Don't get me wrong; I love cricket. Maybe not as much as the guys who know Sachin Tendulkar's every score at every match, in ascending and descening order. But, I love cricket for what is does to my patriotism; and the overall thrill and excitement of it is a high in itself.
After the recently concluded World Cup, where after nearly the number of years I have lived on this earth, our cricket team won the prized cup, it's obvious that I was delirious with joy. I continued my father's legacy of driving around town and high-fiving and shaking hands of unknown people, and not to mention screaming my lungs out.
But I didn't get to have even a week to digest the 'huge-ness' of it all (obviously the win was that big for me), that I am bombarded with yet another cricket fiests, the IPL.
To quote my dear friend Arun Prabhu, who put up this up as his status message on Facebook few days back:
"There is no interest to watch IPL matches... This is too much to digest..... cricket overdose.. :(:(:("