It might be the start of summer vacations for the man of my house but sadly at the same time, it’s the beginning of a hot and dry summer for me. I am talking about of course the yearly national spectacle – the T20 Indian Premier League (IPL).
The first time I opened my Facebook today, I was flooded with the various teams, the changes in the profile pictures, the ads, the news, the celebrity pictures and what not. I wanted to scream from the bottom of my stomach – guys, I care a damn about this. Yet, the hoopla and hype around this extravagant, flashy event is out there for all to see, in your face. It was greatly frustrating but unavoidable.
Firstly, let me get it clear – I absolutely don’t have anything against the IPL event as such. If people decide to make a circus out of cricket, throw in some parts of Bollywood, fashion, blonde chicks dancing to bhangra, celebrities and parties into it, spend humongous amounts of money, resources, water and energy to make it a success and again be foolish enough and waste their hard earned money and time on four hours of absolute madness every day, then it is their choice. Please go ahead.
It is when this hyper obsession with the event gets inside my house and interferes with its harmony and normal functioning that I have a problem. I, basically, could not understand the original motivation behind starting an interstate, completely commercial cricket tournament, when we already had the test matches, the numerous one day series, one day world cup, T20 world cup and what not. If there is a national match, I can at least have some loyalty to my country, cheer for it and enjoy the spirit. But what can I say about the vehemently cricket fanatical hubby who belongs to none of the 9-10 playing state teams and yet gets all excited and worked up just watching an average match between two abysmal teams?
The die-hard cricket fan he is – he argues that it’s cricket as sport which he enjoys. The style, the craft and the talent. What bullshit? Any paanchvi paas person can tell that there is nothing other than ‘tamasha’ in it. So apart from the obvious, here below are some of the very irritating and unfortunately true reasons why I have a problem with getting involved in this entire IPL frenzy.
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