The 7:00 AM alarm shrieked into my ears. A handful of 1 minute snoozes later (exactly 30 of them later), I drag myself around the house like a zombie, trying desperately to get to the bus stop on time. Somehow, putting on an ensemble of body-drapers (some people like to call them clothes), I reach the stop, eyes still half closed. The watch says its 8:50. The driver’s late again. I make a mental note to report it today definitely. But then I feel its a bit too quiet. I take another look and it dawns on me. I’m the only one standing in the middle of a place which has everything a big city has, except, THE PEOPLE. The scene looks straight out of that Resident Evil movie.

Just as I was looking around for any signs of Milia Jovovich, there is a blazing flash. Was it a nuclear bomb? No, I’m still alive but looking into my eyes, is a guy out of nothing less than Star wars (Just my lucky day, phew, all the costume drama has to be played out with me only). The mystery man speaketh “I’ve come from the future. You’ve got to travel back in time and save the earth. No time for questions, you’ll understand everything when u reach”.

“Swanky dude from the future – check, cryptic message – check, Free ride -check, Super Hero Status awaiting me – check”, I do the math and I had been delaying a vacation for a long time anyways, so I take him up on the offer (Maybe he’d also throw in the cool glasses that he was wearing, just for the effect).

Poof and suddenly, the space around me fills with loud noises. I look around and find its a cricket stadium. I feel confused. Watch says January 6, 2008. Still Confused. january 6, 2008. January 6, 2008. JANUARY 6, 2008. And in a zen-like fashion, its all clear to me. I run onto the pitch, and tackle a certain Indian player down to ground so badly that he has to be taken to the hospital. I get arrested by the police. But I’m happy and content even though the world will never know that I saved it. I saved it from the wrath of the monkeys who wiped us out, infuriated that Bhajji compared them to Symonds.

(Disclaimer: I take no responsibility of any mental-disorder, hair loss or related symptoms that might occur as a result of reading this. And I sincerely hope that none of you will take an oath to hunt me down till the end of eternity :))