West Indians.

There is something special about these people. They are naturals and uninhibited. Whether it is dance , music, sport, one can see the exuberance and when they win there is spontaneous joy that erupts on their faces and impromptu dances will be performed.

Yesterday, Darren Sammy and his men won the semifinals of the twenty twenty cricket against the much fancied Australians.This win brought back memories of the sixties when the Calypso Islands were the kings of cricket. Then the team was led by the legendary Sir Frank Worrel and had Clyde Walcott, Everton Weeks [the famous 3Ws]. If I remember right it also had Sir Garry Sobers in the team.

The present team too has big talent yet to be proved on field and they proved it yesterday in style. Chris Gayle with his black head scarf with a back drop, enormous height and the inscrutable face which only on rare occasion breaks into a smile and characteristic dance, reminds me of  some medieval King.

Even the West Indian spectators are a pleasure to watch. They are more or less the same as the players. I am glad this rather dull game of cricket has the west Indians playing. They add the much needed spice to the game