The ball-game

Ha ha ha this title is sure to kindle the intelligence of my alliances' intelligence-I thought.Ha ha ha this title is boring I knew.It was the morning 8.30 AM IST undisclosed location(not worth being disclosed),i and my group were playing a fantastic ball game called volley-ball.usually this is between a close-knitted circle but today god knows why drunks(iI know you will understand) also came to play it.It is difficult to play in proper consiousness and how can a person will highly unstable mental and physical control can play it.Yes,volley-ball is a tough game.Apart from them,a whole lot exhibited their talent but with little success.Boss only if you play properly you can impress and continue to play, why pa ?Well anyway I gotta accept some were really good,improper yet quite stable.The play soon started and every one started to bash the ball around unaware of the fact that they are seriously playing.A slender push and an elegant touch was enough to keep the ball in air,yet they failed to understand it,they kept on smashing.The sweat of the good ones went in vain and the experience they had kept in their lockers were wasted.They were so upset.The rigour of each and their swift actions of all kept the game still running.The serene flow of the game of volley-ball(please don't think i have deviated) was invariably disrupted by the third yet our own revered sir.Most of us soon were sure that we had enough fun for the day and before we were forcibly stopped from playing ,we ourselves stopped
the play.I hope we had no regrets.I knew we had no more to ask.