Pattu's Sixer

Welcome to Spin a story.This time I have a little tale for all you cricket frenzy out there.This again appeared as a comic strip but here I have the original version for you all to enjoy.Come and join the protagonist Pattu and see what happens to his sixer ultimately.

Pattu was crazy of one game and that was Cricket. And whenever he lifted his bat it always went for a sixer.No singles, no boundries and always a sixer.But unlike Sachin’s sixers, Pattu’s sixers came with a cost— the glass panes of the neighbouring windows ???

Whenever he hit a sixer, it would straight away smash some window or the other.The Aunties and Uncles then came running out and usually ended up bashing the entire team playing in their gully.

“Dare you boys play here again.” They warned but eventually when they got to realize that it was always Pattu’s sixer that created the havoc, they went with a huge complaint list to his Mother.

That day onwards, Pattu was banned from playing Cricket and that dejected him a lot.
“I promise, I won’t hit sixers any more ” he pleaded but his friends didn’t pay heed.

“You always promise and then put everyone of us in trouble” they concluded.”You just sit there and watch or better still pick the ball at the boundary line.”





Pattu decided to field rather than sit and watch aimlessly.But once into the game his hand began itching for the coveted bat.
“Can I face just one ball?” he pleaded his best friend at the bowling end.

“Okay,”his friend took some pity.”But this time you hit a sixer and you are out of our team for-ever and ever.”

Pattu grabbed the bat and faced the googly.But how much ever he tried to keep his pace low, his wrists automatically twisted upwards and BANG! flew the sixer!

The boys closed their eyes and so did Pattu wondering which Auntie would come out flying ,with her broom-stick.

But to their utter surprise, instead of any Auntie or Uncle, they saw a thief with a gunny bag come charging at them with a huge grunt.He seemed so ferocious that the boys were startled and became still with fright.

But the next minute he went woobly on his knees, began seeing stars all around and fell flat to the ground, senseless.There was a purple bump on his fore-head where the ball had knocked him down.



Pattu’s sixer had atlast found it’s right mark.

When the neighbourhood got to know, they were all praises for Pattu.The numerous complaints were forgotten for the time being and all they talked about was Pattu’s Smashing Sixers.

Was it a reward well payed or played? Comment on this with your Howzaatt!!!

And till then keep smashing!!!!