Leaving aside the corruption and delay, I would like to highlight the simple feature called ‘stupidity’ in my little write up today.
It sounds good that India is finally winning some medals and nobody died in any mishap caused by falling bridges or snakebites in the bathroom but there are some really really basic glitches that could have been fixed with ease.
Last night as I watched Sania Mirza getting her ass kicked by the Australians, I could not help but only focus on one thing ( NO, not her thunder thighs or length of her skirt), but something even smaller. INSECTS.
Yes, the R K Khanna tennis stadium was full of these cute little flying machines capable of finding a comfy abode in nasal tracts, wind pipes and liquidly iris circumferences. (I’m glad my 27 inch television did not have enough resolution to delve into a discussion if anal cavities were also one of the preferred locations for these insects.)
What irritated me more than the constant blur they created on the screen, was the crappy commentary which came spiked with politically correct bullshit used to fill up airtime in the absence of knowledge of the game. Sentences like “ Ye Titlee iss waqt net par baithi hai, khoobsurat hai lekin khel me vighn daal sakti hai” were equivocal to a madman screeching rusty nails on a fresh cast iron plate on high pitch headphones.
Spray some ‘as-claimed-on-tv’ 24 hour formula sprays to get rid of insects on a tennis court, get a freakin net and cover the area up or simply put up a lotta insect repelling sound machines that are inaudible to humans.
I would say being beaten and bitten by these silly insects after overcoming infrastructural challenges and colossal tragedies that include falling bridges is sheer irony and SHAME and testifies what Nana Patekar already told us ages ago –
Saala ek Macchar aadmi ko hijdaa bana deta hai.
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