I was there!!!

“How will we reach Nagpur, watch the match? Where will we stay?”

“Oh! Its no problem at all!

Catch Geetanjali, Reach Nagpur @ 8 am in the morning, take bath in the restroom, do your stuff, reach the stadium by 11, watch the match, catch the 1.35am train, reach NITRkl in time to enjoy the Sunday feast!”

Child’s play, isn’t it??

On reaching the station, we found out that Geetanjali has been delayed by 2hrs. Its ok. No need to panic.

By 9.30, thunder had struck. Geetanjali had been cancelled!!! There was another train at 10.30- the Howrah-Mail but what If it also gets cancelled?

Abhinandan Rout comes up with a priceless idea,” we will borrow bikes and go to Nagpur!!!! ”

“who’ll give us bike to go to Nagpur??

And he comes up with another priceless thought “ we’ll tell that we are going to sector 2!!!”

But we dropped that idea after checking out its feasibility. Going back in case of another train cancellation wasn’t an option because of the insults of friends associated with it. May be stay hidden was better.

Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice and so the howrah mail arrived. Pranav showed his spierman-esqued skills to get on the running train and managed to get the general door open. We somehow adjusted our asses on the steps of the compartment door. Pranav came up with some stories about how people die or lose their legs sitting there. Since I didn’t want to die a virgin, I left the daredevil seat and occupied a safer one. We somehow half slept and half woken managed to pass the night in midst of severe smell of chicken (the live and running ones, not the cooked delicious ones!!)

On reaching Nagpur @ 10.30am, my and Pranav’s eye scanned for hot girls while the same organs of Nandan sir and sunil searched for toilet!!! The battle of search was won by the team of Sunil and Nandan! Their victory meant some priceless moments of us getting spent standing outside the toilet waiting for them to come out of their comfort zone!!

By 11.15am we were out of the station and looking for conveyance to the stadium. We took the first one that we found even without negotiating the fare. And what a thrilling ride it was! The auto hardly ever crossed 20kmph barrier with stopping 2 times on flyovers. With the other vehicles zooming past us we were left to ponder about whether we will miss the 1^st innings!!

But somehow we reached the stadium in time. Most fans were dressed in Indian jerseys. I and pranav also got excited.

Pranav- ”we should get jerseys too”

Me -“sure! I am feeling naked!”

Pranav-“ whats the cost?”

Shopkeeper -“ 900rs!!!”

Me-“ lets get our face painted @ 20rs!!!!”

I and sunil got our face painted with the flag with Pranav deciding to keep his good looks unaltered.

When we were heading towards the entrance, I saw a pretty face that seemed familiar. It was Utkarsha. Manisha (guys both are my school mates) was also there and their college friends (and their very hot friend!). I don’t remember any of their name (and sadly her too!) as they were being introduced I was lost in my thoughts “ oops! My shirt is dirty. My jeans is too low. my cap is dirty. Should I remove my cap?”. I tried to gather myself before utkarsha asked for a pic with the group. And once again my thoughts were “ really, I should remove my cap! Should I give a smile or a serious look while posing?”

Finally we bid adieu with me feeling “that was lame!!!”

Thanks to the VCA’s excellent management, it hardly took time to enter well before time. We watched our idols practice and warm up. The atmosphere became electric once MSD decided to bat. (I am not going to include the match report here.) I had an orgasmic feeling with watching The God’s 99^th international century. I can now tell my grandchildren that I watched the God live!

I was there when Sachin scored a chanceless and classiest century. My heart beat with 40000 other cricket fans. My heart skipped a beat with every spectator with every falling Indian wicket. I was there when team India collapsed. I was there in the noise deafening cheer to each Indian boundary and roof shattering roar of each South African wicket (though I missed the rhythmic hooting of our common room). I also felt sunk with the lost like all other Indian fans. I was there. I was there sharing the roof with hundreds of hot chicks in the stadium!

While returning, we travelled without ticket and the irony is there were only 8 passengers! When you take the ticket, you travel in a crowded compartment and when travelling illegally without ticket you get an empty compartment!!! Our return journey was comfortable and we reached in time to catch the Sunday feast!!

But alas once again I LOST MY CELL PHONE!