Clad in a red t-shirt with a coca-cola tag, Gautam Gambhir rushed to a city food joint where an army of photographers and fans were awaiting him. Among the zillion faces there was he standing, sitting, grinning and 'gambhir-ing' almost in regular intervals.
While, the guy adjacent to him, donning a blue-white strip shirt, was blabbering about his company and its association with Gambhir, the left-handed 'coke' boy was trying to keep his fans away by an appealing smile, which to me looked quite confusing as if he doesn't know why he was doing it.
Soon the mamoth speech abridged and fans, winners of a contest (don't know when and why it was organised), started pouring over him -- all dying to have autographs of the chocolate-faced cricketer as he signed with ultimate panache. He stood up for photos and again sat down to sign. It started happening with such regularity that it seemed as if it was a capital punishment meted out to him. Poor soul! I pity him!
Amid the legion of fans, there was this girl, completely floored by Gauti as she just couldn't stop showing her 32 teeths and almost threatened to sabotage the show as she insisted of having exclusive pics with the Delhi/Harayana dasher. The damsel wearing a black top also went on to ask the photographers to shun all other pics and have her pic on the front page of the newspapers next day.
Among all this pandemonium, there was this poor me, who cooled his heels waiting for the cricket to be free. As soon as Gauti was liberated by the dreamy damsel, I sprang into action and posed a question:
"May I speak to u Gautam for 2 minutes?"
Well, the two minutes noodles was not cooked and Gauti gave a royal snub, moving his head to and fro like a pendullum and after turning back rushed out of the restuarant. Well, all things doesnt have a happy ending, U see.
1 comment:
Milton might have rewritten 'Paradise Lost' on the sorry state of affairs across the border. interesting take on the issue........well written
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