Thank you Bhajji

Time for some quick confessions. Conscience cleansing, if you know what I mean.

Well, Doosra admits it has not been at its genial best when dealing with the Oz cricketers.

To its biased eyes, an Oz cricketer was complete only with protrusion on either side of the head and preferably a caudal appendage neatly tucked in their rear.

People talked about halo around their head but all Doosra saw was horn.

Let's face the truth, it derived immense satisfaction from bashing Oz cricketers, any will do. The only thing that gave marginally little more joy is bashing Lalit Modi.

That, however, is hardly the big deal since it's a cottage industry in the west where people of late are demanding a probe against the IPL ringmaster's possible collaboration with Conrad Murray in Michael Jackson's death inquiry.

Doosra's consistent approach towards the Oz players notwithstanding, it never occurred in the wildest of nightmares that some of them, done and dusted with their career and looking for some activity, would secretly meet in a dingy Brisbane hall to guzzle gallons of beer before arriving at the unanimous conclusion that Doosra is a threat to the society.

One of them, Ashley Mallett, went on to the extent of calling Doosra illegal!

Well, that gives you a fair idea of the cloud of crisis hovering over Doosra.

Shane Warne was part of the sly summit too but he apparently kept puffing his B&H and texting from his prolific cellphone, occasionally surfacing to nod his head in affirmation.

Doosra found itself completely alone in its hour of crisis, not a single voice of solidarity in the earshot.

That is till the messiah surfaced in Jalandhar, springing to the defence of the beleaguered.

Thank you Bhajji.