Reflections from the pensieve

Venue: Chinnaswamy Stadium, Bangalore oops sorry Bengaluru, have to be cautious of taking the old names of cities esp after Karan Johar had to ask for an apology when in his movie "wakeup Sid" Mumbai was referred to as Bombay.
anyways sorry for breaking the chain, now to the next detail
Occasion: Champions League opening ceremony (for those who dont know what it is; its cricket dear friends)
Purpose of visit: Watch the cheer leaders, ummmmmm sorry that is secondary. Watch the opening ceremony and the match following it.

well well to start of with we missed the opening ceremony. What the !#@#@#!!! yes that was everyone's reaction. "Dude how can u miss the opening ceremony". my bad my bad people. we got late. and ofcourse shouldnt i bring the traffic and the parking as an excuse :). think i should. took us ages to wade off a horrible traffic and a suitable parking. "but dude u should have gone early" i knw i knw but i work now and cannot evade the work. anyways lets move to the next point. we missed the opening ceremony, were getting a place far off from the cheerleaders and were hoping up and down to find our friend. thanks buddy for arranging the tickets.
we find him but cannot get a place near him; jam packed... anyways two other friends join us. lets join the action people.

Royal challengers bangalore (RCB) were up against the cape cobras, a south african domestic team who had a memorable domestic season. Crowned with jewels like Herschelle Gibbs (traitor u joined Cape Cobras, not Deccan Chargers we ll get our revenge man)and Jean Paul Duminy. RCB won the toss and elected to bat much to the happiness of about 40 000 cricket crazy fans. well we were past 2 overs and the match was really getting boring. Hit man hit, u are not playing test cricket. and then...... the batsman again plays it to the third man for a single. grrrr irritating. then the ball arrived and yes the boring batsman departs. Jacques Kallis was struggling to up the ante and he departed in a bid to increase it. Bad shot though couldnt fathom what shot he played. he was out thats it. in comes our man, Rahul Dravid the wall, we didnt want the wall but wanted the wall to sling bricks to the opposition, as fast as he could. Uthappa as if was waiting for this opportunity. he batted wid aplomb and cracked.... wait wait wait its stopped by a diving Mr traitor sorry Mr Gibbs. Awesome buddy awesome fielding, but we ll miss u in the Chargers. C u in IPL 3 (stop if u dont knw wht IPL is, forget about reading my blog any further). so Mr Uthappa is in the runs cracks an awesome 50 and den departs to another amazing fielding by the fielder in jersey 09, yes yes again that traitor. in comes in Mr Virat and causes our wall to go for demolition. whatever after 11 overs we are 82 for 2 and need someone to really increase the run rate. and then the inevitable happens, Cape Cobras drops a catch. man its a simple one, and u spill it, i cant believe it. a sigh of relief for our RCB people. well Mr wall departs as a result of a runout and in comes Taylor. it was not until the 18th over or so that RCB guys realised dey have to start belting the ball. and there goes the Taylor unleashed, sixes fours galore, awesome powerful hits predominantly leg and long on. the first innings end at 182.
Time to catch a break, we all five friends meet at the interval and our first aka secondary objective is complete. the cheerleaders, my friends were der just in front of us. 5-6 rows were the difference. :) :) all smiles. Harping the beginning of the second innings with some good dance steps the cheerleaders dressed in white representing white mischief were the eye candy of all.
So starts the second innings with Mr Praveen Kumar taking over the proceedings from the bowling end. there comes our Mr traitor on strike. "i tell u man, this guy can singlehandedly take away the match", echoed my friend. dont worry mate, not today not today. and hes out without scoring a run. the whole stadium goes berserk. he edges the ball to the keeper and walks off. hurray. the cheerleaders dance and so do we and the rest. i told u traitor, we ll have our revenge, who told u to join the Cape Cobras. But someone better was coming, what i saw next was an awesome display of batting, technique and finesse. In comes Duminy, the squabby southpaw. Duminy immediately got into his gear, driving, flicking, cutting all elegantly but with power, something nobody thought of or saw before. anyways the match is still in RCB's hands. and den,.......Taylor, man, what have u done. this sin couldn't be forgiven. it was something terrible. u dropped Duminy, are u kidding me. its an easy catch. "i tell u this SA effect has some connection, first IPL2 den Champions Trophy (please don't confuse it with Champions League, fielders just keep spilling the catches, people don't u realise that youngsters watch u guys for inspiration when they grow up". Soon, we will have a brigade of new young players, all of who drop catches. "aaummmmmm, our idols drop catches, so do we. we just follow them", says one budding gully cricketer. Anyways nothing is to be added after this, one sin and Duminy makes the most. Wickets fall, overs end and the cheerleaders come again, this time assisted by a man in the crowd, he dances as well, the cheerleaders are happy so are we. "Sitting near the ropes never was so much fun", says my buddy. Anyways back to the actual reason we had come here, the match fellas, the match. Duminy singlehandedly is demolishing the attack. Far down in the ground Taylor would have been praying for another chance; "get Duminy out bowlers do something, i dont want to be the villain". tsk tsk tsk no sin in a match can be bigger than this. 99 winning runs Duminy makes on his own, "buddy make a century, u wont get another chance". "nay, team is more important, some other time, thanks for your concern". sigh, the perennial rational logic. he gets off the strike and squares the match. Left to the bowler cum batsman, Mr Kleinveldt he scampers off for a run and thats it. Crackers go off in the stadium celebrating the Cape Cobras win. Well done team, well done. and you Mr Duminy, u were a treat to watch, good going, a great effort in the opening match. Overall, next time onwards i would rather watch a match on TV, the only soothing experience was that of the cheerleaders who danced and brought cheers on the faces of many. It wasnt that great and it wasnt that bad, so so, neutral would be how i would describe the experience as. Off we go back to our dugout, home sweet home. in between we get to know that one of our friends camera was flicked, "buddy you are gonna have a bad time, especially from the one whom you took the camera from". Thank you all for joining in for this live and belated telecast of my experience. :) have a nice day/night.