for the love of ...

everybody loves to love them...every body loves to hate them... they play cricket!!

lets refine it...

everybody loves to love them when they win... everybody loves to hate them when they loose!!

i still cant understand why we love a game that was introduced to us by the British...they made us nunga punga...stole our land...they stole our tax.. they stole our Kohinoor :(


b4 they introduced us to the game we played many other games (yeah...we did play games other than cricket)... but unfortunately i don't know many of them... kabaddi, kho kho,  kusti, and i am sure we played many many more games ...most of them i might not even know...i was born in the decade of Television Kranti... radio were just going out of fashion and heroes were happy to romance the beautiful women in color...internet was not even discovered...

the last time i remember playing cricket was at St. Lawrence school in Sector 16 Vashi.. i got chance to play since there was one less player in one team :P ... i got out on the first ball...catch out... i hit a half volley...and straight to the the fielder who was hidden cos on the same ground there were more than 4 to 5 matched being played :D ... imbalanced demand and supply equation of complex variables of  cricket grounds, population, time and love for the game... where do some things come from is always a mystery ...

the last time i remember playing either of kabbaddi, kho kho or langadi is whn i must be in my 2nd grade... :)

i see us playing cricket everywhere... on proper grounds, in buildings, on roads, on footpaths, on terraces of buildings, in classrooms, in office on computer, on the internet...we even played cricket by turning pages of the book and the page number as the number of runs score... say if u open the page number 66 ..its a six... if u open pages with page number ending with  4 are four runs...and and if i open 60/50/40 - ending with a zero - i am out....and so on...

one of the weirdest places i have seen small kids play cricket is the harbor line of mumbai... it was once upon a time a completely fucked up place to be...it is not a lil better... i really mean it!! ... its a lot better that what it used to be a few years ago... they play cricket right next to the railway tracks which is a toilet for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... which is a big dustbin for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... the gutter next to it is a sewage drain... its open so it can overflow anytime.. and so so much more i can describe....but fuck...ppl wont read the post them...


danny uncle wanted to show all of this, similar things...and so he did in his super awesome movie slumdog millionaire ...not exactly what we wanted him to show about india...but he did what most of us would want to hide... he won 8 oscars :)

there are 2 problems...(thees 2 i feel are important..)

1) when will we realize that we can not expect our fellow Indians to live like that... (i understand the world can not survive with equality but.....)

2) will we ever see kids play hockey or any other game with so much love and addiction the way those kids play cricket ??


PS : if i said i am not a big cricket fan i may be not speaking the truth

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