Read the following passages carefully and answer the questions that follow. I played cricket during my college days. My father always wanted me to be a chess player. He discouraged me from cricket saying, "eleven players play and 11000 people watch and waste their precious time." I still remember how I sneaked out of the house during the 1983 world cup to watch India play and win and was punished by him the next day. Presently I am working as a sales manager. A couple of years ago, Dad had called me up to ask me about the movie Iqbal. "Sitaram why don't you take your son to the movie and motivate him," he said. I replied that my son was interested in chess like his grandfather. "But he should know about other games too!" he retorted, I was dumbfounded. Today, when my sister called, she believed she had spotted Dad on television, cheering the Indian team. I decided to call and find out from mother. It was news for her. "Is it? He said he was going to Anna's house to watch the match. I slept and don't remember," she said. Anna was his friend and neighbour. Immediately I dialed his number and enquired. He spoke enthusiastically and said that these days your father has developed a fascination for cricket. So, we both went to the stadium to watch. It's the companionship that makes the difference. Those days he neither had the time nor a friend. The annoyance that had accumulated inside me in the past years moved out like passing clouds. My eyes started to shed tears. Twenty-eight years was too long a period to hold my anger. We all decided to watch the match together and finally when the D-Day arrived we cheered team India and hugged when India won. Both of us apologised to each other, Dad for punishing me during 1983 and myself for the teenage ego that had become an obstacle. His father could not enjoy cricket those days due to lack of