Bhadrar Pachali

On public demand the 3 parts together(edited & updated) for the first time…
Here it goes……

Baruipur holo oti kukhato sthan
bohu mental patient setha kore odisthan
tahar moddhe jini number one hon
tahari pachali ami korchi bornon
naam tar holo giye bhadra abhi
kaajkormo kichue nei, kathi kora hobby
tar mortodham e agomon er itihash holo-
puro attention diye sobai koro seta follow
ager jonme se sorgyo-dhamer darwan chilo
sekhan theke prithibite demoted holo
jaliye berato sekhane se sob debotare
irritated surogon gono petition kore
bole “swarga theke maltake tarao ebar”
keu keu chepe dhore hari r collar
bollo tara harike “tui holi paler goda
kobe taracchish maltake bol haramjada”(ma-bonera ei sobder sthan e ‘beep’ uccharon korte paren)
aboseshe sri hari ordinance dilo
“aji hote bhadra abhi deported holo
ei siddhanter repurcation dangerous hobe
mortobashi bacha bacha khisti amay debe
tader upor bhadra dara bohu atyachar hobe
tai as compensation tara ‘katrina kaif’ pabe
ar ekta prediction kore pheli ebar
bhadra er kirtikahini ghoorbe mukhe sobar
beche thaktei e cheler 1000 statue hobe
regular kak-era tatey ‘potty’ kore jabe”
erpor sri hari ekta short break nilo
champagne ar dollar er phowara uthilo
debotara anondete pagol hoye galo
background e ‘kajrare’ bajite lagilo
sorgete punoray shanti phire elo
mortobashir suffering er quota suru holo
bhadra jedin prithibite 1st appearence dilo
tar hamba hamba chitkare jogot mukhorito holo
sob poshu pakhir kaan jhalapala holo
pakhira sob bharat chere bangladesh palalo
sekhane tara refugee hoye theke galo
ration card voter id kichu nahi pelo
char peye pranira holona border paar
dui desher majhkhane je chilo katatar
frustrated hoye they prayed to sri hari
kachumachu hoye hari bollo “I’m sorry”
“mairi bolchi okey niye ar parchilam na guru
amar suffering sesh hoyeche tomaderta suru
chaile tomra ei cheleke di kokiler swar ”
kintoo tatey kokilder apotti ghorotor
sobai mile brainstorming korte laglo
at last monushyo swar finalize holo
awaz bodlaleo cheler shobhab change na hoy
ghas khay ar mathe gathe chore se beray
tai tar jonno khoja holo ekta gowal
gowaler naam chilo ‘b d memorial’
sekhane manush korar hazar cheasta holo
teacherera regular takey thangate laglo
kintoo ei theory tar goray chilo golod
gadha pitiye manush isin’t applicable for ‘Bolod’
ei situation e kobi ki bolten ami jani
“REKHECHO BHADRA KORE MANUSH KORONI”
teacherder sob cheasta jokhon holo fail
punishment holo suru phele diye scale
classer baire sorboda se korto adhisthan
‘Outstanding’ studentder moddhey 1no sthan
jonopriyotay tar level chilo irshonio
‘ABhadra’ bole dakey jara bondhusthaniyo…
bondhuder sathe jokhon se mondarmoni gelo
prokritir sobha dekhe chosma haralo (ekhane prokriti mane nature noy…..)
lal kakrar chobi se jokhon tulte jay
bacchara chepe dhore pocket kete nay
raichak swimming pool e tar pa kete jay
shurusha karini ke dekhe se kende phele prai
tarpor buffet e emon khawa khelo
kottripokkho pordin theke item komalo
ebar ektu future cholo chole jai
saal 2012 ‘world’s end’ ar deri nai
prithibi bachanor sob cheasta fail hoye galo
haal chere istonaam sobe jopte laglo
scientist ra mondir giye sankirtan kore
sadhu sonnashi ra jay chandni bar e
ekdin Buddhadev swapnadesh pelo
debi roope Mamata abhirbhoota holo
bollo’ prithibi bachanor upay ektai
tar jonno bhadra ke manush kora chai’
e ashombhob kaaj ki adao kora jabe?
rastrapunje sobe mile ei kothai bhabe
oboseshe Osama bin laden dilen bidhan
‘biye dao bhadrar ‘- etai somadhan
jedin theke bhadra abhi bibahito holo
se ar bhadra roilono , ‘MANUSH HOYE GELO’
prithibi dhongsher hoye gelo somadhan
ei holo bhadrer mohan ‘attobolidaan’
eti bhdrar panchali hoilo khatam
users guide boli sunoho akhon
e pachali ekmone je korbe shrobon
chul pore tak pabe chander moton
bisesh kore 1st april korle pothon
chaturborgo phal labh hoibe tokhon
chul er songe tar daant o pore jabe
choshma ar hearing aid lagate hobe
jodi keu rock & roll surey pachaliti pore
ekta noy dosta matha hobe tar ghare
rap kore e pachali gaile jeno
gayer rong pabe alkatra somo
tobe himesh er sur e keu eta path korona
public hebbi kelabe keu banchabena
e pachali jodi karo bhalo lege thake
rochonakar ke shadhubad koro prottyeke
e panchali jodi karo bhalo nahi lagey
bhadra ke jutopeta koro sobar agey
pachali sesh holeo thaklo pore resh
kobir kothay “sesh hoyeo jeno hoilo na sesh”…….

(Regardless of the enormous number of threats & warning that I got from Bhadra I am posting this publicly. Pray for me)

Beltala Blues

During my driving days I realized that driving was easy but getting 'license to drive' was the tricky part. As my classes were on the verge of end, the thought of failing in driving exam started creeping into my mind. There was as such no valid reason for it but somehow I was not at all satisfied about my driving skills. If it was me taking my exam I would have surely failed myself. Blame it on my cab driver who is excellent behind the wheels & the dream of driving like him in those 15 days made me sulk. The only change I noticed was the attitude of my teacher during the last few days. He transformed from his criticizing self to an encouraging self & was even encouraging me in my mistakes. I suppose the reason behind it might be the 'Gurudakshina' (some extra income), which I promised to pay if I passed the exam.
The D-day was near. The two devils I mentioned before (Biswal & Ojha) had already passed their exams. They told about their experience, gave me tips for success & eventually made me more nervous.
On that day I reached at 1 pm at Maddox Square (a place with many old memories not relevant to this topic though). The place was a complete chaos. There were people of all shapes & sizes, cars of prehistoric ages & a few people from the training centers. But the most awaited one was no where seen. We waited & waited like a band on Romeo's waiting for Juliet to appear. But time was precious so we all were given a trial run before the final exam. As always there was gender bias-ness & we had our turn after the fairer sex finished the trial. The person from the training center was a grumpy man (as told before by Biswal) & was misbehaving with everyone ,except a few ,(bias-ness one more). This time the car did not stop while starting. I was regaining my confidence. Next was trial for signal test. We were made to stand in a line. One of them started shouting 'Right turn, Left turn, Starting signal.......' & we were showing those. This reminded me of my school days where we did PT during sports class. I was doing as miserable as I did during those PT classes. My terrible sense of direction made the situation more worse. It takes time for me to determine what is left & right. Blame my apolitical outlook for this. So I decided to do 'follow the leader' & started  doing exactly what the person in front was doing. Next was the turn for the actual exam.
After a wait of 3 hours our Juliet finally appeared. Well, he can surely give a competition to the annoying girlfriends who keeps you waiting for hours. Our group was quickly divided into 4 subgroups & were posted at 4 corners of the park. First it was gender bias-ness once more. He was sitting in the front seat beside the driver & 4 persons were told to enter the Maruti 800, one in front, 3 behind. When the first one finished his test he was deserted at the middle of the road & another from the back seat occupied his place. This process continued till all the 4 were done with. Next they picked up 4 more from the nearest available corner. There was another Training car following the maruti 800 with another 4 persons for situations when there was no nearest corner available. To top it up one of the training center guy was jogging beside the test car giving instructions to the driver. Now you can figure out the speed with which we were driving. In our case the Grumpy guy started running. 'Well, now I realize the cause of his grumpiness.' 
When it was my turn to take the drivers seat, he asked me my name. I replied. 'Well I did answer the first question right'. Next he ordered to start the car. I started the engine, pressed the clutch, shifted gear & did the most difficult task successfully. 'to lose your gear in 5 seconds without stopping the car.' Well I did it. Done with the hard part. I was so overwhelmed with my success that I did not realize that my car was going to bump into a parked car. The constant shouting from outside made me take control of the steering & I quickly shifted to second gear. 'Stop here' he ordered. My driving test was over. With rats running inside my stomach(due to both tension & hunger) I returned to the starting place. The successful candidates were returned their applications whereas the failed one complained, argued, begged for another chance. I got my application back. After everyone was done with their test we were routed to Motor Vehicles office at Beltala. It was 5 mins walk from the Park. Now my long legs & young age came into use. I quickly took top gear & overtook most of them & finished among the top 5 at the office. Well I deliberately left a few people in front of me as I was reluctant to be the first one. At the signal test the first signal which I showed was wrong. 'Oh shit, not this time. This was supposed to be the easy part. I don't want to fail here. God, please save me.' My prayers were heard and God sent his angel. 'So you live in Rajpur?' I heard another voice. Yes' , I replied. 'I also live there' the Angel replied. My Angel was in form of a old person working there who was checking my documents. I started chatting with him & suddenly realized that my test was abruptly over & another person was giving the signal test. But the Blues did not end there. Due to server issue we had to go there the next day for the photograph & signature. Well that's another story.

Hirak Rajar Deshe

'Aha ki durghondho akashe batashe....

Rastar manhole, khola porey  - sishu khele tari pasey...'

Bagha: "Accha Gupi'da. Eta ki Hiroker desh naki Noroker desh? E to bhromon na norokjontrona?"

Gupi:  "Boroi birombona. Chol jai Rajar sobhay. Dekhi okhane ki hoy."

Hirok Rajar Sobha..... 

 Raja: "Bolo monrti ki khobor?"
  

Montri: "Hujur khobor ta besh jobor

             Lok palokera bikkhubddho

             tara daklo je juddho"
  

Raja: "bolo ki ekebare juddho?

          jane na tate Raja hobben kruddho?"
  

Montri "Janei to esob kotha

            tate nei je tader mathabetha

            corruption er dhuo tule

            lok khepacche sobe mile"

Raja: "Bote! tader eto aspordha!!!

          Rajare korche obogga

          ache er ektai dawai"
  

Somobeto konthe: "Mogoj dholai mogoj dholai"
   

Bikhubdho Montri: "ote hobena kono kaaj

                               jonogon seyana, hey moharaaj"

Raja: " Tomar kotha keno sunbo?

           tumi to hey Bikkhubdho

           Janona? eki porinotoi sob andolon

            mostiskho prokkhalon"
  

Bidushok: "apni bhule jacchen ki moharaj, apnara je sobai mudrar epeeth ar opeeth. Corruption er byapare sobai je soman apnara."

Raja: "Eki kotha Bidushok

          chondo mela je aboshok

         bolcho keno kotha bhinno?

         tomar kaaj je sudhu lok hashano"

Bidushok: "ki kori bolun moharaj, apnara nijerai ja sob kando korchen tatei lok hasahashi korche. amake ar sei kaj korte hobe na. Ei nin istofa amar."

Montri: "tumi ekta chamar"

(Bidushok er prosthan)

Raja: "jotosob ajob kotha
         poramorsho dicche britha
         kal jodie hoy  indropoton
         amar shonsar ke thelbe tokhon?
         bidushok ta maha bellik"

Somobeto kontho: "thik thik thik"

Montri:"shanto hon raja moshai
            korchen ki rager mathay?
           nijer mukhe swikar kore?
           bansh nicchen nijer ghare
           daran, ektu matha khatai
           baar kori ekta dawai.

(Montri matha khatano suru korlo.)

Bikkhubdho montri: "ektu amod cholbe naki?
                                sonaona ekta jibonmukhi" (gayok montrir uddeshey)

Kotoi rongo dekhi duniay....
obhai bhai re..
kotoi rongo dekhi duniay

ami jedeek e takai obak bone jai

kul kinara khuje nahi paire...o bhai
Bhalo je se election e haare
Mondo je se singhason e chore
Krisoker e jomi, hoy rahajani
pujipoti, aro dhoni hoy re...

o bhai kotoi rongo dekhi duniay..

Rin er bojha deshe abostha sorboneshe

Kalo taka Swiss Bank moy re...o bhai...
   

Raja: "Thamao akhon , sotyo-bhashon

          chile 'Kobi' korlam montri

           hoye gele je sorojontri!!!

          amar kheye amar porey

          amari diccho khoti kore?

          esob ki kore mana jay?"

Somobeto kontho: "bhari onnay bhari onnay"

Raja: "aj theke tumi nirbashito
           media coverage theke bonchito"

(Matha nichu kore Gayok er prosthan.)

Raja:"joto sob apod amar kopale
          pondit kichudin har jalale
         dilam kore mogoj dholai
         ekhon beta coaching chalay
         ebar elen kon anna
         tini je abar kichue khanna"

Montri:  "bujhi na jonogoner kheyal
              ekjoner anoshone sobai behal
              nakheye morlo koto, holo koto amlasol"

Somobeto kontho: "tokhon to keu koreni hottogol?"

Raja: "ekhon ki hobe upay?
         palabodol je thekano daay"

Bikkhubdho Montri: "Upay bar hoye jabe
                               etar o sei haal korte hobe
                               sob andolon er je haal hoy"

Raja: "Ki se upay ki se upay?"

Montri: "kichu dabi mana holey
             jonogon sob jabe bhule
             tarpor sei purano koushol"

Somobeto kontho: "benojol benojol"

Bagha; "sorbonash kotha je Gupi'da. Era to ei andolon takeo sesh kore debe. Ekbar rajnitir rong lagle ki ar kichu kora jabe?"

 Gupi: "Hoyto kichu kora jabe na. Tobu ekta cheasta to kora holo. Ke bolte pare bhobishot e ki lekha ache.  Totodin je amader lorai chaliye jete hobe."

(Gupi, Bagha r prosthan........)

My Experiments with the four wheels

“A lot can happen over a cup of coffee”. Yes, you are right. Its the tagline of a famous coffee joint. But I was amazed to see how this line will prove to be true for my life. Well not exactly, but little modified. A lot can happen in a tea break.
It was just an ordinary day, same work, same colleagues, same workstation & most importantly the same office. Me, Biswal & Ojha went down to have a cup of tea (the only refreshment in the monotonous software ordeal). The only time we could rest our straining fingers (due to excessive social networking & chats) & see the beauty of this nature (mostly from the office opposite to ours).
Suddenly Biswal told that “Me & Ojha are planning to learn driving & get a license before we leave Kolkata”. They were about to leave Kolkata soon. “We have called a person from the driving school & he will be arriving in any minute” he told. I had always nurtured the dream of driving a Merc or BMW. The main obstacle to it was my lack of driving knowledge (ignoring the fact that neither I own a Merc or BMW nor have the money to own it in future).
“I will learn too.” I told.
He came in a green old maruti 800 , the one model which is obsolete now a days. Since Ojha & Biswal were in a hurry to get the license he told them to get the required docs & photo on that day only. So my dear friends deserted me infront of the office gate & went inside to get the docs.
“We will start with you.” he told. “In the mean time they can get those docs”. “But I was here for a cup of tea only” I mumbled but my words seemed to be unheard by him. “we will start with the theory first & then we’ll start driving”. Have I heard theory? The word theory never sounded so beautiful. “ok” I replied. He asked me to get in the drivers seat & showed me the ABC of the car, the gear box & then the order came. “ok, now you start the car”. “Me? Are you kidding me? Why don’t we do a little more theory, I am good at that. What will happen to me now?” all those questions were pouncing on my head as I started the engine, pressed clutch, shifted to 1st gear, released the gear & finally closed my eyes. “Oh God , Please save me. why on earth did I told those devils that I want to learn driving?” But to my surprise the car kept on moving. My hands were folded in prayer, eyes shut closed in order to avoid the view of the car crashing into something or someone. “What should I do now? should I jump out of that small window or should I yell out for help? ” When I opened my eyes I saw the instructor operating the car. “Thank god they have an extra pair of clutch & brake in that car. Now I feel safe.” The next danger was just over the next turn. The main road. “Shouldn’t we practice in open field first & later hit the road?” I asked but my trainer denounced my suggestion. I could see buses, cars & even cycles & pedestrians overtaking my car as we were driving at a 5km/hr speed on the main road.
In a few classes confidence grew & 5 was changed to 15 to 25 to 30km/hr. Now I was able to overtake the cycles. Meanwhile Biswal & Ojha were taking the lesson too & as expected doing better than me. Every time they will tell me how the drove or what speed they took making me more miserable. “Guys, why me? why you are not picking someone of your own size? If you devils were not there in my life I wouldn’t have been struck here in the first place. Well classes went by, my number of mistakes kept on increasing. Car stopping in the traffic, continuous honking by others made me more & more nervous but still somehow I fought my way out of in those 15 days & got the most important lesson in driving. Its just “how to loose your clutch in five seconds”.
PS: Now I have passed the driving test & on the verge of getting the license. So now you can see how a tea break have changed my life. I just went for a cup of tea & returned with the knowledge of ABC extending to the addition of another photo id to my kitty.

a B-Grade Day..

Just before the dirty mind comes into action let me confirm that this post not regarding the first thing that come to your mind after reading this headline. So if you are disappointed to hear this then please don't read any further.
The B-Grade here is a parade ground for the army, located in Kolkata a place for political meetings & rallies. Now its turn to disappointed the political brains. This post is not at all politically motivated & is an effort to view those days from the eyes of a Common man.
Brigade cholo is a common line for the bengalis. A recent survey showed that its the 3rd common word spoken by bengali people in their  day to day life. (The first & second being shala & #@%^&*@ )
Before knowing their home address each kid gets to learn the address of Brigade parade ground. And this is due to the flurry of rallies held there by the Left-Right & Centre.
 The word Brigade cholo though having different meaning for different people.
For the top level leaders -an acid test , an opportunity to show their strength & to see the opponent party's strength (in terms on the total headcount).
The second , third, other tier leaders- Obey what the high command orders & make sure the attendance is not less than a lakh.
Hardcore supporters- Giving the attendance.
Crowd- Be a part of the Crowd, get entertained, a free meal. You never know that it could be your lucky day- your face being shown on TV. If you get a chance to give a bite(though 90% of those are fixed beforehand) - then it could be the most memorable day in your life.
Common man- Traffic jam, packed bus-trains or a holiday.
Now as you are aware of the topic lets discuss how I felt in the latest Brigade cholo day.
Since I am fortunate enough to live in the urban area &  sensible enough to let go an opportunity of a free meal & sight seeing, I try to stay away from this area as far as possible. But it would be unfair to say that the thrill of riding an overcrowded matadoor or the  fun of being in the crowd of thousands never crossed my imagination. But the responsibility of being The Common Man made me abstain these Funs of life.
Coming back to the topic , it was called by the ruling party & was a sahid dibos as well as a bijoy dibos for them. (though both of the days had no connection with one another). But it was different. A total change from the earlier Brigades. There was song (not gonosangeet), dance , performance alowgwith the regular schedule of boktrita & gurubondona (I will come to it later). It was Shatabdi & Debashree dancing in the rain but not to the usual tune or usual manner in which we have seen them before. The tollywood hero Dev made a special appearance & his act was unusual too. He started singing(in a pathetic voice) Paglu , thora sa karle romance.!!!  The rainy weather was perfect for romancing but the ambiance was not. Well , I think he was not aware of the event properly or else he could have sung dadu (read dada here) gelo chomke. 
But our veteran actors & new born politicians were not that dumb. Mr Tapas Pal sung  ay amar guru-dokkhina, guru ke janai pronam (we can ignore the gender error here). Well he should really thank the Supremo for reviving his acting career as well as giving him an alternate career.
Mr Chiranjeet did Sudhu Tomar Bani Noy Hey Bandhu Hey Priyo. Majhe Majhe Prane Tomar Paros Khani Diyo . Now please ignore my dirty mind if the word porosh bears more than one meaning for me. Mr Mullik too was present but I think the crowd would have been happier to see her daughter instead. One thing which impressed me the most is that the CM let the entertainment part in the hand of professionals this time & she herself stayed away from any such acts. Well, till this part I was referring to Star Anondo. Now as I came to 24 Ghonta it was the Lords test (100th between India & England , 2000 in overall history of cricket). The 24 Ghonta channel were more focused in international matter rather than petty local politics (no pun intended).
This is a snapshot of what happened in the two channels during that day.
12PM :
Star Anondo- Bristi upekkha kore brigade e jono jowar. Kolkata police shustho bhabe Traffic niyontron korche. Jan cholachol shabhabhik.
24Ghonta- Brigader chape sohorer nabhishah. Jan cholachol stobdho.
1 PM:
Star Anondo- Katare katare manush Brigade mukhi. Manusher utsaher samne bristi o har mene gelo.
 24Ghonta- Aj Lords test suru hocche.
2 PM:
Star Anondo- Apnara dekhchen Brigade er chobi sorasori star anonde.
 24Ghonta- Dhoni toss jitey fielding nilen. Oitihashik test suru hote ar kichukhon.
3 PM: 
 Star Anondo- Aj ek Oitihashik muhurter sahhki hoye roilo ei Brigade. Mukkho montri tar Sombhabbho kormosuchi janlen. Agami dos bochor chup kore dekhun - bollen tini.
  24Ghonta- Yuvraj singh baad ar tar jaygay Raina r antorbhukti Sombhabbho bharotiyo ekadosh e.
5 PM: 
Star Anondo- Sobha sesh e mukkhomontrir ahobhane safai kaj suru. Kalker moddhe Brigade purano chehar phire pacche, janalen tini.
 24Ghonta-  Eta ki manuser Brigade na aborjonar brigade?? Bisesh protbedon sondhey 7 tay.

---from the eyes of a Common Man---

GONODHOLAI

Gonodholai: According to the latest addition in oxford dictionary “Its a sort of group activity/ adventure sports for normal people (Aam aadmi) in which their primal instinct gets a boost ”
It can be found everywhere around the world (by different names off course)and also in some species of primates (Chimpanzees, Monkeys & some others representing our ancestors).
Let us first know what is gonodholai & how it is performed…. In India its mainly found in the eastern regions (West Bengal & surroundings) where a particular form of ‘One to Many’ relationship can be seen. Here One is the recipient and Many are the donors. The One gets thrashed by the Many in many different ways .Please note : here each individual of the Many community has his/her particular ways of delivery & no two ways will match each other(its a scientifically proven fact). The One may sometimes try to protest but in the course of time he/she will submit to the flow & cooperate accordingly. His/ her last act in most cases is to have a good day (sometimes night too) sleep lasting from hours up-to eternity. The police & hospital & burning ghats do play an important part in this process (mostly after the whole act is over though sometimes the police becomes a part of Many in places like UP , Bihar ect but in Kolkata they remain mostly as a spectator).
Lets see who are the people in One community: It can be anyone like petty thieves, pick pockets, ’suspected’ terrorists , eve teasers, kidnappers, doctors , teachers ,ration dealers or it can be you & me too in our lucky days….
The Many can be any one like other petty thieves, pick pockets, ’suspected’ terrorists , eve teasers, kidnappers, doctors , teachers ,ration dealers or it can be you & me too in our lucky days. 
Lets get into business & list the advantages of this gonodholai.
1) Its an adventure sports for the bengalis , or rather the only adventure sports if you take out hanging from bus/ local trains.
2) The second most source of entertainment , first being watching zero hour in doordarshan.
3) Its the only way the bengalis can shed their soft image & show the world that they are man too.
4) One of the main source of venting our frustrations & anger. Any normal bong (beaten by wife, thrashed by boss, cheated by grocer & robbed by the local club for puja’r chanda) can feel like superman while involved in a gonodholi.
5) The female population are not only left as cheerleaders & they too actively participate in this sports , their means includes using of sandals. broom, belan or fingernails or tearing off cloths or pulling the hair or excessive screaming in front of the ear resulting in temporary or permanent loss of hearing. So its another way to show that the fairer sex can do what the stronger sex does.
6) It builds a team spirit among the Many as they forget all their important personal issues & work side by side. So it can be used as a medium for promoting national harmony.
7) Not only the Many but the One is also benefited by this act. He gets body massage, sometimes hair cut (with Ghol added as a hair pack) & facial (by shoe polish) & most importantly a medical checkup absolutely free. He can learn unknown facts about his birth & family during this act & also gets some new names too.
This list can continue further but lets end this topic here by asking my dear friends to please participate generously in this act (whenever you get a chance).

The CUP of LIFE…

Anhoni ko honi karde Honi ko anhoni Ek jaga jab jama ho teeno Rajni, Ghajni aur Dhoni.
One deadly trio indeed. Mr Ghajni with a brand new mustache, Rajni , bald black completely different from the South movies & Dhoni , a confident , calm, but determined warrior. End result- We won the World cup 2011.
but was it that much simple?
Well let me recollect the world cup memories & incidents. sure it was far more exiting & melodramatic.
Opening Ceremony: It was held at Bangladesh & was the same old cliche type ceremony with the only highlight being the captains entering the stadium riding on a RICKSHAW. (Hope roads in Bangladesh were better than what we have here & the captains did not have a bumpy ride.) Well, the cup proved to be a bumpy ride for some of them, Strauss & Ponting amongst the few.
Opening Match: It was India vs Bangladesh, the Giants vs the Giant killers (hope you have not forgot last wc). Our openers made sure that nothing of that sort happened in that match & India had a comfortable win (with some minor hiccups in the bowling & fielding dept). Shewag scored a wonderful century & that was the end of Shewag performance for this WC. There were a few Sparks here & there in the later matches but nothing thats can be called a Shewag like innings.
The Great TIE: ICC should award a special Trophy to the England team for making the 50 over format interesting. All of their matches were exiting,nail-biting & not for people with weak hearts. This was nothing different, perhaps the most exiting of all. It started with the 98th international ton of the master followed by a collapse after his departure. It reminded us of the old times (during Azhar’s captaincy) when India’s win or loss was determined by the Master’s performance & rest of the team playing role of extras. Strauss countered with a 150 but due to some fine death bowling by the Indians & some sloppy ones from likes of Chawla & Nehra we had a tie.
People started questioning about the inclusion if Chawla in the team & even doubted if there was some Dostana between Mahi & Chawla.
Ireland Match: India was supposed to win the match & they did win. Ireland though defeating England in the previous match could not do anything special in this match. The highlight was the Birth of All rounder Yuvraj (a fifer & a fifty).
The All Rounder off the field started performing on the field too.
Netherland match: Same result as the Ireland match. While the Master did not bother to perform against these Minnows Yuvi was busy in Grabbing the MoM awards for his kitty.
SA match: Another big match & 99th century for the master. After he departs Sten gunned down others to restrict India below 300. Another nail-biter but the host lost it.
This match gave birth to the line “Behind every successful batsman there is a Kamran Akmal & in front of every successful batsman there is a Ashish Nehra ”
WI match: With the team already in the quarters it was just a matter of deciding the order in which the teams will finish. Yuvi bagged another MoM & suddenly the bowling started looking formidable. India finished 2nd & faced Australia in quarters.
People thought loosing this match would have been much better option as facing Australia so early was risky for our team.
Revenge of 2003 : Finals: Revenge never tasted so sweet. At last the it was sure that Australia wont win this time. Ponting made a serious effort to extend his cricketing life & scored a century but Indians demolished all his hopes.
Latest news being he is out of the captaincy & waiting for his pink slip from the team.
Mother of all Matches: India vs Pak it was in the semis. Everyone was expecting Sachin’s 100th ton in this match & it seemed that Pakistan was eager for it too. In order to be a part of such an historical moment they dropped 4 sitters of the Master. But the Master found that derogatory & at last ended his torturous batting display (most unlikely of him).
One interesting comment made here was “Sachin should walk off if Pak misses another catch”. India finished at 260 thanks to Raina for a cool head. His inclusion in the team changed the attitude in the field. India was saving 20-30 runs in the field. The bowlers did a superb job & Nehra proved his worth by a good display of bowling & 260 was more than enough in the end. Misbah did the role of a tragic hero in this match.(Same as first T20 wc final)
The Nehra jokes stopped from that day.
Haawa chal gayi zoron ki
Maar di humne Goron ki
Phir bari thi Haram khoron ki
Aur aj bari hain Sita ke choron ki……..
The Grand Finale: The stage was set , the two best team against each other, everyone except Poonam Pandey’s parents were Bleeding Blue on that day. The born cheaters Lankans started cheating from the toss & Sanga made sure that he was on the winning side of the toss.(That was the only win for Lanka on that day)
Zaheer started with a dream spell to restrict the openers. Mahela ended with a great Ton.
Now everyone was expecting Sachin’s reply. But it was anti climax in the 1st over itself. Shewag out. Sachin showed his brilliance but Malinga proved to be better on that day.
Hopes started diminishing but the young team India fought back. First it was Virat & Gambhir. Then Dhoni joined the party. The best move of this world cup. Everybody knew Yuvi’s weakness against Murli so Dhoni stepped in & after Gambhir left his century on the ground he & Yuvi finished it off. The last hit , a SIX from the Captain. A perfect ending to the match.
Post match there was the victory lap in which team India carried Sachin in place of the trophy. The comment from Virat showed the emotions & respect for the Master “He(Sachin) has been carrying the whole nation on his shoulder for 21 years. Today it is our turn to carry him.”
Munaf missed the victory lap & Poonam got absconded from that day. Mahi shaved his head & still Poonam is missing.