I was going through Alan Donald's articles about the Intimidating bowlers and then found a piece on Ambrose (scaling 6ft 10 inches). I do remember his bowling, but back then, i never bothered about the discipline of a bowler. Coming back to the article, Donald was mentioning about one of Ambrose's spells in Trinidad against Australia in 1995.During his spell, he bowled one good delivery which Steve Waugh couldn't handle. (Though David Shepherd counted it as a bounder, it didn't seem like one) Thus frustrated Steve got down to altercation and Ambrose was visibly angry with the words that were chosen by Steve Waugh. The next deliveries from Ambrose were ferocious and in Donald's words: "Steve Waugh got punished every where: in the ribs , the arms .." The line and length of the deliveries were impeccable and a treat to watch. BUT steve waugh remained not out and he averaged 100 in that series. Sparing his altercation, he had shown some character while batting.
I let my mind wander wherever it wants — into places judged right or wrong, meaningful or meaningless. Rules have never bound me; it’s not that I reject them, I simply lack the energy or will to follow them. Laziness, perhaps, but also a quiet indifference. Whether it’s daily rituals like pooja or even personal hygiene, I never gave them much importance. Pain or discomfort I endure until it becomes unbearable, only then do I seek help. I accept such things as karma rather than reshaping my lifestyle. I am reckless with myself, not out of rebellion but out of carelessness. I’ve never found a compelling reason to change. When I see organized, disciplined people, I feel happiness for them and a deep respect. Yet I never feel inspired to follow their path. I simply don’t care enough. Maybe some hidden trauma shaped this indifference, dulling my sense of urgency toward life. Or maybe this is just who I am — a wanderer of mind and habit, respecting order but never seeking to own it. But...
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