IPL match

13 June 2009 0

I went to the stadium with RK, Mohit and the rest. They were all super excited to see the inagural match between Mumbai Indians and Delhi Daredevils and had tagged me along. I wanted nothing more than to eat some chicken and sleep for 6 hours straight.

A crowd was gathering at the entrance gate. Mohit and RK were discussing excitedly (abe Tendulkar buddha ho gaya hai ab…Mumbai Indians should’ve got Dhoni instead). Think they were expecting a fight (with chariots and horses, swords and half-a body armour, like they used to do in ancient Rome). People were blabbering all over and I was still longing for my chicken…

We got through the security checks and voila, the great colloseum! We got the teeny-weeny burgers and the overpriced water, then headed for our seats. Yay! The cheerleaders were exactly in front of us…Lucky lalit modi came up with that one brilliant idea of importing firangi gals in the stadium. It gives a non-cricket guy like me some initiation into the game and helps generate interest.

Met Karthik and his RayBan there after a really long time. He was clapping, RK was cheering, Mohit was whistling, and I was trying veery very hard to figure out what the heck had just happened. Apparently, the tiny GI-Joe type figure in the middle was Ravi Shastri, examining the pitch. After that, it was all blurry…It was too difficult to find out who was bowling, who was batting and where the heck was the stupid white ball. Finally, I decided to follow the market trend, so I cheered with full enthu when Mohit whistled, clapped when Karthik started shouting and cried out foul words when RK swore. It was starting to get fun…We also started to form waves in the crowd, shouting and waving in equal measure. Then somebody shouted ‘we won’, so I jumped on the chairs. We started to tapori dance, wave and shout some more. And we had chicken biryani after that to celebrate the win…