Cricket isn’t life or death,
It’s much more important.
That was exact emotion at the Kotak house during the cricketing season. My earliest
memory of the game is where my PA froze in front of the TV, my teen brother who
hated cricket and was a football fan instead was disowned by am dad for being a
traitor. My mother who was exhausted from dishing out scrumptious finger foods and
maintaining a steady supply of Rasna
for the entire building that had set up a make shift camp in my living room.
The energy in the room was bizarre. Not to mentions the after match analysis that could put Harsha Bhogles expertise to shame .
Every
time an Indian batsmen got out, I remember Ba who was all of 79 back then would hurl choicest Gujarati abuses at the opposing team. At times she was far more interesting that the game
itself. Every time we won there was a feast and every time we lost, we sulked our
hearts out, but only till the next series was announced.
One
of my most found Cricket memory was when Sourav Ganguly
celebrated our win by removing his shirt on the Lord's balcony in London on 13th July'02 after India beat England in the Natwest triangular series one-day final.
Winning the toss, England batted to build a huge total of 325. With a
daunting target to chase, India started well with Sehwag and Ganguly going
berserk. Although stuttering after a brief collapse at 146-5, our survivors Yuvraj & Kaif bailed us out and scripted an epic victory to win the Natwest Trophy. After 13 years, I still
have goose bumps when I watch the final moments form the match that day, what a victory, what celebrations, Ah Memories...
Those
were the days…
I say that because am married to a man, who like my brother, is also
a traitor. He detests cricket and every time he catches me watching a match, he
would sarcastically announce, its all fixed, don’t waste your emotions on this. It’s
the time that I hate him the most…
After my marriage, Every match season I miss my family immensely.
I miss the phone calls from dad for quick match updates. I miss my grandma who
did special rounds of her prayer beads just so that Indian could win… I miss the bond that Cricket had garnered
between me and them over the years…
Though
I can’t go back in time and get it all back, R.I.P. Grandma, but I can still
make the most of the situation. With the all new UC browser and its fantastic plug-in
UC Cricket , I can still work and stay connected to the game.
Sure, I can recreate the same scene of my living room from 15 years back. But now since am connected to cricket via the UC cricket, all my match updates stay on my screen while I dish out another awesome post. So the next time around when India is playing, may be a Skype session with Pa would bring us back together, just like the old times…
Sure, I can recreate the same scene of my living room from 15 years back. But now since am connected to cricket via the UC cricket, all my match updates stay on my screen while I dish out another awesome post. So the next time around when India is playing, may be a Skype session with Pa would bring us back together, just like the old times…
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