The legend of..... (no prizes for guessing)

Fresh from a meal of Cerelac and armed with new diapers and bib he stepped out looking all dapper in his new pram. It was a hot Chennai afternoon and he was kept protected in the comforts of his new sunroof equipped pram. As his mom towed him down the narrow street he kept looking out at the Chidambaram Stadium wondering what would be going on today beyond the huge walls encircling the cricket pitch. He nursed a dream to play someday for the team blue emulating the one day feats of Kapil dev and their now toast of the country world cup victory. While traffic was generally busy that day he kinda felt safe on the one way sidewalk that he had graced for almost 3 years now. While he was lost in his grand plans for the day his mom also had apparently other things (like his overactive bladder and the shooting costs of diapers) to keep her occupied. I guess none of them managed to notice the other pram coming in from the other side ignoring the one way only sign. His mom tried to avoid ramming into the oncoming pram but the other pram shook violently from side to side with the jerky and hyperactive actions of its lone passenger. The crash was heart wrenching causing extensive wrist elbow and shoulder injuries to both passengers of prams. He was told that he would never be able to play for team India unless the ICC made a mockery of the bowling rules 22 years henceforth. His dreams shattered and washed away by this cruel twist of fate, he started concentrating on his studies while also practicing knife throwing for circuses as a side job. While his studies flourished he also earned a name for his throwing abilities and his precision for being able to throw anything on a spot with an inch of precision. He managed to make it through his undergraduate years at college with flying colors and came away to a foreign distant land to pursue ambitions of a higher education. But he wasn’t to know that he would be able to pursue his ambition of playing his favorite game after so many years, away form the prying eyes of ICC bending his arm to even 16 degrees (what the hell he could even bend it to 116 if he wanted). And so began his legend of being an expert bowler at PCG for his uncanny ability to throw on a spot and he began enjoying happy days in his life after being scarred from that accident. Unfortunately in a final twist of fate he met his nemesis initialed R.S., the guy who had rammed his pram thus destroying his ambitions of playing for team India, on the same PCG grounds. Wats worse the other guy seemed to have gained instant fame and recognition at PCG. While the final result of this showdown is still awaited I shall keep you guys posted on this one. Watch this space for details.