Cricket Fever

It was the night of Valentine’s Day. Another snowstorm was predicted for Boston, and it looked pretty much on its way. It was all calm, lovey-dovey. But not with Indians and Pakistanis. Especially the ones in Boston. Most of them had to cancel their plans of watching the match together with friends, thanks to the impending snowstorm.

People like me were not ready to give up so easily. I had heard of this place called Hit Wicket. We called them up, and they told us that they were going to air the match, and there was no per head fee as advertised on their website. They told us that the restaurant would be open until 2:00 am, but they close early if neighbours complain. That’s it. My friends and I dressed up in blue, and left for the place. I and my other friend missed the national anthems of India and Pakistan because we were looking for a parking spot. When we got in, it was like heaven. Nothing looked like Valentine’s Day or snow day. The colours we could see were mostly green and blue. There was no table left for us. But the waiters knew how much it meant to us, and they let us pull a table out of somewhere and place it somewhere else from where we could watch the match.

I had never watched a match before with the rival country in the same place as I. It was exhilarating with the jeering and clapping and screaming and banging tables. You did not miss out on the happenings if you went to the loo; there is commentary in there too! The menu looked lip-smacking and thematically arranged for cricket lovers. Sadly, they could not get our drinks and food (not all of it), forget about getting it on time. We made some noise about it, but could not get angry at them. The waiters at Hit Wicket are extremely cheerful and genuinely so. They love cricket and they love cricket fans.

By the end of the first innings they wanted us to leave (the entire restaurant). We were making too much noise. They had started cancelling the orders placed. The bar was shut long ago. We begged and promised to not make any noise. The waitress let us stay. When we told her that she was sweet, she said that she did not have an option really. They treated us like kids. It was extreme fun.

After the first innings, we came back home, and I continued watching the match until it got over at 6:00 am. It was a great treat after a hiatus of years. I went to sleep peacefully.

Today is another match between India and South Africa. Cricket adverts are crazy, and here’s the spirit for this game:

India has never beat SA in World Cup. Star Sports came up with this advert –

And here’s some typical Indian cricket fan response to it –

SA has never won the World Cup 😉

Cricket fever is waiting for tonight again at Hit Wicket! It is and awesome place, and if I get to eat anything there today, I will review their food in my next blogpost! Happy Cricket!

Address: 1172 Cambridge St, Cambridge, MA 02139


Fashion vs Funtion

Today, while waiting for my bus I saw a man with his man bag. I am not the one who makes fun of metrosexual men, but the straps of his man bag fell off his shoulder twice within a minute. Handbags are extremely uncomfortable, especially if the straps are short, hard, and the bag is heavy. They can cause extreme discomfort, however you choose to hold them. Sporting/using uncomfortable stuff to strut and be in-line with fashion is majorly a woman’s forté, though.


The higher they are, the longer your legs look. The pointier they are, the saucier the get-up. She is a real woman if she can sport the highest stilletos. Do you think that she really is comfortable in those shoes? High heels cause all sorts of feet problems ranging from nerve damage, arthritis, stress, in-grown nails, to embarrassing falls. The whole fact that a woman has to train to walk in them says that it is unnatural. But women continue to wear them. If that’s the Prada you wear, you got to be a devil. Proof:


(Fake) long nails make women incapable of going on about daily activities normally, let alone strum a guitar like a rock star


Probably takes his breath away, but literally takes away hers


Thongs can still leave a lot for imagination if you think about the discomfort

A little less extreme, before I sign off:


Balm is round in shape, and as one can guess, it flattens out as you keep applying it. Not a good design, if you ask me. Pretty? Sure.


They are extremely cute, but I think they will damage my jewelry, if I do not manage to maneuver my way through


PS: The images have been taken off various websites, and none are clicked by me, except for the last .gif one