I am not a cricket fan. Not a big one at least. But this last ODI between India and Pakistan (played on 3 Jan, 2013) I was in a peculiar position. I wasn’t watching the game, but there were two blokes sitting near to me. They were close friends and sat with their individual computers and net connections. They were live streaming the match from two different sources. Both had the same name, Imran, and both were supporting Pakistan (of course). Imran M and Imran K. A Shia and a Sunni.
The setting is a public place but there weren’t many people around.
Imran K: Out, I think?
Imran M: Really? Who? Shoaib Malik?
K: I think so.
M: Watch carefully, dumbhead. I’ll break your limbs if its true.
K: It’s buffering.
M: Here come Drok-mal? (Syed Ajmal)
K: (laughing) Drokmal! Kyaha goi.
M: Naar ha kodukh Pakistanas. I will kill these *******!
M: Go ha byakh.
K: Naah! Waar wuechh.
M: Choakh gova?
There is some commotion which among all the flow of passions is very hard to make sense of.
K: Ajmal ha gov?
M: Gov ha? Gaessin!
(There is a sudden drop in interest in the match. I guess they have gone to surf different things on the interwebs.) When suddenly…
M: Bowled! Lanath wessin yemin.. Ye gov Laanath wessin.
K: Umar Gul. (Somberly) Irfan? He is a new player. First time batting.
M: Must be a righthanded player. Should be. They will lose the match easily. Easily. Retards!
(a momentary silence)
Pakistan was bundled for 250 and India was yet to bat. Imran M was sad that the score was less than 300, and Pakistan would lose easily. He wouldn’t have dinner if Pakistan lost. Imran K was hopeful that Pakistan could still win.
PS: Pakistan won.