..may have many definitions, but one of them most certainly is watching the Indian cricket team clobber the Pakis, especially on their way to lift the world cup! What a contest, I’d say!!
I was so excited a day before the match i just couldn’t sleep well, and then ever since the morning of the match day, it was all i could think of. Vishal Singh, Gorav, Pareek and me descended on Pakiya’s room at IBIS Hotel near the domestic airport with tons of beer, made some immediate ‘jugad’ to chill the umpteen cans (the wash basin was filled with crushed ice and water), and forgot ourselves right from the time the first ball was bowled. Umar Gul being hit by Sehwag for five fours in an over was like Chennai’s Murugan Idlis melting in your mouth; sand-fingered Pakis kept dropping Sachin all to our delight, and despite being disappointed in Kohli and Yuvraj we were quite convinced of a win by the time the Indian innings ended. By that time, we had also devoured half of the 32 cans of 500-ml Kingfisher draught!
Thereafter, it was thrill at its best. My throat is still hoarse from all the shouting i did, and eventually ended up crying when the last Paki wicket fell. Everybody is dancing, and suddenly they see me crying, so they stop dancing and start comforting me and telling me not to cry. It was hilarious!
It’s Lanka’s turn to get screwed now. I’m really looking forward to Saturday 🙂
dubelight 
Dube…i like the byline of this blog…”be true”….as much as i like the name of the blog…i’ve been following your blog since your first post and have savoured every one of it…in ‘back to grime’ i felt the sadness you felt…and in ‘hapiness’, the hapiness…i admire the way you live…like the things that you feel strongly about…relish the way you write about them.
thank you 🙂
the name was tigre’s idea.. you don’t actually expect me to be so creative, do you? and the “be true” has been ‘stolen’ from somebody else – Pallab, who introduced me to the world of beautiful cinema.. when i started writing this at the end of all my communication about 3 years back, and told him about it, he told me it didn’t matter because it was not his anyways.. said Gandhi had written it on a piece of paper and given it to a man on a train when the latter had asked him for something in writing!
keep coming back to give your ‘finer-than-gold’ comments.. i love them too!
Hoped to find something on last night’s win. Anyways, how was that?
i need to be more disciplined/regular in writing; i had actually so much to write about the finals, but i took so much time it wasn’t fresh any more, so dropped it altogether. I’m hoping to cultivate the habit of writing a) something every week, and b) writing about anything within 24 hours of it coming in my mind. I’m hopeful 🙂