Resurgence

My eyes darted back to the pages which detailed an adventure of Feluda. Virat Kohli had just been removed out of the equation by a superb catch from Dilshan. I cursed myself – ‘Why did I have to watch the match so intently again?’.   I had switched my Totka (Believe me, I really do not know the English term for this word) after the fall of the master’s wicket – I would not concentrate on game but would read Feluda instead. In between my eyes darted to the screen every time a ball was bowled but would withdraw to the book otherwise. It was working fine until I decided to throw caution to the air and started watching the match with intense passion – it was only 5 minutes and Kohli was made to leave the field. Needless to say I sacrificed much of the excitement for the sake of India (I hope someone would document this sacrifice when the history books are written).Simultaneously, I was involved in another interesting Totka – My friend would me...

At the Mecca of World Cricket They call it the ‘Mecca of World Cricket’ – it certainly is especially when you are chanting ‘Korbo, Lorbo, Jeetbo’ along with the capacity crowd (okay it should be the existing capacity crowd. Few blocks of the stadium are closed for renovation/ reconstruction work). I went to watch my first match at Eden (after living in Calcutta for more than 6 years) yesterday with lots of expectations and was not disappointed with what I saw. When I ventured out of my PG at around 2pm, I confronted a raging Sun. As I left the auto 5 minutes later, I was in the advance stages of sweating. However, I must acknowledge I was not properly ‘geared’ to wage on a battle with the mighty sun. With a dark coloured full shirt and jeans, I was inappropriately dressed for the occasion – pointed one of my friends. As always I took it as another testimony of my ‘terrific’ dressing sense. It took sometime before the entire group assembled at the destined pla...