IPL 3.0 really came to life in the match between Chennai Sooperr Kings and King’s macho XI when Yuvraj Singh, the prince with a paunch, reverse-swept Murali for four, took the smile off the face of Chennai’s sexiest cheer-leader Krishnamachari Srikkanth and then shouted to the world, like a raging bull in full cry, “Today I am finally getting some !!!” while in the background, lesser lights like Chawla were seen asking, with an earnestness bordering on sadness— “Aur mere liye?”
It’s this kind of Nityananda “entertainment ka baap” moments that we want from IPL —-not things like Murali Katrik using loop and flight to prevent Dravid from going inside-out kind of crickety stuff.
After KKR, the King’s XI is my favorite IPL team. While KKR resembles a team of stately elder gentlemen in a hospice waiting for death to come, King’s XI is like a team of high school boys, high on testosterone, under the stewardship of a hot geography teacher with each stereotype of the school sports team finding representation—-the handsome (Irfan), once-handsome (Yuvraj), the corpulent (Ramesh Powar), the chikna (Chawla), the talentless-who-owes-his-place-in-team-to-friend (Kaif) and the utterly pyscho (Sreesanth).
But all this till next season where my likings will once again be re-aligned as players are re-distributed and two more franchises come into the mix—–Kochi Krotchuggers and Pune Punies or whatever they will choose to call themselves. The insane amount of money thrown into buying these two cities is of course the talk of the town with many people with a keen interest in religion talking of Lalit Modi as an avatar of Kuber. But what aroused my interest was the Shashti Twittoor backed Rendezvous group of whom no one had heard much of. I suspect, like many others, that this might be front for Simi Garewal and the team strategy might consist of creating a group of zombies in white, who will whisper in people’s ears their motto—“We may reveal our gameplans but never our age”. I recommend Shahid Afridi, the ageless, to be the captain for this franchise. Sreesanth is frankly better off where he is.
The Pune franchise going to the Sahara group was disappointing. Because I personally was rooting for Saif-Kareena. Not just because then Pune would fill its team with size-0 cricketers like Agarkar, but because there is no sight more entertaining in the world (other than Shahrukh Khan waving to his devotees with that smug look on his face) than to see Kareena and Saif’s public displays of affection as Saif looks to the camera with a “See how hot my girl-friend is” and Kareena flutters her eyelids “See how hot I am”— a sight I am sure we would have seen every strategic break.
Ah well. Life is not perfect.
But then again, sometimes it is. (Picture courtesy Anandabazar)