ICT One Shot Collection

Really, Really - Rohit Bhaiya & His 4 Kids

Ind vs Eng | 5th Test | Day-3

"What the hell were you guys up to on the field today?" Rohit began their post-win meeting in the nicest manner he could think of. And as no one responded, he continued, "One day. Just one day I'm not on the field, and you guys started chirping so much." He looked at Dhruv, Sarfaraz, Shubman, and Yashasvi, who were huddled in the corner of their room.

"Look, Rohit Bhaiya,"

"No. Jasprit, you are not going to start defending them now." It was Rahul Dravid. "This game is supposed to be a nice one; you guys were winning it anyway; there was no need for any sledging around. Really wasn't required."

"But it wasn't even their fault. Bairstow was the one who began the spat with Shub, and even that was about Anderson."

"Probably couldn't save his own ass." Yashasvi remarked. Though he had nothing to do with the incident, everyone knew where his 'allegiance' lied.

"Langauge, Yashasvi." Dravid warned him.

"Bhaiya, woh bohot uchal raha tha. Humne toh kuch nahi kiya." (Bhaiya, he was jumping around a lot. We did absolutely nothing.) Sarfaraz protested.

"Haan, Sarfu, but you are still supposed to remain calm." said Dravid, still on the 'stay calm' agenda, though he knew that the kids these days weren't ones to listen.

"Dravid Bhaiya, it really wasn't their fault. Anderson started it while we were batting. You haven't seen how he was sledging Shub?" Jasprit continued his defence.

"Jassi, what have these kids done to you?" Rohit sighed. "Since when did you start defending them?"

"I'm not defending them; I'm just stating facts." Bumrah said, defensively.

"You can't say such things to experienced players."

"Experienced," Rohit snorted.

"Rohit-"

"Alright, sorry, Bhaiya. Par ye log gaali waali bhi nahi diye na." (But these people didn't even curse.) Rohit now took the reins and started defending them.

"Yeah, and that Johnny boy ended the argument by saying 'full stop', pretty childish if you ask me." Shubman commented.

"No one's asking you, Shub. You literally asked him 'so what?', how was that not childish?" Yashasvi teased Shubman.

"Call it childish when I sing 'Johnny Johnny, yes papa.' to him." Shubman said in a sing-song voice.

"Johnny Johnny? Yes Papa. Making runs? No papa." Yashasvi finished what Shubman began.

That led to everyone in the room bursting out laughing.

"Nice one, Yash!" Shubman high-fived him.

"You guys have become incorrigible." Rohit sighed.

"It was just some childish argument, Bhaiya. Don't bother about it." Dhruv assured him.

"Yeah, but someone asked them to shut up and commented on his game." Rohit gave Sarfaraz a side eye.

"In Hindi. I'm pretty sure he didn't get a word of it. And moreover, whatever he said is actually true." Dhruv supported Sarfaraz because, how could he not? The boy was just very teddy-bear-like. Yeah, he could get really chirpy, but he's still someone who jumps over people and hugs them when he's excited.

"Dhruv, I thought you were the sane one." Rohit said, though he knew that he was very far from being the 'sane guy'. A key feature of the Indian dressing room is that none of them are sane, though each one believes to be.