Life in the times of IPL

Come IPL and the women start howling. No matter how much we adore the Sachins and Dhonis of the world, it is impossible to tolerate 2 months of continuous cricket. The men tend to be confused as to which team they support. As a result, they watch each and every match. Even if they don't watch, they pretend to be interested! The women have to live with it. You can’t sit in a different room while the television blares out taetaetaetaetae te tain!

Anyway,to survive the trauma here is the list of things that deviated my mind when I didn’t care who went to the play-off’s (not necessarily in the order of their occurrence). Surprisingly enough, most of this 'meaningful' stuff involved women - 

-          Mamata didi dancing on the streets of Kolkota and spending a bomb on celebrations.

-          Zohal Hameed setting a wrong example(!) as a ‘Future Wife’

-          The ugly Poonam Pandey baring it all for KKR

-          Suhana Khan and friends being pulled out by over-enthusiastic daddy a.k.a. KKR owner

-          Some sexy cheer leaders (read: white mischief), some ugly costumes (read: Pune Warriors), The Ambani Glow, The Preity dimples and The Juhi grins...

      I noticed all this more than Gambhir’s cuteness, Virat’s future-captain’able decisions and well, the points table. I read about rave parties, Shahrukh’s ban from Wankhede and the betting scandals. I loathed an over-enthusiastic commentator who would jump at every ball but I loved the look on Gambhir’s face when this commentator moved his palm across his neck in one of the interviews! I noticed how every match ‘accidently’ had a thrilling finish and felt proud to guess who ‘fixed’ whom. It’s not their fault. Afterall, who will watch for two straight months if the game is not invigorating!

IPL has made cricket a fun ride and has certainly drifted it away from the Gentleman’s game status. When the men tally the scores, the women can look for glamour and gossip. And that’s why, I didn’t mind this long season of bat and ball. Sounds utterly distasteful, I know, but at least I’ve found a way to sit in the same room as the Boy when he’s glued to the television screen. You see, this is the kind of stuff that saves marriages! And you see, this is the kind of stuff that goes into "A Wife's Ultimate Guide to Survive IPL".  Needless to say, with all the tamaasha surrounding it, I can't wait for IPL Season 6.