Everyone’s caught the cricket fever, and there’s absolutely no need for me to explain. Even I’m a part of it, and so badly want to see my IPL home team RCB play at the magnificent Chinnaswamy Stadium. 31st March struck, with our TV screens blazing with boundaries and maximums. I began bugging my dad to take me to a home match, especially when his workplace was offering a free ticket to a match. But so much traffic, so much crowd, so much this, so much that… is what I got to hear. Anyways, the first IPL match played by RCB is always crazy here. Where? In our colony, of course. What basically happens here is that our villagers (with their 52 inch TVs), shout like mad with the bachelors of our apartment providing them the perfect company. At 12 in the night, they burst their leftover Diwali crackers (of course, if RCB ever won) for 5-10 min. This ritual makes most of the families go haywire. In short, it’s much more wacky and captivating than the ‘match experience’. You all are welcome to our colony for the ‘enthralling IPL experience’. On a serious note now. IPL’s a celebration of talent, and it’s young players with their stories of struggle become an inspiration for budding cricketers. So is the WPL for young girls. These leagues are necessary, to unearth the talent which was waiting for so long. I would miss the IPL madness, but would like to extend my best wishes to all the teams. May the best team win!