The Game That Never Left Me
Some journeys don't end when the final school bell rings.
Cricket has been that journey for me.
People often assume that our love for a sport fades as we grow older, as responsibilities change, as life expands into new directions. But for me, cricket remained a constant - a thread that quietly held together the boy I was, and the man I would become.
Daly College planted the seed, but life after Daly watered it.
I didn't stop playing when school ended.
If anything, I began playing even more.
The Heart of a Fan, The Discipline of a Player
Even today, I remain a hardcore cricket follower - the kind who watches not just the final overs but the subtleties, the rhythm, the mistakes, the comebacks. The kind who still learns.
Cricket stopped being just a memory long ago.
It became a companion.
The way some people meditate, I watch cricket.
It brings me clarity, calm, and at times, fire.
And somewhere between the noise of stadiums and the quiet of life's lessons, I realised something profound:
I never left the game the game stayed with me.
Playing for Four Franchises - The Spirit Still Burns
Over the years, I've worn the jersey of four different franchise cricket teams each at a different time, each with a different story, each reminding me that my journey with the sport didn't end with school.
Every franchise brought back the familiar rush I first felt on the fields of Daly College. The thrill of competition. The rhythm of the game. The quiet understanding between teammates who chase the same goal.
These matches have a strange way of pulling the boy inside me back onto the field the boy who never played for applause, only for the love of cricket.
Even now, whenever I step onto a pitch whether it's a tense franchise game or a casual match with friends the same focus returns, the same brotherhood comes alive, and the same passion leads the way.
Leadership isn't something I try to perform; it simply follows me onto the field.
Not through speeches but through presence.
Still Connected to Daly College Where Everything Began
Some institutions don't just educate you they shape you.
Daly College is that for me.
Even today, I remain deeply connected with my school - its cricket, its culture, its teams, its people. The bond never faded. If anything, it grew stronger with time. Sometimes I find myself back on its grounds, watching the juniors play, remembering where it all began.
It feels like revisiting the source of a river you now know the power of.
A New Generation, A Familiar Field
One of the greatest joys of my life today is playing cricket with my children.
At the turf, under bright floodlights, I see glimpses of my younger self in their laughter, their enthusiasm, their stance, their attempts. We play, we joke, we compete, and somewhere in those moments, time folds.
The boy who once held a bat too big for his hands
now watches his children hold theirs.
And the circle feels complete.
Cricket became a legacy I never planned it simply flowed from my life into theirs.
Beyond Cricket - The Athlete Within
Though cricket has been the heart of my sporting life, it's far from the only game I've played.
In college in Australia, I also played soccer, embracing the speed, the strategy, and the sheer physicality of the sport. There's a picture from those days me in the middle of a match, lost in the intensity of play. Soccer taught me agility, teamwork, and the importance of adapting quickly lessons that blended beautifully with everything cricket had already instilled in me.
Sports have always been more than competition for me.
They've been a language.
A way to express myself without needing words.
What the Game Means to Me Now
People grow older, but passions do not.
They evolve, deepen, mature but they never truly fade.
Today, cricket is my reminder of who I have been and who I continue to be-
A learner. A competitor. A team man.
A father who shares the game with his children.
A student of the sport long after school ended.
A believer that discipline and joy can exist together.
Cricket taught me resilience in moments of doubt, humility in moments of victory, and purpose in moments of silence.
It taught me to stand steady, to think clearly, to trust myself and yet, to always remain a part of something bigger than me.
And so yes, the journey continues.
Not in stadiums filled with noise, but in the quiet consistency of showing up again and again with the same love I carried as a child
