Today afternoon defined what everyone calls 'an exhilarating one'. Just as I minced my kheema+chapati rolls (mom-made) viewing the disastrous Indian batting on Star Cricket in spite of all the star presence we had in the team, it made me go mad as to what lame thing I was being entertained with this afternoon that seemed anachronistic at all times. But soon it hit upon me the fact that I had to go to college to catch the finals of the inter-department cricket match between Mechanical Engineering and Computer Science Engineering. I expected it to be a damp squib, given the fact that Mechanical had trounced the other teams on route to the finals (even as the underdogs) and CS had not put up a noteworthy victory either in the ferry to the finals. So reasonable was my logic that it affirmed me of a huge Mechanical victory. But soon, I got a text message reading, "CS: 120! great contest in hand! Come over!" from my bestie. Off I hurried notwithstanding the generous flow of runs CS had amassed. 120 is always a tricky score to chase especially in the finals wherein you're locked up either with run-a-ball or 'boom boom afridi'.
As I arrived, two Mechanical wickets fell like castles invaded by Chengiz Khan (Arjun Rao was our destroyer here). The CSian crowd just erupted in wild mimicry and bombastic talk even as the Mechanical team tried to gulp in their sour portion. Soon, it was as if Jill fell instead of Jack! Mechanical started bashing up the bowlers left and right, up and straight, over and through; practically boundaries just were galore in the field. With the advent of the 'scintillating knight' (gagan hosmani), the Mechanical team breezed past the modest target as though it was of counting Arabic numerals (no offence Mr. Fibonacci). Never had I seen a flash mob dancing to the Gangnam style as huge as the one after the Mechanical team routed CS at point blank range. Chants of "RMD, RMD.." scorched through the tightly packed molecules of air (gosh! it even smelled victory the entire time).
Suddenly, out of the blues, the GS asked me to be "Ravishing Ravi Shastri" for the evening!! Being a nervous shipwreck myself I was too reluctant to have a go at it. But the sheer prodigious extremity of the event just dragged me to the microphone and made me speak some awesome crap! Replacing "present" by "produce" as in "I would like to request XXX to pppp..produce the award to...LOL!! Overall, fantastic fun, glorious gunning down of the opposition and elation at its best were the taglines for the MECHANICAL Lovers!!