In the fading light, as the Irish pegged the last nails into
Having watched the game was itself bad enough. Convening the meeting at this unearthly hour had really ticked off the president. That Donald Brahmin was getting a little too big for his shoes. Something had to be done. He was totally okay with the betting part of it that don had initiated and controlled. His own bank accounts in the
There was an air of icy chillness in the room. A couple of mullahs too had decided to join in to decide the fate of the national cricket team. The selection committee chairman himself sat at the end of the table, cowering in fright. The mullah from
I want Shaheed Afreez as captain. Look at what happens when you have aloos leading the team. He thundered!
Blooded into the national team at the tender age of 17, (although he looked ridiculously older than that) Afreez was the golden boy of
The prez nodded. That wasn’t really why the meeting was called. Sooner or later, he would have to make a decision on that. But right now, there were more important thing to take care of. He had not time for the ranting of an old fool. The only reason he entertained him, was in the hope that he would one day reveal where that fellow O-Sami was hiding. O-Sami had made life hell for the prez. Life after that was a delicate puppet act pleasing mad mullahs, the media and George’s bush. Anyways, he now looked towards the don. He held the key. Up until now, he was sitting there, chewing rajnigandha with a bored expression on his face, without a care for the rest of the assembly. The president’s relationship with the don, had been a rocky marriage at best. Even when they had interacted during the planning of the 93’
How much does he know?
From what I could gather-EVERYTHING. I got his cell phone bugged. He’s planning to write a book after he gets off from the job.
Having said that the don got back to chewing, maintaining the same dull expression he always wore. Across the table, Benzene Bonito wondered why he was wearing those outrageously large and out of fashion Ray-Ban's at five in the morning, that too indoors. The decision was made right then. The coach had to go. There was no other option. Threats would be issued to all the players and their families. They better shut their mouths. It was ironic that, the coach was chosen for that very reason. Having worked with the late and disgraced South African captain, Fansie Oraange’, it was widely believed that he was a insider to the whole betting issue. It turned out to be a major intelligence mishap. Some one had to be blamed. The Prez’s cold gaze shifted to the end of the table, where the intelligence chief sat cowering in fright. He knew his fate surely as the silver bullet nestling in the Prez’s Smith and Wesson.
Sighing, the prez picked up the pink hotline phone to give his orders….