Vir has learnt to hit the ball with a plastic bat that I got him (that he can't use anymore after he threw it off the balcony into the locked house below ours). It's such a funny sight...he holds the bat with both hands as correctly as he can, just like nana taught him, and sways and swings it in every direction till he hits the large ball sitting in front of him. As soon as he manages to touch the ball with the bat, he dramatically flings the bat away, looks up in glee and claps loudly for himself. Of course, all spectators have to follow suit.
If he grows up to be a big cricketer, I'll really enjoy telling him this story! And if he's terrible at cricket, we'll know it was because he had a hard time holding on to the bat.