~Yes Captain~

~Lafzon ka yeh rishta nhi~

Complaining about random things as usual.

Washy acting as a translator between Miyaan, Navi and Nattu narrating some thrilling story which made the other boys giggle after every few minutes. Their laughter was contagious and so were their words.

"Areey ab utni hi English aati thi toh kya karu mein?"Nav was literally laughing while saying so lightly punching Washy on the shoulder as the boys continued teasing and speaking about some moment, which Umesh and Shami missed.

But the laughs, the teasing reminded them of their own tales. English!!! ugh...the terror that language held over their consciousness. How can a language terrify people? Well, ask them, they would tell in detail what kind of terror it held over them. Presentation ceremonies...ugh...they dreaded that place and they dreaded speaking their with broken words, making an absolute fools out of themselves.

Yes! They didn't know that language, they never got the chance to learn it. Their backgrounds not allowing them to held any kind of mastery over that language. It was humiliating speaking to the anchors, trying to search words in their mind trying to convey what they wanted to say. It was embarrassing. It pinched their hearts having been put at the end of many jokes. It hurt yet they couldn't do anything.

They couldn't tell anyone that all these things sometime pinched their hearts.

It hurt them.

And yet, they were absolutely helpless to do anything about it.

The teasing words from their own team irked them sometimes but they couldn't retort. After all, they were right and they had actually spelled something wrong or pronounced something wrong. They could just smile that sad smile when you've got nothing under your control. It was an odd feeling, a sad feeling.

An incident from last year, fresh, in Shami's mind. It was in NZ, he was the man of the match and even he knew how bad his English was coming off, standing there, he was just waiting for the things to wrap up quickly. It was embarrassing. He was searching things in his mind frantically with Virat standing beside him like an ice monk, calm, composed and not at all laughing. It was kinda surprise for Shami, he himself knew how bad his english sounded but Virat was still not laughing. It was kinda surprising for Shami for Virat always was the first to crack up on everything. He just couldn't control his laughter.

The commentator's laughing dig of "Tumhari English bohot acchi!" pinched. Even though Shami was really very self-aware of his English standards. He just laughed it off along with Virat who was patting his back in a reassuring manner. His eyes screaming "You alright, buddy!"

Shami just nodded at that time. After, wrapping the post match ceremony when they were walking back towards the dressing room. Shami asked Virat the question irking him from long.

"Hassi kaise control ki?" Shami asked nonchalantly. He wouldn't have really minded if Virat laughed yeah it would have pinched his heart very badly but he would have understood.

Hearing, Shami's question Virat looked at him like he couldn't believe he was really asking this.

"Really Mi! Yeh kaisa behuda sawal hai? Mazzak krte hai mtlb kisi ko mazzak banane ka mauka de! Yeh toh rule hi bakwas hai! Change kyu ni krte isse? Hindi, Tamil, Bengali, Telugu commentary rakh li itna ni aaya ki interviewer bhi rkh le, Akal hi nhi logo mein, ulte fulte rules sochte rhte hai kaam ki cheeze sochi ni jati, khudk players ka hi morale down krne mein lage rhte hai, gadhe log!"

"Shant Bhai! Samajh aa gaya mujhe...puri duniya pagal hai tuhi samajhdar hai!" Shami laughed, feeling a lot better.

of course, how silly of him to think his brother's wasn't pissed at his embarrassment? How crazy to think that these immature guys who couldn't stay a day without teasing each other becomes so considerate suddenly? of course, as brother's they had all rights to make fun of him but it didn't mean they will let anyone else.

Shami couldn't help but smile watching Virat pout and Virat continued pouting some more exhaling sulkily.

"So, firse Ro k sath sleeping competition krna hai kya aaj?"

Shami couldn't help but roll his eyes. Yups, there comes his brother all right.

"Nhi! biryani banane ki soch rha hu" He replied shrugging as Virat's eyes literally sparkled from beside him.

"knsi wali"

"Knsi wali"

The guy literally hopped around following after him like a puppy.

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"Shami"" The yell from Jaddu disturbed the trance of Shami's thought and he looked at the guy questioningly.

"Salad" Jaddu said pointing towards the bowl in front of Shami and Shami passed it smiling sheepishly at Jaddu. God, he was so lost at the memories of the day.

"Kya soch rhe the bhai" Umesh couldn't help but whisper ask.

"kuch nhi bs Kartik ka sawal aur Cheeku!" Shami said smiling.

Both of them remembering quite well, how eagerly Virat had explained the changed rules to them. How excited he looked while telling them that they didn't need to give interview in English from now on! No need to feel embarrassed over not knowing a language.

They've seen the relief of all this on Navi, Miyaan, and even Nattu. The relaxation at not being thrown towards the vultures to fumble over words and look like complete fools. They were happy that the new kids won't have to face this sting of embarrassment and shame. They were really happy and proud for this change though they really didn't know what led to this change.

Umesh nodded knowing all about the train of Shami's thought after all, he had gone through the same harassment once too. Well, it kinda felt like harassment back then but now, they were kinda used to it.

"Sambhal lena!" Shami mumbled to Umesh looking at Siraj and Jassi bantering with Rahul over something Virat said once upon a time. It was actually beyond them how this kids remembered even the most silliest words spoken by Virat.

"Hmm..." Umesh hummed in agreement. He might not have been involved with cricket all his life. He might be just a rookie making it to the big world. He might just have raw space and a workhorse attitude keeping him going. He might not be economical with the ball. He might even not be much help with the strategies.

But he'll keep on boosting the morale.

He'll not let this kids over-burden themselves.

He'll keep on encouraging them.

He'll keep on supporting them.

And make sure, they don't give up.

After all, that's what he is doing all of his life- not giving up and for the rest of it all, they're a team. They're brothers. They're a family and they don't say it all just for saying it, they meant it. So, no matter what the dawn brings for them.

They'll keep on going. They'll keep on fighting. They won't give up.

For they're a team like that and their brother's expect just that for them.

Well, maybe along with checking on the team kids for like about a hundred times.

But then again there was no remedy for "mother henning" syndrome.

~the end~

Just something totally random.

ignore the title, really couldn't think of something better.