut in Bangalore, I was over at Keith Ribeiro’s place in that very same city. I had plans to visit the stadium, instead we beered in front of a TV. The beer was flat, the TV wasn’t.

Years’ later, Keith is in Bombay, and so am I and so is India and so is South Africa. Can defeat be far behind? Calcutta, here I don’t come.