Actors, a gentlemen and a shayar
The death of the heroes have had a positive effect, thankfully. Mothers are happy that their kids have finally started concentrating more on their studies, men and women have started cancelling leaves to be back at work, and the betting brigade is betting big even on Bangladesh.
Let’s be thankful to The Walls that crumbled without a trace. There’s no writing on the wall for a change now. Let’s be thankful to the Uthappas, Dhonis and Sachins who have begun giving much food for thought to the SMS jokes factory. Indian cricket though failed to get creative, has spurred much creativity to the small messaging service production units. Lets applaud them for that.
Why did we lose after all? Because of Indira Gandhi and Hanuman. True, right? Indira created Bangladesh, while Hanuman failed to burn down Lanka completely. So who are to blame?
Poor man Greg, he cant be blamed. Rahul, who for the first time ever, shrugged off that constipation-troubled looked from his face and shed a few tears, cant be blamed either. So is it Sreesanth’s mummy dearest who is to be blamed. Nay, that would be being unjust to her. Sonny Santh didn’t even get a chance to touch the ball, let alone run around like a pre-historic ape on the field. Funny, a newspaper, ran a three column story suggesting that Sreesanth, if he had played, would have made all he difference. Silly thought, but he or mommy dear, who does a Mandira to dumbest perfection in the midst of journos here, are not to blame either.
Sachin dude, if you think life is all about riding a snazzy mobike, hiding behind a huge bouquet, gulping down a health drink or signing on a credit card , go be an actor. Do you by any chance remember the last time you connected a speeding ball to the fence? I don’t. And, I don’t need a dummy out there.
Sehwag bhai, try playing some school matches again to brush up those fading skills with the bat. Never even dream of playing the Aussies, let alone Bermuda. My nephew who just finished school plays better cricket, buddy. Stay at home. You won’t even be good behind the mike if those blabbering Charus think of offering you a job.
Yuvi and Dhoni, go shed your make up and pad up if u need to play cricket. Cricket is not about playing the shoe-shine boy or teaching a Jamaican how to mouth a maska marke or a tandoori chicken.
The Wall, huh!!! Man, you played too much of gentleman when you should have been shouting at those NPAs who snuggled up to you for a Carribbea holiday. Do you reaise they enjoyed their holidays while you waited for yur head to roll? Rahul, be human dude, gentlemen never get a second chance.
Dodos are extinct, haven’t you heard ? The Dada too is. Brilliant second coming, but then cricket isn’t tennis. You needed support at the other end, you know. A clueless Sachin or a dumb Dhoni at the other end or even a crumbling Wall at the other end is akin to playing all by yourself, right. And cricket again proved its isn’t a tennis singles outing. And, now, you are on the verge of being extinct. If you have watched Ice Age, you may be able to identify with that line that a ‘on-the-verge-of-extinction’ male Dodo mouths: There goes our last female”. I am forced to say: “There goes our one and only Dada”.
Where does that leave Agarkar and Kumble. Nowhere, in fact. Inconsequential to the core has been match winner Anil. Googlies proved fatal, for himself, Duh!!! Who needs a googly when you can’t turn it, man. Anil, we thought at least you did not have saw dust between your ears, buddy. Agarkar proved beyond doubt he had only that between his, though.
The encouraging aspect, however, was your lively presence with the bat, dearest Munaf bhai. Let me take this opportunity to salute you bhai, for having that 100-watt smile fixed on your face even when you realised Sri Lanka is knocking a billion hopes out of the Carribbean. Way to go, man. At least, you walked off the field with a smile when we lost. Great presence of mind, congrats buddy.
Munaf bhai, I am left wondering what mommas boy Sreesanth would have done if he were in your place. No doubt, it would have been a song from the sticky wicket. May be, a dard bhari ghazal he penned right there in a language he doesn’t know. Awww, missed that!!!
By the way, for those who came in late, did you know Sreesanth was waiting to release the music album for which he wrote the lyrics. Guess what? He has penned his poetry in Hindi!!!!!. Shayar dude, we don’t need gentlemen, poets, actors out there in the middle.
The death of the heroes have had a positive effect, thankfully. Mothers are happy that their kids have finally started concentrating more on their studies, men and women have started cancelling leaves to be back at work, and the betting brigade is betting big even on Bangladesh.
Let’s be thankful to The Walls that crumbled without a trace. There’s no writing on the wall for a change now. Let’s be thankful to the Uthappas, Dhonis and Sachins who have begun giving much food for thought to the SMS jokes factory. Indian cricket though failed to get creative, has spurred much creativity to the small messaging service production units. Lets applaud them for that.
Why did we lose after all? Because of Indira Gandhi and Hanuman. True, right? Indira created Bangladesh, while Hanuman failed to burn down Lanka completely. So who are to blame?
Poor man Greg, he cant be blamed. Rahul, who for the first time ever, shrugged off that constipation-troubled looked from his face and shed a few tears, cant be blamed either. So is it Sreesanth’s mummy dearest who is to be blamed. Nay, that would be being unjust to her. Sonny Santh didn’t even get a chance to touch the ball, let alone run around like a pre-historic ape on the field. Funny, a newspaper, ran a three column story suggesting that Sreesanth, if he had played, would have made all he difference. Silly thought, but he or mommy dear, who does a Mandira to dumbest perfection in the midst of journos here, are not to blame either.
Sachin dude, if you think life is all about riding a snazzy mobike, hiding behind a huge bouquet, gulping down a health drink or signing on a credit card , go be an actor. Do you by any chance remember the last time you connected a speeding ball to the fence? I don’t. And, I don’t need a dummy out there.
Sehwag bhai, try playing some school matches again to brush up those fading skills with the bat. Never even dream of playing the Aussies, let alone Bermuda. My nephew who just finished school plays better cricket, buddy. Stay at home. You won’t even be good behind the mike if those blabbering Charus think of offering you a job.
Yuvi and Dhoni, go shed your make up and pad up if u need to play cricket. Cricket is not about playing the shoe-shine boy or teaching a Jamaican how to mouth a maska marke or a tandoori chicken.
The Wall, huh!!! Man, you played too much of gentleman when you should have been shouting at those NPAs who snuggled up to you for a Carribbea holiday. Do you reaise they enjoyed their holidays while you waited for yur head to roll? Rahul, be human dude, gentlemen never get a second chance.
Dodos are extinct, haven’t you heard ? The Dada too is. Brilliant second coming, but then cricket isn’t tennis. You needed support at the other end, you know. A clueless Sachin or a dumb Dhoni at the other end or even a crumbling Wall at the other end is akin to playing all by yourself, right. And cricket again proved its isn’t a tennis singles outing. And, now, you are on the verge of being extinct. If you have watched Ice Age, you may be able to identify with that line that a ‘on-the-verge-of-extinction’ male Dodo mouths: There goes our last female”. I am forced to say: “There goes our one and only Dada”.
Where does that leave Agarkar and Kumble. Nowhere, in fact. Inconsequential to the core has been match winner Anil. Googlies proved fatal, for himself, Duh!!! Who needs a googly when you can’t turn it, man. Anil, we thought at least you did not have saw dust between your ears, buddy. Agarkar proved beyond doubt he had only that between his, though.
The encouraging aspect, however, was your lively presence with the bat, dearest Munaf bhai. Let me take this opportunity to salute you bhai, for having that 100-watt smile fixed on your face even when you realised Sri Lanka is knocking a billion hopes out of the Carribbean. Way to go, man. At least, you walked off the field with a smile when we lost. Great presence of mind, congrats buddy.
Munaf bhai, I am left wondering what mommas boy Sreesanth would have done if he were in your place. No doubt, it would have been a song from the sticky wicket. May be, a dard bhari ghazal he penned right there in a language he doesn’t know. Awww, missed that!!!
By the way, for those who came in late, did you know Sreesanth was waiting to release the music album for which he wrote the lyrics. Guess what? He has penned his poetry in Hindi!!!!!. Shayar dude, we don’t need gentlemen, poets, actors out there in the middle.
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