Wednesday, April 2, 2008

cricket part 2

so.. all the three of us were running and got out of the sight of ticket checker..
next problem was, we were hungry... and it was still half an hour to the show.....

pavan : lets eat raa !!
niksi : lets go back there!! ( pavan and niksi were in a canteen an hour before)
pavan : gundu gadu.. its far away...
niksi : kya far away.. yahan se patthar fekte to us canteen pe girta.... ooooops.. i mean if we throw a stone from here it will drop on that canteen... (no hindi with pavan )
saidullu maama : no.. no ra.. lets eat panipoori...
niksi, pavan : okie

and frnds.. only if we call it pani poori... pathetic.. i ate one and was like.. am over..
we bought a mango.. infact three ripe mangoes... and pushed it into muh bag.. and ran back as the line inside the stadium was growing fast...

stood in the line.. but again thought... ufffffffffffffffffff... because.. they were searching guys like anything.. and all guthkas, cigarettes and stuff like dat went out in a crapbox...

we were seeing each others faces... there will lie the deadbody of our dear mango after a while... but geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... god was wid us.. seeing our poor faces... the good security uncle allowed the mango inside the stadium...

and wat a show it was... such a biiiiig crowd... gals dancing... flags of india and pakistan, loud music.... we also took flags and banners of 4's and 6's.. we divided the teams among us... they both chose kolkata tigers and i took lahore baadshahs...

but after sometime (after we finished the mangoes, and stopped seeing the dancing dolls ) all was boring.... i mean it was too loud for me... i particularly didn't like it because

1) it was all artificial
-> people with biiiiiiig flags of the two countries were not patriotic or fans... they were labourers paid by the organisers of the show... (so bad), same story with shouting drummers...
-> i could see wolves everywhere around me... hungry for gals.. the way they where passing rubbish comments and all that shit.....
-> i saw a small gal selling chikki (peanut sweet) inside the stadium so that she can earn enough for her family... (india is still poor, such small sweet gal is supposed to work)
2) i do not like crowds...
3) we were not able to enjoy the cricket.. i mean the players where so small from the place where we sat.. all looked same.. ball was hardly visible... no score board... and above all no replays.... kaun kaise out hua saala pata hi nahi chala.... and ya above all ground was looking all empty.. i mean it looks awesomely full of players on tv.. here it was nothing like that...

so somehow dragged ourselves till half of the match.. in between some small adventures.. like saidullu's search for toilets... pavan's search for a better place from which we can see * cricket * gals * scoreboard * television screen..... but having everything is not possible.. he came back to the original place after having a good round of the stadium....

after first innings we lost our patience to carry on... saidullu was still interested (saale me jaan baaki tha).... he decided to sit back.. pavan and myself decided the other way round.. went out.. caught the buses to our respective homes.. and slept over a tired day.....

conclusion was CRICKET IS FAR BETTER ON TELEVISION DEN IN A STADIUM FOR US...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice 1 ... - Arun Babu

satwika said...

DISCLAIMER::***the content of dis is dat muh niksi is a bit agoraphobic but on the whole hes a rockstar....a real swell he writes ..hez muh twin muh niksi[;)]muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh