Symo, Bhajji and Lee….. A Triangular Love Story??

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One more theory of reason of discontent between Andrew Symonds and Harbhajan singh and why it all started.

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The Inside Story

The following in an account of the disturbing events that transpired in the Sydney Test between India and Australia in the year 2008.

Harbhajan Singh had batted magnificently for his 40 odd runs but since Brett Lee had come on to bowl, he had been feeling a little distracted. Harbhajan had always harbored a secret romantic desire for Lee, and it was torturous to watch Lee's magnificent backside as Lee delivered ball after ball down the pitch with rocket speed. "Be cool, be cool", Harbhajan kept thinking, "this is not the time to be distracted. There will be time later". All his feelings seemed to be under control until Lee outdid even himself with one superlative delivery. He pushed hard against the ground, contorting every muscle in his hips, thighs and calves with the force of a boiling volcano, erupted high into the air like a geyser of lava, but yet landed in his delivery stride as light as a gazelle, the end result of which was a mesmerizing delivery that moved in with the arm and then swung away, leaving even Tendulkar in the dust. Watching Lee at work from such close quarters was too much for Harbhajan; he was overcome with feeling not unlike that which lovers might feel cycling through the cobblestone lanes of an ancient town in Tuscany. He let the feeling get the better of him, and almost involuntarily, he committed his single act of indiscretion: as Lee stood glaring down Tendulkar, Harbhajan walked up behind him, and patted Lee's backside with his bat. He would have used his hand, but at that moment that was most inconvenient, what with the gloves and the bat he was holding. Lee turned around and recognized instantly the look in Harbhajan's eye. He knew he had hit his target. Harbhajan was his. He smiled. Harbhajan returned the smile.

All this did not escape Andrew Symonds' attention though. Lee and he had been close for a while now, and although they both knew their differences would never allow them to have the closeness they both desired—Lee was a bit of a monkey, and Symonds had no patience with monkeys, for he was black and he associated all things monkey with racial abuse—Symonds had grown terribly fond of him much like how people start liking bad music more the more it plays on the radio. He could not bear the flirtatious look in Lee's eyes. But Lee was free to do what he wanted, after all he was a grown man, Symonds reasoned. But in love and war, reason usually flies outa-the-window, and this was both—love with Lee and war with India—reasoned Symonds further. Thus feeling convinced that he had the power of reason to back him up, Symonds decided to take Harbhajan on for the indecent act he had committed. He walked up to Harbhajan, and told him in an angry guttural growl that hitting Lee on the backside was not on. Now Harbhajan, my dear friends, did not take kindly to such manners of speaking. Harbhajan was incensed. He didn't think it was any of Symonds' business what he did with Lee. And you know when people get incensed they usually start speaking in their native tongues.

"To kahan marooon, tere maan ki picchwade?", bellowed Harbhajan, hot air venting from his nostrils. (Suffice it to say that that's an unkind reference to Symonds mother, and let's just leave it at that.)

Now Symonds, who didn't understand a bit of Hindi, thought Harbhajan was up to some monkey business. Not just that, he heard "maan ki" as 'monkey'. He racked his brains, and through some obtuse reasoning—the kind people typically use when they don't have a clear understanding of a situation—reached the conclusion that Harbhajan was calling him a monkey. Symonds was proud of his black heritage, and he would not take this affront lying down.

What happened next is consigned to the pages of history.