"Harbhajan Singh, out-of-team and barred-from-home, sleeps in his Hummer"

It was when the Faking News could not trace Bhajji and the black giant in his Jalandhar house that we smelt some rat in the situation. Harbhajan has been missing in action lately and Faking News had gone to find if the guy is hitting the field ferociously to make a glittery comeback.

When we were not allowed in the house there was a gang of marble-players who informed us that Bhajji's parents didn't allow him in the house ever since he has been dropped from the national team. "There was a brawl," said an excited urchin, who confessed he would not copy Bhaji's bowling action for his daily play-offs beside the city pond, " and his mother, in the company of his visiting sister and brother-in-law, asked Bhajji to leave the house and not to return until he gets back his form."

Bhajji, playing mischief as usual, arranged for the keys of the Hummer through the pilfering aid of house-maid Pav (form the old friendship: 'Pav-Bhajji') and went off straight to PCA stadia, Mohali to begin practicing relentlessly. While entering into the territory of Chandigarh, unfortunately, the same policeman who had earlier gave the ticket to Bhajji for the disarrayed number-plate, accosted him. But Bhajji was broken enough and pleaded "Na Bai ji, leave me this time. Please. I don't have the means to play the challan. Please Bai ji, Rabb will do some 'bhala' for you" It is yet to be seen, what 'bhala' would Rabb bestow to the benevolent policeman, who in the wistful eyes of otherwise arrogant Bhajji, found his own struggle of burdensome metricualtion days.

Bhajji practices a lot and at the end of the day, with no money to afford the costly Taj Hotel, prefers the laid-backness of his spacial Hummer seats. It is purported that he receives just one call from Geeta Basra, who has tried to send him some money via Western Union but Bhajji is decisive in his stand. Last night, the gatekeeper at PCA heard him saying "I will fine Geeta. I have an account at PCA and needs no more nothing but the food to survive. Let me repent, my love. Once I appeal to that shoddy Selection Committee and am back in the team, we would declare the date of marriage. Night! "

Geeta, the responsible lover, tried to contact her mother-in-law-to be but could not set the connection through. Meanwhile, the effort of the sprighty Sardar continues and is soon to show some results. The next time that southpaw comes to practice here, I will get his a** on the first delivery. You will see!" averred Bhajji, revolving the ball over his gruffy finger tips. Though we tried to push him to make the name of southpaw explicit which he denied in his sneers but it was a no-brainer to note that he was alluding to Yuvraj Singh.