Showing posts with label IPL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label IPL. Show all posts

Monday, April 26, 2010

Not me, not you either, I hope

I hope I am not the one they were speaking about when they said, “Build it and they will come.”
It implies I am part of a herd, with no discernment. A slave to the prevailing ethic.
I feel the same way as an Indian cricket fan. The attitude that how the IPL is held, built, played and structured does not matter. As long as there is cricket for two months, “they will watch.”
The great Indian (upper) middle class has long been lulled into a herd blinded by materialism, hurtling towards chaos, driven by media frenzy. Not me.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Fixed!

Pritish Nandy wrote in his column for the Times of India city supplement, quoting Deep Throat – Follow the money.
A cousin of mine who is a big better and I did this for the Deccan versus Chennai semifinal. Follow the money in cricket always, always leads to the bookies. At the break, with Chennai scoring 142, the odds for Deccan were still 40 paise. And Chennai was 2-1. That is off. Way off. Deccan should have been 20 paise at most and Chennai at least 4-1. Then there is Deccan dropping Chaminda Vaas and ten catches. It stinks man.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Paradoxes

India is the land of paradox. Where else can the country’s worst cricket player boast of being its best captain? In Kolkata’s IPL team two great paradoxes meet. Saurav Ganguly and Shah Rukh Khan. SRK is of course the other paradox – I have never seen a bigger hamster in my life… and yet they afford him the title of King and he has made billions.
The two of them together will surely ensure that the team from Kolkata wins as little as possible on the pitch – but will rule the media scene with all sorts of antics.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Go, IPL, go!

The best thing about having the IPL in South Africa is we will be spared the self righteous bullshit from Indian political parties about cheerleaders.
Rather than have them all clad in various ugly-looking tights, we can have cheerleaders looking as they rightly should: scantily-clad and sexy.
It’s another 45-day slog fest then, and while India is cricket-crazy enough to sustain that kind of match fatigue, one wonders how the non-stop carnival will fare in South Africa.
Rest assured though, I plan to be there for the climax. And I hope the cheerleaders get sexier and the sixes bigger.