The ides of MArch...

In the ides of March:

There are certain happenings in our life that happen and it leaves an imprint so much
that we when reminded of it, feel a wave of happiness. Hey readers, dont runaway this
is not any sentimental stuff, but a light humor of sorts(if one).

Mid march, what else but exams where looming large and the sun was sriking heavily with its
meteorical eyes, the humidity for its sake was doing its job perfectly. Madras, march , exams what
a good combination should have been a perfect time to sleep. But not so , the boy had been presented
a cap by his father and he wanted to have a use, so he had ordered his battalion to be ready
for the mission(game of cricket @ 3). Seems a very normal day in the offing but is it, lets see.
The history had always wondered would it remain the same one, so is it to be rewritten or altered.
The pitch was the newly perfectly laid raid new road as the elections of 96 were just over.
The curator(the boy himself) was happy of it. They always played opposite to old vacant house, whatelse but
to escape from the scolding of the houseowners. As far as all had known the house was vacant for
the last 6 months. The members arrived braving the heat and their parents.

The stumps
drawn on the wall and toss been won
the jubilient boy allowed himself to bat. It was a like a platter for him to bat as the
worst bowler bowled the ball and the basman gave a wild swing at the first ball and it
landed where else but the house in front of him. He jumped the small wall that beleaguered the house
and resumed his search for the ball. As he lost the patience he ordered for reinforcemnet
to aid him in his search. As the friend was about to jump for the search, there was a some hustle
and some faint noise , which took itself a form of a canine. The whit pomeranian(dog), now started its
its loud bark was for sure after the boy. The fluids of his nose released, hanging the boy
started yelling " help" "help". Three rounds were complete and finally when the
canine was about to achieve its objective, the dog's owner rescued the boy(the dog).
Then he knew that the house had been occupied and they had ceaser the dog.The boy was none
other than me. Ceaser could ve easily rewritten the history book, by taking revenge for
the centuries of pent up anger. I felt like yelling at caeser " I am not brutus, et tu ceaser"