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| 20 YEARS HENCE! |
Disclaimer: No I am not Paul the Octopus, just a bloger with imagination running wild!
Dedicated to all the grey haired Indians who witnessed the 1983 WC and have been constntly bragging about their triumph to the gen-next.
The year 2030: (pardon me for the resemblence to himym!)
( By now I hope I am happily married with two kids, with my own beach view mini tower to reside in! )
Mr. Pingu to his kids,
“Guys today I’m gonna tell you a story, a story like no other, a story about a day when the country stood still and celebrated their ‘Indianess’. This goes back to 2011, the year India won the Cricket World Cup for the second time. When I saw cricket World Cup, I mean the extinct version of it, the 50 over cricket; not the T10 cricket you broods have today! A time when I was a 19 year old, with thick dense hair on my scalp. Can you believe this baldie staid dad of yours once used to be young, not so cool, but overly enthusiastic cricket fan?
We had just defeated our then neighbours Pakistan in the semis and faced Sri Lanka in the finals. (Pakistan, which now as you know is no longer a nation, a country dismantled by the hardliners and now governed by the United Nations)
Mrs. Pingu shouting from the kitchen, ”Dude, we’ve almost run out off oxygen supply for the month! Don’t just rest you bum on that couch, go to the neighbours and borrow some fresh air. And kids stop listening to his crazy stories, you have coaching classes to attend, his stories won’t get you admitted to IIT Surathkal! And anyways you can read his blog if you kids are so keen to emulate your dad.”
2nd April 2011: Even she witnessed history that day!
The second innings had just started, me and few of my college pals just stepped into the auditorium of IIT Surathkal, formerly known as NITK and there was pin drop silence. Sachin Tendulkar had just lost his wicket. Simultaneity of the two events: me stepping in SJA and Sachin getting out embarked upon me. Did I just jinx him? India in a spot of bother, I thought. There was no doubt about which team held the whip at that stage.
The match was being screened on the big screen, so what if it was 2-D? The vuvuzelas, the drums, the dhols, the horns, the whistles more than made up for the lack of todays’ technology.
Your grandpa had to see the 1983 world cup on the radio! (That doesn’t sound good does it? :P)
tik tok tik…Gambhir-Kohli stick…
tik tok tik… Kohli misses the trick…
tit tok tik…Dhoni bab stepsUP…
tik tok tik…Another partnership develops…
tik tok tik..Gambhir-Dhoni sway the tide…
tik tok tik, Gambhir commits suicide…
tik tok tik…Dhoni ka chakka…
tik tok tik..Nacha har koi, budha ho ya bacha…
Tik tok tik..India won Macha..India won Macha!
And rest as they call, was history. That’s one bad thing about history, It keeps repeating itself… 1983, 2011, 2017 and now in 2030 as well!
But 2011 was special in ways more than once. There was this time when I knew how to celebrate: the right way! Oh yeah I scream, I danced, high fives all around!
Chants of Sachin Sachin, yuvi yuvi galvanised SJA. And there was this tri-colour face painting just for 5 bucks! It went somewhat like this:
I know you kids must not even seen a five rupee coin, but that’s the way it was back then. Straight and simple unlike the card swiping technology of this age. For most part of the night celebrations remained clean and dry but there were these odd incidents at a local bar where few of our Bihari mates got into a scuffle. Us din toh saat kyun sau gunah maaf!
2017 things went a bit out of control, but if I start with that now, your mom is gonna make me sleep on the couch for the weekend!”
PS: Just 1 day has passed and I am already nostalgic...
With the wish that we can relive these moments,
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