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...

cricket part 1

one cool evening in idrbt i was sitting doing nothing and brain (!) storming about wat i will do after going home.... my options were

1) sit in the library waiting for.. he he (but my luck here is not so good.. kabhi kabhar chal jaata)

2) play sparkle.... (not good.. pura din wahi to kiya.. fir se kya khelna)

3) read a book... (not having any good book on hand right now worth reading)

4) see tv (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak)

5) go to gym.. (ye ye.. ya this is a good option, i will rethink)

6).........

the door opens, bhadang....... and the knight enters.. i was seeing something fishy.. so got shocked.. turned around and there was pavan.. the greaaaaaaaaaat pavan.. only guy regularly sending emails........ (mginger, cut your mobile bill by 200, pass it on and save the girl, forward to 10 people in 1 minute to get good luck for 7 consecutive years (toooooooo much.. how is it possible maaaan!!!))

anyways... he is sincere in sending mails, so i like him....

ya so thing is, pavan was in my room.. its rare.. why?? because he generally comes with a new game or when we are having a meeting kind of thing.... rest of the time he is in his chair playing his game....

so i was like why he is here....

pavan : nik

niksi: ya

pavan : cricket chuddama ra!!

niksi:....................

pavan : oops, i mean is you interested in coming for watching cricket...

niksi : where ???

pavan : lb stadium raa, icl 20 20 tournament...

niksi : how?

pavan : i have pass (free)

niksi : how ??

pavan : bharatstudent.com

niksi : but, one pass, one ticket, saidullu told me.... u have ur ticket.. how can i come...

pavan : you just come re.. i have both... i promise today i will show you match (baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, i am touched )

niksi : ok, chalo...

pavan : ya came..

den we went out, sat in hmmmmmmmmmmmmm 5k i think... i was on phone.. so i told him to take purse from my pocket and buy the ticket... and here starts the murphy law.. (i hate him, kitta time waste karta hai sab ka)... by the way for those who are unaware of murphy bhai.. here are three great versions of his law...

1) when there are 50 50 chances of something going right or wrong, there is 90 % probability that it will fall wrong

2) when you are searching for a particular thing from a stack of similar such things, the thing you are searching will be the last one...

3) tomorrow is always worse than today...

so here goes pavan applying law number two..

he inserts his hand on my back right pocket.. nothing.. back left pocket... nothing.... front right pocket nothing..

pavan : nik

niksi : on phone.. raised eyebrows.. kya hai bey...

pavan : where is money ?

conductor : (shouting) ticket cheppu !!

pavan :niiiiiiiiiikkkk

conductor:tickeeeeeeeeeeet....

niksi : abids

pavan : money

niksi : bag me hai re... ya ya (on phone)

pavan : where...

niksi : angry a bit.. takes the complex problem in his own worthy hands... takes the purse out of the bag.. gives money to conductor with grin aaaaarggggggggh.. pushes ticket back in bag.. gives a nasty glance to pavan.. and goes back to phone...

we get down at abids... searching for LB stadium... and someone by the name Saidullu.... we found none for other 15 minutes... than EUREKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa.. there is the biiiiiiiiig stadium.. with the happiness felt by columbus in finding india (which was actually america, poor dude)... we entered the stadium gate... and there was the ticket counter....

pavan took out the print outs we were supposed to show before having our free ticket.... i took a look and here goes my head off...

niksi : kya hai ye

pavan :printouts ra...

niksi : aaaaaaaaaaaaargh

to cut the long story sort... he was having only one pass.. the other one was just a silly advertisement..... baaah.. now only one of us can go in... i already started looking for options, how to reach home from that place....

pavan recalled all the BIIG words he told me before coming.. and he went emotionally down...

nik... you go ra.... i will see it some other day.. i told you i will show you match.. so you go in.. i will go...

i was like.. kya hai ye.. why he is so sentimental.... i do not like crowd anyway... just came as he asked with love in his eyes... i did not wanted to break his poor heart.. (he he...)

nahi pavan.. you go beta.. i will go home.. you see and search saidullu... i will see you people on tv....

and while we were forcing each other giving QURBANI... saidullu came running...

saidullu : (shouting as if we are missing titanic ).... tondargaa ra.. ticket tisco ra.. quick ra... pavan quickly ran with a ORIGINAL PRINTOUT AND ONE FAKE PRINTOUT....

god save him (i said).. abhi security usko bahar fekti... i was already in the olympic pose of running as soon as he was caught....

but it was pavan kada... with that biiiiiiiiig eyes, innocent face, biiiiiiiiiiig smile... ticket guy got fooled sooner den i thought.. seeing pavan, he forgot to check the printouts.. just counted two.. and gave two passes... and next moment we three were running out in the crowd so as to stop any possibility of him catching us for forgery..... (in case he has a better look on printouts)........