A man sitting in the porch of his penthouse on the sands of the beach, reads the newspaper and smirks at the sports page flashing his thoughtful semblance. And finally musters to laugh it out that the nightmare is over. but his inner conscious knows that it is still haunting him. Suddenly lost in reverie... goes back 2-3 years from now, he sees himself staring in front of the president of the cricket council board, sweating out with perplexity and tired with the tirade and denigeration thrown at him. Finally with all difficulty he musters and says. "Well" with a heavy heart he said " I will accept it with only ONE condition" you need to promise me to give me new leash of life!, including of my family.

The sound of the gushing waves, awakening him suddenly... It seems as though it was yesterday that he had made that decision. He was'nt sure how on earth he came up with that decision to loose one's identity jus' like that. But in other words it was worth it, free from all the commotion and banter about him.
Interrupted by his kid's noise he went inside, remembering the vague scenes of his, final minutes of his old identity, family alighting at an rickety runway among the mountains sometime after boarding at Pretoria. Just before the staged plane crash was supposed to happen!


Hansie Cronje... a cricketer... a gambler... who is he? or rather where is he?

p.s: republished from my other blogspot