went to rohan's house to see the final.
there was a gaggle of chigs there. now, i've always have had a 'hello-bye' relationship with the chigs, save a few good ones, but what some of them did today was unpardonable.

sin 1
zahir had just gone for 15 in his first. srinath had beet thwacked in his first too. cypher said that now sourav would call in nehra. so this chig says, "vo bhi pitega. fir harbu ko lao. vo pitega, fir kumble ko lao."

mera matha t'hanka

go. leave. unless you have explicit support for india, leave. he shut up. i appreciate people who accept their mistakes.

but there were others who took up his cause.

sin 2
"why can't i be patriotic without having to support the indian team?"

"the same way you can't be a promiscuous virgin or a peace-loving terrorist.", i retorted. cricket is a matter of pride for india, hence, having accepted this statement, you should support the indian team only.

i thought that would be the end of it. but no. there was this bastard who was cheering everytime gilchrist hit a boundary and ooh-ing in apparent despair when the ball was intercepted on other occasions. As such, we were tolerating him.

sin 3
Then he said, "Nehra ko kutte ki tarah dhone vaale hai", we were all like, "saale mooh band rakh".

as the saying goes, though, the shameless are always happy. so he countered, "is my saying going to change anything?" what a lousy bastard. obviously it won't. but then again, calling a person names does not make her so, but it does infuriate her, does it not? i had the pressing urge to belt out some choice abuses addressing his family just to make my point, but i held my peace.

in the end, though, the negative energy in the room was just too much for anything. i am with my brothers and sisters in this time of grief. this calls for revenge, primal and exact.