Lo and behold! The kirrket mania takes off yet again. This is one post I can’t help writing owing to my sincere contempt ( what did you think?!) for the game.Far more popular for the most profoundly ridiculous “issues” related to it than for the game itself, cricket takes the cake for being at the apex of a long long list of things Indians lay way too much emphasis on. I’m sure cricket’s one factor that’s hindering India from getting to that elusive double digit growth rate and even if it isn’t, I’d like to believe this all the same because I’ve heard people tell my dad “aap office ja rahe ho?! Aaj to India vs Pakistan hai na!” Not that my dad cares any less for cricket than this person.

Test cricket reminds me of people on their deathbeds. And worse!
Because death will come but a test match holycrap it never ends! And one day which basically means a waste of one whole day which could’ve been a fun Sunday otherwise. You’d think that was enough but no, the Universe really has no sympathy for me, because now we have a new aberration, lo and behold, T20. From whatever little I have had to see of that game per force, I’d say we were better off playing gilli danda. A big cheer for the bunch of cricketing clowns hitting left right and centre with their bats like there’s no tomorrow. They come, they run, they throw, they hit, they roll, they catch, they sledge but for a shorter period of time.

It could be a mating ritual for all you know.

Surprisingly, even mating takes a backseat with cricket on because our quintessential cricket crazy man can’t make love with one eye ogling at his TV and another at his biwi. And even if he could,I pray with all my might that the woman has enough gumption to hit the remote wham! on his head. This would hopefully bring him back to the mother earth and yeah, the cricket field because if he doesn’t sit around and pout heated instructions, what will happen to Team India’s match?!