India: Cricket Alley

While semi communicating in India via e-mail with my brother, Tom, he asked me if I had experienced anything here resembling the movie “Slumdog Millionaire”.  He was referring to the culture, not the television show representing nothing about this culture.  I couldn’t quite respond to Tom with a “yes” even after spending 7 days here.  Ironically, the very next day, Britt and I experienced something similar, yet this experience seemed far more powerful…..since it was reality.

Sarcasm and cynicism is in my blood.  For Gannons, it is sometimes our nourishment.   Without it, we tend to be far too emotional….sort of the “if I weren’t laughing, I’d be crying” scenario.  This is a ridiculous statement because we are all wildly fortunate.  Positively reinforcing this notion is witnessing the living standards here in India.

Within my writing and former blogs, I have commonly amused myself and others as well as offended some by making fun of India’s culture.   My simple writing is meant to entertain.  This particular blog is not meant to degrade any form of human existence, and it has no comedic significance.  Rather, it is an eye opening and closing, heartfelt, perhaps life changing recognition of how wonderful life is, whether you have everything or whether you have nothing.

After 7 days in Bangalore, Britt and I took a flight to Chennai, India, located on the Bay of Bengal.  In Bangalore, recognized as the garden spot of India, when mentioning our next destination of Chennai, people of Bangalore would cringe and say “very hot and stay in hotel”.  Considered one of the hottest and more poverty stricken cities in India, we knew, quite certainly, it may be a tremendously long 5 days.   Needless to say, our adventurous excitement level went from 1 to none.  However, with regard to the first day in Chennai, our expectations, most definitely for me, elevated from a level of none to love.

Flying from Bangalore to Chennai was a meager 40 minutes.  Passing through customs, security and rude humans required an additional three hours of anger, balanced with 4 hours of patience.  Britt and I handled it all beautifully (this will be another blog) and we arrived safely in Chennai.   My wife, Britt, seems to fear nothing when traveling abroad.  Therefore, I fear only some things: her life and mine.

Traveling an hour in a cab, suffering from pinching hot conditions, Britt located our hotel before the cab driver.  Always making me chuckle, my wife is capable of locating geological areas in a foreign country after being there for an hour before taxi drivers, living here for a thousand years, are able to do it in a thousand years.  I refer to it as her BPS. ( Brittney Positioning System )

As everyone knows, after traveling for 5 minutes or 5 days, it’s always a relief to check into the destination’s hotel.  Ours’ was no exception. It is fabulous, save for a few minor details:  North of the hotel is a slum.  West of the hotel is a slum.  South of the hotel is a slum.  And, East of the hotel, also a slum.  This became my paradise one sweltering evening.

Soon after checking into our hotel, I went to the window and, peering out of our third story room, I witnessed two scenes which most of us could only describe from a movie.  Changing my idiotic and offensive perspective on life as we think we know yet don’t know it, I removed the joking and the seemingly witty quips replacing them with silence.  For almost an hour, my observations occurring on this dirt ridden path enveloped me with interest and desired inclusion.

A boy, maybe 8 or 9, along with his sister, probably 6 or 7 were attempting to ride a bicycle for the first time without a father figure or brother to assist.  Britt looked at me and told me with her eyes I was not to interfere with what happens in this area, as told by security.

Six or Seven boys were participating in a Cricket game on the same dirt alley.  Rather than speaking to my wife with pleading eyes, I told her of the backyard wiffleball games Tom, Greg, Aaron, I and whomever wished to play in the neighborhood would participate in countless days when there wasn’t snow on the ground. This cricket scene reminded me of those fabulous days.  Britt still suggested, upon orders of  hotel monarchy, I should remain in the room.  Just then, I saw the young boy trying to ride a bike for the first time take a spill.  He was wearing pink pajamas, and his sister was laughing at him.  It was then when I told Britt, I was going to teach a boy how to ride a bike and show these cricket clowns how to throw a ball and swing a broken fence post.  (They don’t have the money to buy a bat or a real ball)

Getting past security was easy.  They simply said, “You’re on your own”.  Gaining the trust of the children was a little more difficult.  I requested they let me play, and they accepted, trying to hide their smiles.  The children gave me the wooden fence post and chuckled, knowing a cracker like me would embarrass myself.  I did not disappoint.  The India version of “chuck a ball at me” even a juiced up Barry Bonds couldn’t have hit.  I missed it by about five feet.  They laughed hysterically at my insufficiency with the fence post.  Keep in mind, I have only hit a ball zero times when it is supposed to skip off the ground before you take a hack at it.  This is cricket.  Requesting one more chance at making contact with the ball, the children relished the chance of, yet again, demoralizing this paleface from Spokane, Washington.  I hit the next pitch into outer space, or in their terms, beyond where we could retrieve it.  They cheered more for my success than they did for my failure.  That’s when I fell in love with them.

I decided not to try my luck any further with the lumber, but I played catch with them, pitched to them, and we communicated not with words but, rather, high fives, fist pumps, smiles and laughter.   After close to 15 years of teaching, that one hour of sweat, smiles and laughter ranks amongst the top.

Britt could see me playing with them, but she was a bit concerned with my safety.   I returned to the room to receive a lecture from Britt (she never gives me lectures) Instead, the first words out of her mouth were, “I love you”.  That’s when I knew I could convince her to meet these children and take this picture.   The only deal was that she wants to adopt the smiling cute child with the blue and white striped shirt in the front of the picture.  He was hilarious.

Some of the elderly ladies witnessed the fun we were having and wanted to show us their grandchildren.  They were all extremely sweet and adored Brittney’s blond hair.  It’s funny, we learn universal languages and some of the words are tainted with hatred.   All of us in this “slum” didn’t speak one word the other would know.  Yet, there was no poor sportsmanship of any kind.  They were simply pleased to play a game and return to their homes for a humble dinner.

Initially, amongst the laughter, concrete, dirt and fun, watching the children crawl through windows, 8 or 9 at a time, my heart sank.  The only time I have to crawl through a window is if I lock myself out of my own house.  Following this experience, my heart rejoiced hearing the boys and girls laugh while hopping through the windows of those dilapidated shelters waving Britt and me goodbye.

There’s nothing better than seeing a smile on a child’s face or hearing laughter from their belly.  Perhaps, they do have more than us.

I never taught the boy and his sister how to ride a bicycle.  However, they remained cheerleaders on the side dirt.  Speaking of teaching, I learned far more from all of them than they could possibly learn from me.

43 thoughts on “India: Cricket Alley

  1. What a beautiful story. You put a smile on my face and a tear in my eye… Rod would be very proud of you Ben and probably a little invious that he couldn’t be there in cricket alley with you… or then again, maybe he was.

  2. I wish everyone on this planet could read this story. While written beautifully, the raw heart felt emotion that came through in your experience hit me in the face like a sledge hammer. Who would have thought that one could be in one of the poorest spots on this planet and be amoungst its poorest souls yet have the richest and most fulfilling experience of their lifetime. I am proud of you brother. Thank you for sharing that wonderful story. I felt as if I was right there with you. Wish I could have been. God Speed to you and Britt. Brother T.

    • This one made me cry. I love picturing you playing with those chldren. I’m not surprised that you couldn’t resist them. You are all heart, Ben, which is why everyone loves you. What a great experience and beautifully written. Thanks for your nice e mail and I wish we had all been there with you . I love the picture.

  3. This is by far your best yet…Wasn’t it Jesus who said, Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God? You just did. I seriously loved this!

  4. Thank you Ben for sharing this most inspiring and heart warming piece. This is not to say that all the other things you have written haven’t been interesting and/or funny, but this just brought a huge smile to my face. You are a good man with a kind heart and I am glad to say you are my friend!

  5. And that, my friends, simply put, is Ben Gannon. As a great deal of us know, the compassion, love, and most importantly laughter shines through here. We all have experienced Ben’s infectious laughter and genuine love. I guess the same applies around the world with every walk of people and circumstance. Way to go my friend. I am going to read this to my students. We could not be prouder of you! Russ

  6. Hi Ben,
    What a great story and thanks for sharing! You brought a smile to our faces and it is reasons and stories like yours that make us excited to travel the world! We have met a lot of people around the country/world (we have even encountered ourselves) through travel and found this is the only way to become truly rich in life by traveling and meeting others….~Cheers & Safe Travels~

    “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime”. ~Mark Twain

  7. Wow Ben!! That was such a heartfelt story, I’m truly in tears. It felt like I was literally in the streets of Bangledore wanting to hug/play & ride bikes with those grateful children. I’ve always felt more Americans need to travel abroad (instead of Hawaii or Vegas) to appreciate the many luxuries(like even a Big Gulp or a Corndoggie) most of us take so much for granted.
    Glenn just told me to read some of your current storys and WOW, LOVE THEM!! Someday we will travel to India and will always remember your Cricket Alley story.
    Love ya lots Ben, God Bless u sweet Bro
    PS The Crisco story/Big Gulp & State Fair storys I was crying with delight. TeeHee

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