Listening to the BLUES
I can now say, I told you that. Please take a close look at my blog on Mohali...my take written post the uber hyped India Pak duel. I had said that we will win the World Cup and luck won't be a part of it. It really wasn't.

Captain MSD who looks and feels more like a Vodafone 3 G zoozoo boy than anything else , took decisions that many felt were wrong, yet he let his bat and his captaincy do the talking. Gods intervened and a
billion.two and more prayers helped him is a different matter, so did the other ten in blue who backed him to the hilt as well as the super zoozoos in red led by the redoubtable Gary Kirsten did quietly and efficiently.
I can safely say that the Indian team looked winners throughout even if 1.2 billion people's hearts missed collective beats when that Slinga called Malinga,with his "throwball" action got rid of both the Nawab of Najafgarh and Master Blaster. I was super confident that the Men In Blue wouldn't bleed.
They didn't and we got the cuppa. Does that mean that I am back as a blue blaster on the circuit,that I will once again go crazy with yelling expletives and my own little hijinks and nutty superstitions each time Zak bowls or Raina swats? No siree, I am back in my own cave,hibernating from the effects of a dizzying three games India V Australia where we pouched the roos, or the pumped up Indo-Pak encounter where the Pathan's pets didn't know what hit them where, or the Tigers from Lanka who purred lamely after Dhoni washed them inside out and wrung them to dry.
I plan on boycotting all the IPL action as I did last year, won't be taking a dekho at any other international fixtures either, perhaps what may drag me out of that cave would be an India Aussie series down under, and if we can say Kookoo to the Kookaburras well, perhaps then I would be back to my rabid old days! Cheers till then!





