IPL and its side effects!

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Sitting in Café Coffee Day with D and thirty odd youngsters on Sunday I was keeping one eye on the thrashing that the Royals from Rajasthan were dishing out to the Chennai Super Kings. The camaraderie in the coffee shop was unmistakable with everyone (the guys) rooting for the local team. Women were scarce and they were outnumbered by a factor of 10:1. We were one of the three couples in the store and like me the other guys were keeping one eye on the screen and trying to look sufficiently disinterested in the game (it’s a bad idea to give importance to something / someone else when you are out with a lady, trust me). After the local team was superbly bowled out the café got deserted. The three couples (us included) and a handful of guys remained. Our pretended disinterest ended for a brief moment when a catch was dropped of the Royals; instantaneously all the men jumped / moaned / groaned / threw up hands in frustration while all the women gave a weird look at their men that translated to “these guys will never change, we always loose out to cricket”.

Sorry D, sometimes we never grow up!

Comments

  1. The Pseudonym6:37 pm

    can't help it. this model of men are programed to get excited about almost any sport.the way i cheered for the T20 World cup finals...some women from next door slapped a restraining order.Women..

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  2. Divia11:44 am

    its not the only time you ve done that... whether its CCD or Home the effect is the same and i dont take it to heart. At such times i think of a small boy with ice candy. Can you make him take his eyes off it?!

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  3. Occasional Brilliance11:53 am

    i meet tanuj maybe 4 times in a year. in the entire year!!! and cricket would still come first...

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  4. Ashika9:57 pm

    ...and there are times when we dont grow up too...then, dont forget to not forget your cricket episodes!!

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  5. Anonymous10:00 am

    hahaha.. my big day is nearing toooo...

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