My IPL Saga

I am thinking of joining the BCCI's gang of cricket- lords who are gunning after Lalit Modi with their agenda. I too have a bone to pick with him about this IPL extravaganza,he has created . It has been three years since it came in reckon .And all the years I have been suffering in one form or the other.

When I went for my annual India trip to Delhi, which happened to be the First year of the IPL . I had no choice but to watch the matches held in blazing sun with the Delhi Loo scalding my cheeks and the perspiration giving me a sauna bath in the Feroz Shah Kotla Stadium. Before going for the vacation,I had dreams of sitting in the the cool comfort of the Samsung Air conditioner, eating HaldiRam's samosa and kachoris with the evening tea.Instead of cool ,mom made Lassi , I was drinking not so chilled, fifty rupees Pepsi there.I was fully aware of her love for Cricket,but oblivious of her arranging the tickets even before we boarded the flight. It did not matter if Virender Sehwag is there as a captain, but we were there to see the live action . I just about managed to escape a heat stroke that Indian Summer.

For the past one month and more IPL has been the flavor of the month in our household.One evening when I arrived, I was told by my sprightly wife that she had bought the IPL package on Direct TV. The days became just a tad different from then on for a month and more.Mornings, I woke up to the sounds of loud claps and exclamation of ''WOW,Bravo,what a catch''. The live match was on and she was up since 5.30 am watching Tendulakar vs Warne and supporting Warne whole heartedly.She could jump with joy on the couch but I was not allowed to loiter in the home especially not in front of the television set.It was curfew time for those morning hours.For breakfast it was burnt toast and boiled eggs, as she could not afford to miss even one DLF maximum Sixes.Shoving is what I had to do to her to get her to her office. On reaching my office,I would be greeted by a phone call or chat message informing if Rajasthan Royal won or Preity's boys.Dinners were a lavish spread if her team won and only Kichdi if her favorite team would loose. I cant even fathom what Raj Kundra would be going through when Rajasthan Royal lost.


The IPL has ended and so are my curfew days. The sun is shining again on me and I have decided to email my laundry list of complaints about Mr Modi to Shashank Manoher .I am sure he would be pleased to get my letter so he can add more fuel to the fire. I hope they are able to get reigns on him because my dearest wife has noxious designs for the IPL, next year and I am afraid the burnt toast would be difficult to digest again.