The Curry munchers are here.

18 12 2007

That paragon of tabloid muck-raking, The Herald Sun, wrote that the Indian team landed to a ‘hornet’s nest’. Certainly did not seem that way when I passed the nivaas-sthaan of Anil’s boys, the Langham, en-route to work. But for the doorman in his khaki-beige clobber, not much stirred.

For those among the Indians on my floor who had not clapped eyes on the living gods of India (nadamaadum deivam-s as we have it in Tamizh), not much work was done. They spent a good portion of their billable hours riding the lift down to the concourse and the Southgate food court to see if they could gain darshan and ensure release from the cycle of birth and death.

And they were rewarded.

Irfan Pathan accosted one of them (!) with a ‘Bhai-saab money exchange kidar hai?’. Irfan was duly escorted to the money bin manned(?) by the Indian girl who I always thought was how Soundarya would look like had she lived to hit her late thirties.

Another one of my bhai-log saw Irfan-bhai and Wasim-bhai together.

By now you can be sure all pretense at work was being cast aside. Two of them stood watch at the doors as the bleary eyed boys boarded the bus at 4 pm for some nets-cool dude Yuvi in the last seat of the bus, earphones in place.

Incidentally, they were all amazed at how wasp waisted our ‘boys’ were. Here we were, proud of our 32″ waists, maintained despite idli, dosae, garam samose, aloo-ki-tikki, gur-ki-chikki and there were the boys, none over 26″ measly inches. Maybe they should have brought along ‘porgya’ Powar, if anything to make us feel better.

There were hurried consultations. Would the ‘boys’ be headed for the nets at the Junction Oval? Which tram? Route 3 and 67 along St.Kilda road?

Luckily sane heads prevailed. Someone placed a call to the MCG and found that the ‘boys’ were practising indoors and ‘sorry guys, I don’t think this one is open to the public’.

And so the caravan rolls. Odds at the TAB for India winning are quite attractive. An outlay of a buck will fetch you eight if the boys deliver. If I was a betting man, I’d be tempted. I remember the story of the Indian punter at the ’83 world cup who placed a bet of STG1000 on odds of India winning at 50:1.

He walked away with more than Kapil’s devils did.

There’s a thought.




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2 01 2008
Gut Busters « 10yearslate’s Weblog

[…] If by inference, unhealthy food is all they’ve been having before Gloster and King’s memo, then it certainly seems to have done a fine job of keeping their waists under 26″. […]

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