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!
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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.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Gentelmens Game.....NOT [edited]
Cricket was a game created for all those tea loving snobbish blokes who had too much time to waste and too little time to get dirty,played exclusively in whites with only actually 4 men in the fold of the game,it was to say the least a easy slow game played by em British folk at the start before they decided to "spread" the game around[which meant colonization of a ton of countries including India].
The sport however has taken huge strides in India ,hell we are the best team in the world if not the richest and most powerful,but this is not what i wanted to write about,i want to let you people know how cricket was played in the fine institute called St Thomas' Boys School Kidderpore.
NOTE:I never actually took part in any of the sports but this is an account of what me pals chintoo[rohit] and babla had to deal with on a regular basis and believe me it was hilarious.
Both of me pals played for the same team[house,lytton] and they are real good players both of em were in the Bengal u9's and under 13's before they got sick of the corruption and they quit.
So obviously they were "star" players,in fact one of em was the captain of the team and they were playing for the most senior squad of the school the U20s.....so they werent crap
Although i did not see any of the games ,a lot of people have confirmed all of these "incidents" which i love talking bout all the time....so off we go
During one of the round robin games me pals had to play the team of the Gunda or at least one of the gundas of school Mahindar.....yup he was built just like the BOLERO ....fucking huge guy and well built and the fact that he was more than 22 years old made it hell to deal with him,he was like one of the Godfathers in school....everyone would call him "Bhai" out of fear and respect...
So "Bhai" was fielding near the boundary and ROHIT[it wasnt babla it was chintoo] was facing the first delivery of the game,was some bloke who was bowling cant remember who,so Bhai comes running all the way to Babla and....
Bhai:OO ladka bowling karega .....aur tum chor dega....out ho jayega first ball.......nahi to......
ROHIT:Ha ha bai no problems....theek hai
First Ball....WIDE
Second Ball....WIDE
Third Ball....NO BALL
Mahinder again comes running....
Bhai:Aye......KYA KAR RAHA HAI? OUT HONE BOLA NA??????
ROHIT:Arrey Bhai woh toh kharaab bowling kar raha hai
Bhai[to bowler]:Aye Seedha bowling karega.......woh baal chor dega
Next ball:Wide
Now Bhai was getting frustated.....
Next ball.......WHALLOPPED BY ROHIT......ITS A SIX!!!!!!
ROHIT turns to the crowd for adulation and celebration,then its all silent....ROHIT then realizes his error....MAHINDER IS PISSED ,HE IS RED AND HE IS BAYING FOR BLOOD.......comes up and warns ROHIT like they always did in STB
"Aaab tere ko bahaar dekh lega......school ke bahaar"
ROHIT is shit scared now but still he makes an amazing match winning knock....which knocked out mahinders team.....oh for shame
much worse was to follow as when Mahinders team came out to bat of all people......babla was the star fielder and he picks up an amazing catch and as he turns around the horror is pasted on his face....he drops the ball in fear as he just caught out BHAI!.....MAHINDER BHAI....BHAI threatened babla even more than rohit
later as babla is walking past school he spots mahinder and is about to run when
Mahinder:PAAALABHI NAAAAAAAAAAA PAAALABHIIIII NAAAAAA!
although he did catch babla he didnt do anything cpet congratulate him.....phew bullet dodged!
But of course since babla's team was playing so well there were bound to be repercussions.....so one day before another match a couple of guys call babla and chintoo towards em.....nervously they go towards em........
One guy takes out his hanky and in it is a piece of crumpled paper,actually its a crumpled page or something...babla cant get a good look......
The guy:Tu jaanta yeh kya hai????.....yeh BAIL certificate hai.....bhai ko police thoda din pehle chora ekbalpur thana se.....
NOTE:this bhai is another "bhai from school" not to be confused with mahinder
Bhai bola kharaab khelne toh tu kharaab hi khelega......and he walks away
Another guy comes who is from babla's house lytton and asks him what the other bloke said....to which babla laid out the details......the guy then tells babla.....[and again i kid you not......GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AHEAD.....]
the new guy:Koi tere ko kuch bhi bolega na....hum ko bol....hum uska maa ka "bur" mein ghoos jayenge.....ITNA BARAA BAAT HUM BOL DIYA.....
Dont know if the talk was big but that vagina sure as hell would be huge to fit this guy in
By the way Babla and Chintoo's team did win the tournament....they werent beaten up or anything....they were just plain old lucky.....not to get beaten up that is.
PS:THIS IS AN EDIT AS I HAD MIXED UP WHAT ROHIT AND BABLA HAD DONE TO "BHAI" DURING THE GAME.....
The sport however has taken huge strides in India ,hell we are the best team in the world if not the richest and most powerful,but this is not what i wanted to write about,i want to let you people know how cricket was played in the fine institute called St Thomas' Boys School Kidderpore.
NOTE:I never actually took part in any of the sports but this is an account of what me pals chintoo[rohit] and babla had to deal with on a regular basis and believe me it was hilarious.
Both of me pals played for the same team[house,lytton] and they are real good players both of em were in the Bengal u9's and under 13's before they got sick of the corruption and they quit.
So obviously they were "star" players,in fact one of em was the captain of the team and they were playing for the most senior squad of the school the U20s.....so they werent crap
Although i did not see any of the games ,a lot of people have confirmed all of these "incidents" which i love talking bout all the time....so off we go
During one of the round robin games me pals had to play the team of the Gunda or at least one of the gundas of school Mahindar.....yup he was built just like the BOLERO ....fucking huge guy and well built and the fact that he was more than 22 years old made it hell to deal with him,he was like one of the Godfathers in school....everyone would call him "Bhai" out of fear and respect...
So "Bhai" was fielding near the boundary and ROHIT[it wasnt babla it was chintoo] was facing the first delivery of the game,was some bloke who was bowling cant remember who,so Bhai comes running all the way to Babla and....
Bhai:OO ladka bowling karega .....aur tum chor dega....out ho jayega first ball.......nahi to......
ROHIT:Ha ha bai no problems....theek hai
First Ball....WIDE
Second Ball....WIDE
Third Ball....NO BALL
Mahinder again comes running....
Bhai:Aye......KYA KAR RAHA HAI? OUT HONE BOLA NA??????
ROHIT:Arrey Bhai woh toh kharaab bowling kar raha hai
Bhai[to bowler]:Aye Seedha bowling karega.......woh baal chor dega
Next ball:Wide
Now Bhai was getting frustated.....
Next ball.......WHALLOPPED BY ROHIT......ITS A SIX!!!!!!
ROHIT turns to the crowd for adulation and celebration,then its all silent....ROHIT then realizes his error....MAHINDER IS PISSED ,HE IS RED AND HE IS BAYING FOR BLOOD.......comes up and warns ROHIT like they always did in STB
"Aaab tere ko bahaar dekh lega......school ke bahaar"
ROHIT is shit scared now but still he makes an amazing match winning knock....which knocked out mahinders team.....oh for shame
much worse was to follow as when Mahinders team came out to bat of all people......babla was the star fielder and he picks up an amazing catch and as he turns around the horror is pasted on his face....he drops the ball in fear as he just caught out BHAI!.....MAHINDER BHAI....BHAI threatened babla even more than rohit
later as babla is walking past school he spots mahinder and is about to run when
Mahinder:PAAALABHI NAAAAAAAAAAA PAAALABHIIIII NAAAAAA!
although he did catch babla he didnt do anything cpet congratulate him.....phew bullet dodged!
But of course since babla's team was playing so well there were bound to be repercussions.....so one day before another match a couple of guys call babla and chintoo towards em.....nervously they go towards em........
One guy takes out his hanky and in it is a piece of crumpled paper,actually its a crumpled page or something...babla cant get a good look......
The guy:Tu jaanta yeh kya hai????.....yeh BAIL certificate hai.....bhai ko police thoda din pehle chora ekbalpur thana se.....
NOTE:this bhai is another "bhai from school" not to be confused with mahinder
Bhai bola kharaab khelne toh tu kharaab hi khelega......and he walks away
Another guy comes who is from babla's house lytton and asks him what the other bloke said....to which babla laid out the details......the guy then tells babla.....[and again i kid you not......GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AHEAD.....]
the new guy:Koi tere ko kuch bhi bolega na....hum ko bol....hum uska maa ka "bur" mein ghoos jayenge.....ITNA BARAA BAAT HUM BOL DIYA.....
Dont know if the talk was big but that vagina sure as hell would be huge to fit this guy in
By the way Babla and Chintoo's team did win the tournament....they werent beaten up or anything....they were just plain old lucky.....not to get beaten up that is.
PS:THIS IS AN EDIT AS I HAD MIXED UP WHAT ROHIT AND BABLA HAD DONE TO "BHAI" DURING THE GAME.....
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