Its about one am while i post this. Iv just returned from a cricket match the shorter version of it , in fact the lean mean and super trimmed version of the shorter version, yes I refer to the 20 20's . A fantastic high paced game , filled with adrenaline and glamour. I guess for me it happens to fast sometimes, I mean before you even realise the opposition's chased the score.
However i will not get ahead of myself here, so lets take it a bit slow, it all began with free tickets to watch the 20 20 IPL cricket match between the Deccan Chargers and the Delhi Dare Devils, that i found myself to be in possession of through a guy who works for a radio station. Interesting chap who's handling a small advt for us and more importantly who finds me interesting enough to chat with at times. After a good chat with him I suddenly became the proud bearer of three IPL tickets I had no clue wat to do with them , however after telling Bhaskar a work colleague and wooing Alex a bugger I had the necessary trio required . So after waiting anxiously for the clock to strike six , and completely ignoring our works, we set of for the adventure.
This was my first experience of a live cricket match, well to tell u the truth i guess it was a bit disappointing to realise that the tickets we had were not the premium ones , and after travelling thru maddening rush and hunting for the parking space we were finally there. Id say we had the best seats possible the first row , right next to the ground, beautiful, and to add to it 4 luscious Australian cheerleaders , in really small skirts jumping bout man that's life.
However i realised after sometime that having cheerleaders in really small and tight clothes so close to you can have its own demerits, for one you don't watch too much of the match you'd miss the four cos u were too busy staring at some fair skinned girls waist, and secondly ur not the only one they attract thered be a million people who like you would like to have that glimpse of the fair skin.
This is my take on having cheerleaders in Indian cricket matches , i think at some level we are not yet prepared for it , id say not even in Mumbai and definitely not in Hyderabad. Not in Hyderabad cos every second fellow including me thinks he s Imran Hashmi ( the serial kisser of murder fame), and well we are definitely cheap . I t angered me at first to see those yucky people wearing bathroom slippers and dancing obnoxiously to get the attention of the maidens. And well then i realised that maybe id not dance for them but i like the entire male population present there age no bar was ogling at the women , and well would have liked a chance with one of them if it were possible. It saddened me to see people high on testosterone take pictures movies etc of these women , in retrospection if i had known they allowed Mobile phones inside id be one of them too , I'm definite about that.
Anyways as the match went , it was quite pathetic the home team that i was rooting for maybe not full hearted , showed a dismal performance, with just a bit of the glitter towards the end of the inning. A 30 run over is good and to have Adam gilcrist hit one towards your stand and u seeing it being caught in the third row is downright eggciting. So the cheers were on and the cheerleaders did egg us on and we them. The second innings with Shehwag creaming the shit out of the home team was really good, i mean quality cricket , sixes really long and fours at breakneck speeds. I never realized the ball travelled that fast. Glen Mc Grath is really tall and pretty broad , and Andrew really has a bohemian hairdo, Afridi has a strange beard and bad throws, Vass is really dark, Shehwag packs a punch and the game is full of life.
We lost but it was fun , the cheerleaders were the highlight for me , it made me realise how Indian I am no matter what i say, or is it just a part of being a male. The end was bad , worst a flying water packet that hits the cheerleader a pretty girl in early twenties , smack on the back . And all i can feel is apologetic , for the disrespect we showed , for the lewed remarks, for the burning stares, for the watering tongues , for the obscene gestures , for the millions present there who wouldn't even realise that this all happened.
So the match was fun , we even stole a few bottles of coke, well i guess those are the things that you do when u get a chance. We cheered till our voices were hoarse, we jumped till our legs hurt , we even tried the Mexican wave. If i get another chance i think id go maybe this time for the cricket, but if cheerleaders are there cant say i wont ogle , but ill try not to.
Good night.
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