Pleasant Surprises

It was 20th Oct and I was back home. Out in the market - this time not visiting retailers on HLL duty but doing the same on Mom duty, buying some chicken to be eaten for lunch.
Dad calls up and asks - I have 2 pavillion passes for the NZ-SL Champions trophy match - u wanna go?
Hmmm i say, would i sit at home and fart or would i rather go watch a day and night international match?
Tough decision but then what is life if it isnt even this challenging huh?

So predictably i said YES - all who thought otherwise and read this blog please put your hands up. Fine maybe i shouldnt be using the "read this blog" condition - not the best way to retain the already rare readers of my blog.

But anyway i rush out from my home just as the match is about to start with believe it or not NO company with me - my friends are either working or out of mumbai that day. Such is Life!
But nevertheless i manage to make it to the stadium (after collecting tickets) only to realise that these arent pavillion tickets. One should have been really disappointed with that but really one cant argue with free tickets that seat you right over the sightscreen opposite the pavillion.

So that was it - NZ were 60/3 in the 17th over or so and they crawled and they crawled and they crawled. The bright point was one Murali who bowled a splendid spell and regaled the crowd with wickets. How the crowd found wickets more intersting than runs is beyond me but then to each his own i guess. It was 118/9 and death for NZ till Patel and Vet played sensibly
Vettori finally blew some life into the stadium with an assault on Vaas - 19 runs in an over is always good to watch unless you are Vaas in this case.

The second inning was more entertaining with Jaya(s) and Tharanga playing well. The Jaya(s) include both of the Jayas. Also with Muthu joining in there was some company to see the match with.

The interesting part was when in the second inning not much was happening - so obviously it being an Indian stadium ppl were entertaining themselves by making some noise with the whistle. Here then was a lady dressed in attrocious red pants (no it wasnt spunky - not this one atleast) who thought the sound was maddening especially when nothing was happening. "whats the point in proving ur foolishness" i believe were her exact words. I wish i had a whistle to blow into her ears then but then such is life! If you want to clap politely for a 6 - you are better off at the Lords in 1970. Let Indian Grounds be the celebration of life that they are.

It was a slightly boring match. But a day-night international watched from over the sight screen on a free ticket is a day night international watched from over the sight screen on a free ticket.