Again, I need to repeat, I do not like cricket one bit, every single time I have been to a stadium its been against my will and well because my dad wants to take me to the ball game and have a little father son bonding which to be fair we never have been able to do ever since I started loving football and defected from the love of cricket that my father for some reason thinks I had.
A week ago my dad tells me that he got tickets for the Mumbai Indians V KKR game, we had already been to the Pune V KKR game a week back and I did not want to go and see another game, my dad however had the ace up his sleeve, he flashes an envelope and tells me, "have a look at the tickets"
I snatch em from his hand and glare at the last few words at the bottom of the ticket
"PLATINUM LOUNGE"
Get in my man, I though to myself, we are going to watch the match in style.
So the D day comes, while most of the crowd had to bear the scorching temperature in Calcutta for the 4 PM game, my dad and I walked on in style at 3 PM, a special entrance for us , red carpet and a lift to take us up to the lounge. Typical hot women escorting the 2 of us to our "box seats", which was a beautiful room, air conditioned of course, with a fridge with a ton of cola and juice, a couple of sofas, a lot of comfortable chairs and lots of KKR goodies and merchandize for us to take home, Indians we are of course, so all this was free. Plus the balcony adjoining the room was brilliant, we could see the entire game if we wanted from the outside as well, with half of the crowd staring at me in envy I believe as I walked out like a champion to get a view of the ground.
The other reason I did step out was that Sachin was being commemorated for his achievement of 100 centuries in international cricket and our great CM Mamata Banerjee [less said about her the better] was in all her glory praising Sachin for his achievement and all. Giving him a ton of goodies as well, Sachin also tried his hand in Bengali and Mamata tried hers in English, enough of that shit.
The good stuff was in the lounge, we also had a tv which was broadcasting the game on SET MAX and if we did miss something in the match we could catch the same event on TV a couple of seconds later.
Now the lounge is to be shared by a few people, this was not exclusive to us, so there was this father who had brought his crazy cricket loving 5-6 year old son, whose math skills were amazing, easily letting us know what the run rate should be or how many runs are needed per over for the Riders to win, astounding, this kid was brilliant in division and well even had a proper cricketing brain telling us constantly
"If Gambhir is out, we will lose" or "We need to score a boundary in every over now"
The other occupants in the room were a few college going kids who went berserk and were leaning on the balcony blocking my dad's view of the game as we sat like kings on the sofa, Dad was getting all hyper like he does in any cricket game
"Tell them to bloody move", "MOVE!", he kept on saying, I kept on telling him, calm down dad its alright, let em have a bit of fun.
With my dad constantly getting upset that he cant see the pitch, the other people in the lounge were a man and his oh so sweet daughter, dear lord she was something special, close to the most perfect woman I might have seen in the flesh. Beautiful was she, amazing body, face and she spoke amazing english, everything I probably needed in a woman cept the fact that she seems to like cricket more than football, thank you Lord for your creations.
So they also move to the balcony to see the game and as luck would have it, they end up standing right in front of our view, while my dad again is going berserk and wants them to move, I get to see this hot woman with this amazing ass, right in front of me jumping up and down, my dad keeps on telling me
"Why the hell don't they move? don't they know we can't see? Tell them to move na"
I keep on telling myself, calm down dad, I am getting to see a lot more than I actually want to see, the result of the match didn't bother me much, my day was made, the lady and that ass. Sweet Jesus, I love lounges and I LOVE WATCHING THIS KINDA CRICKET.
Dear Lord that was some ass that!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
A city divided in two. No Dada, No KKR?
I guess the title is a dead giveaway of what I would be blogging about, the game of the season in this current IPL. The Kolkata Knight Riders Vs The Pune Warriors, now before I start I need to let you guys know, I am not a crazy cricket fanatic neither do I love cricket as much as some of the other sports, in fact I hate cricket, the only reason I went to the said match is because of my dad. He loves the sport, cannot believe I hate the sport and always wants me to enjoy this game, so to keep him happy and not in "angry dad" mode I tag along for these cricket matches that we get tickets for , seen an India Pak test , seen a couple of IPL games now. More importantly seen Dada, the darling , the prince of Calcutta score a century against Pakistan and all, so yeah I have been lucky to have witnessed some big events, like Messi's game in Calcutta and also Oli Kahn's last game for Munich.
This time we got tickets at the last moment for this HUGE game, running back from office and getting ready with my dad, I could see the shine in his eyes, he truly was excited, this was his Messi moment or similar to my Istanbul 2005 moment, ok, Istanbul was way bigger in many respects but he had that shine, "I am taking my son to a game and its going to be magical".
Typically we got in just after the first ball was bowled, had these awesome seats which were roughly 15 degrees to one of the set of wickets, yes I am very poor with the field positions in cricket. We got seats smack bang in the middle of the Pune supporters which was mixed in quite well with the KKR supporters, so we got the best of both worlds, when Pune did well they screamed and shouted and when KKR did well the other side screamed and shouted their lungs out.
You could feel the anticipation and the energy in the stadium, you did not need those fancy side screens and jumbotrons, we had the great one back in the city to play and try to keep his Pune team alive for the semis of the IPL, we had a ton of pro KKR supporters who were interspersed with the Pune supporters, we had best friends divided and loyalties being tested to the hilt.
A KKR supporter [wearing a cap] consoles his Warriors supporting friend after Gambhir takes off like a rocket.
There were the typical set of mad supporters who don't know when its time to sit and people have to randomly shout on em to get them off their chair and tell them to sit or they will call the police.
There was the typical old man who has seen it all and knows it all, this old person was our half time entertainment, letting us know how Snehashis Ganguly was always the better player compared to Dada, how ugly politics in this sport is, how crude life is for those who don't have the backing in this filth filled world of the BCCI and of course all of it was true and while he spoke so much sense it seemed he was out of his mind, constantly requiring Hi 5's for random listeners, breaking into crazy jingles and going "Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta" clapping his hands together like he was part of a matching band, for all his legit talk about the sport he was let down by his madness or was it just a show for us to listen out to him and not take things seriously, just let things be , he could not change much after being in the system for years what chance did we have of doing anything?
There were the stupid dumb idiots who came in with their "girls" and try to act all macho and all, macho here means when they do the time out countdown , this bloke puts his hand up when the DJ starts counting down from "5...4...3....2....1" , so he uses his fingers to show 5,4,3,2 and 1, 1 here means he will point the middle finger out to a random cameraman in hope and expectation that he will be shown on TV. Idiot, no one is impressed by such nonsense, actually the women he was with , they were crazy good impressed, thank fuck some random person threw a packet of water on them later on in the game.
There was this quiet person sitting next to me, watching the game with intent and loving every minute of it, watching it like a proper gentleman, waiting for the Prince to come out and when he did come out to bat, this man's face started shining, he loved Dada, you could see it in his face, when there was this chance that Dada and Pune might pull it off, this man was almost letting off the words "I always have trusted you Dada, you are the best". Sadly when Dada was dismissed and Pune lost, the man was heartbroken, destroyed and demoralized, "Maybe next time, Dada will do it for sure, next time", he softly said to himself.
Those energetic kids who came to watch their first live cricket match, going bonkers in every hit and miss, loving the fact that their father took them to such a big event, the father being so proud that he could provide such a chance to his kid, guess my dad felt the same about taking me to the ball game.
The crowd , again were brilliant, applauding every clean shot, near miss, dismissal, the Calcutta Wave which was something everyone should be a part off. The greatest part was that while players were doing their bit, Gambhir scores a 50, they applaud , Sunil Narine bowls this amazing maiden, they applaud, Mathews goes bonkers on Pathan they applaud but the standing ovation comes for Dada, after he is dismissed, so what if he could not guide them, he is still the best.
The setting was immaculate, when people say "You have to watch a match at the Eden Gardens", they are right, its crazy, its beautiful, its energetic, lively, its what life should be. Words fail to describe what I actually felt there sitting mostly but watching people letting out their emotions, women screaming out support only for one man, boys , kids, men all acting the same way. Its brilliant.
I did not go to this event because I like cricket, I went there because my father always wants to take me along for these cricket games, while I always hated going to them, this one night certainly will live on, its not the result at the end which mattered to me. The people, the emotions, the love, the hate, the banter, the energy, the despair, the tension and the setting, that is something everyone should experience, wont write much more, will just sign off with this amazing snap I took.
This time we got tickets at the last moment for this HUGE game, running back from office and getting ready with my dad, I could see the shine in his eyes, he truly was excited, this was his Messi moment or similar to my Istanbul 2005 moment, ok, Istanbul was way bigger in many respects but he had that shine, "I am taking my son to a game and its going to be magical".
Typically we got in just after the first ball was bowled, had these awesome seats which were roughly 15 degrees to one of the set of wickets, yes I am very poor with the field positions in cricket. We got seats smack bang in the middle of the Pune supporters which was mixed in quite well with the KKR supporters, so we got the best of both worlds, when Pune did well they screamed and shouted and when KKR did well the other side screamed and shouted their lungs out.
You could feel the anticipation and the energy in the stadium, you did not need those fancy side screens and jumbotrons, we had the great one back in the city to play and try to keep his Pune team alive for the semis of the IPL, we had a ton of pro KKR supporters who were interspersed with the Pune supporters, we had best friends divided and loyalties being tested to the hilt.
A KKR supporter [wearing a cap] consoles his Warriors supporting friend after Gambhir takes off like a rocket.
There were the typical set of mad supporters who don't know when its time to sit and people have to randomly shout on em to get them off their chair and tell them to sit or they will call the police.
There was the typical old man who has seen it all and knows it all, this old person was our half time entertainment, letting us know how Snehashis Ganguly was always the better player compared to Dada, how ugly politics in this sport is, how crude life is for those who don't have the backing in this filth filled world of the BCCI and of course all of it was true and while he spoke so much sense it seemed he was out of his mind, constantly requiring Hi 5's for random listeners, breaking into crazy jingles and going "Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta" clapping his hands together like he was part of a matching band, for all his legit talk about the sport he was let down by his madness or was it just a show for us to listen out to him and not take things seriously, just let things be , he could not change much after being in the system for years what chance did we have of doing anything?
There were the stupid dumb idiots who came in with their "girls" and try to act all macho and all, macho here means when they do the time out countdown , this bloke puts his hand up when the DJ starts counting down from "5...4...3....2....1" , so he uses his fingers to show 5,4,3,2 and 1, 1 here means he will point the middle finger out to a random cameraman in hope and expectation that he will be shown on TV. Idiot, no one is impressed by such nonsense, actually the women he was with , they were crazy good impressed, thank fuck some random person threw a packet of water on them later on in the game.
There was this quiet person sitting next to me, watching the game with intent and loving every minute of it, watching it like a proper gentleman, waiting for the Prince to come out and when he did come out to bat, this man's face started shining, he loved Dada, you could see it in his face, when there was this chance that Dada and Pune might pull it off, this man was almost letting off the words "I always have trusted you Dada, you are the best". Sadly when Dada was dismissed and Pune lost, the man was heartbroken, destroyed and demoralized, "Maybe next time, Dada will do it for sure, next time", he softly said to himself.
Those energetic kids who came to watch their first live cricket match, going bonkers in every hit and miss, loving the fact that their father took them to such a big event, the father being so proud that he could provide such a chance to his kid, guess my dad felt the same about taking me to the ball game.
The crowd , again were brilliant, applauding every clean shot, near miss, dismissal, the Calcutta Wave which was something everyone should be a part off. The greatest part was that while players were doing their bit, Gambhir scores a 50, they applaud , Sunil Narine bowls this amazing maiden, they applaud, Mathews goes bonkers on Pathan they applaud but the standing ovation comes for Dada, after he is dismissed, so what if he could not guide them, he is still the best.
The setting was immaculate, when people say "You have to watch a match at the Eden Gardens", they are right, its crazy, its beautiful, its energetic, lively, its what life should be. Words fail to describe what I actually felt there sitting mostly but watching people letting out their emotions, women screaming out support only for one man, boys , kids, men all acting the same way. Its brilliant.
I did not go to this event because I like cricket, I went there because my father always wants to take me along for these cricket games, while I always hated going to them, this one night certainly will live on, its not the result at the end which mattered to me. The people, the emotions, the love, the hate, the banter, the energy, the despair, the tension and the setting, that is something everyone should experience, wont write much more, will just sign off with this amazing snap I took.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Fight Club?
First rule of Fight Club is – you do not talk about Fight Club
So I wont be talking about "Fight Club", can't break the rules.
Truth be told, I just recently got to see this amazing masterpiece of a movie with such brilliant performances and this whole anarchy reign, take over the world, screw the value system , psycho having problems thing.
The reason why I have been avoiding the said movie for oh so long?
A hindi movie with the same name was released years after the original and it had a subplot also of the "Fight Club".
Comparing the two is a sin but I cannot believe I avoided such a movie just because a bollywood flick had the same name and had a few scenes copied from the original. The copied scenes weren't even the brilliant ones just random fight scenes.
So on the one side we have this whole crazy bit about how we buy things we don't like and how we work in jobs we don't like making money to buy the said unlikeable things, the other crummy movie had this whole plot of friends opening a fight club for well, what? a Fight!
The Fight club was opened in the original just out of no reason, it had a much bigger part to play in the movie later on with a couple of personalities and a ton of zombies, here in the bollywood version we had the fight club and that was that, the whole movie was based on that shit assed basis.
The fights here were brutal savage beatings with a meaning , a sense of escape from the crummy rule filled life we lead and how we all try to fit in a society that certainly tries to make us do and act unlike the way we want, almost become numb to our internal feelings and cravings trying to satisfy what others want. This one had a lesbian fight for no reason, which gave the producer and director half a chance to get two scantily clad women to fight and strip their clothes off.
Here we had Helena Bonham Carter giving out a brilliant performance of this crazy girl or showing people later on who the real crazy people are, there we had Amrita Arora and Dia Mirza [sure hotter than Helena] but both playing bimbos who have nothing to do in the entire movie, except to dance about and look hot. Ok Amrita Arora is smoking hot but that whole shit dance on the beaches served no purpose to the movie.
On one side we have this dark twisted human being trying to take over the city, if not the world with his countless drones of "monkeys", there we have a random set of 4 monkeys trying to tell us a story which should never have come out and damaged this mind of mine.
It has taken me a good 4-5 years to get the courage to see the Original Fight Club, Its always better late than never, while I might have missed on this masterpiece earlier, this time no mistakes were made, a beautiful movie, and Bollywood, please FFS stop using the same names as the American/Hollywood movies, if you do, please let us know that the movie does not relate to the namesake and IF IT DOES, DO NOT FUCK UP MOVIES LIKE YOU GUYS DO ALWAYS WITH THOSE REMAKES.
Players, thank fuck I did not watch that, the only good thing about the Bollywood fight club were the sequences with Arora but then again, she has random hot songs in every movie she has been in, Girlfriend was another, "Lesbian love story" oh how crummy that turned out to be also.
So I wont be talking about "Fight Club", can't break the rules.
Truth be told, I just recently got to see this amazing masterpiece of a movie with such brilliant performances and this whole anarchy reign, take over the world, screw the value system , psycho having problems thing.
The reason why I have been avoiding the said movie for oh so long?
A hindi movie with the same name was released years after the original and it had a subplot also of the "Fight Club".
Comparing the two is a sin but I cannot believe I avoided such a movie just because a bollywood flick had the same name and had a few scenes copied from the original. The copied scenes weren't even the brilliant ones just random fight scenes.
So on the one side we have this whole crazy bit about how we buy things we don't like and how we work in jobs we don't like making money to buy the said unlikeable things, the other crummy movie had this whole plot of friends opening a fight club for well, what? a Fight!
The Fight club was opened in the original just out of no reason, it had a much bigger part to play in the movie later on with a couple of personalities and a ton of zombies, here in the bollywood version we had the fight club and that was that, the whole movie was based on that shit assed basis.
The fights here were brutal savage beatings with a meaning , a sense of escape from the crummy rule filled life we lead and how we all try to fit in a society that certainly tries to make us do and act unlike the way we want, almost become numb to our internal feelings and cravings trying to satisfy what others want. This one had a lesbian fight for no reason, which gave the producer and director half a chance to get two scantily clad women to fight and strip their clothes off.
Here we had Helena Bonham Carter giving out a brilliant performance of this crazy girl or showing people later on who the real crazy people are, there we had Amrita Arora and Dia Mirza [sure hotter than Helena] but both playing bimbos who have nothing to do in the entire movie, except to dance about and look hot. Ok Amrita Arora is smoking hot but that whole shit dance on the beaches served no purpose to the movie.
On one side we have this dark twisted human being trying to take over the city, if not the world with his countless drones of "monkeys", there we have a random set of 4 monkeys trying to tell us a story which should never have come out and damaged this mind of mine.
It has taken me a good 4-5 years to get the courage to see the Original Fight Club, Its always better late than never, while I might have missed on this masterpiece earlier, this time no mistakes were made, a beautiful movie, and Bollywood, please FFS stop using the same names as the American/Hollywood movies, if you do, please let us know that the movie does not relate to the namesake and IF IT DOES, DO NOT FUCK UP MOVIES LIKE YOU GUYS DO ALWAYS WITH THOSE REMAKES.
Players, thank fuck I did not watch that, the only good thing about the Bollywood fight club were the sequences with Arora but then again, she has random hot songs in every movie she has been in, Girlfriend was another, "Lesbian love story" oh how crummy that turned out to be also.
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