Welcome to South Africa

South Africahhh! I knew I could never make it as an India player here, but if they are bringing me here to do nothing at all but stay at sexy hotels and gawk at chicks I would never get a chance to even dream about back in Saket, I’ll take it. Thank You God!

During the team trials, all I did was bowl ten deliveries, about 2 of which turned, ran 2 laps of the municipal ground, and I was in! Either this team is so confident of its main team that the bench doesn’t matter, or I am much more talented than what I think, definitely more than what my dad thinks.

I knew from Day 1 that I would never get a game, but would be with the squad. Little did I know back then that being with the squad meant that I get to go to bloody South Africa. Yay. Hurrah. Mum was happy. The girl wasn’t. She wanted to know when I would be rich enough to afford her as my WAG? I told her to stop reading stupid magazines.

Hasmuk, our skipper is always happy with every situation. Coach not on time. Koi nai! I mean this guy epitomises the chalta hai attitude, right from his footwork to his dressing sense to his confidence in his crappy English skills!

More coming up pretty soon.

Note: this post was written on 17^th April, and I am posting it this late as I had no idea how to, till I got the invite from you guys. Thanks a lot for making me heard too. Cos shit happens towards the north of the tropic of cancer as well!