Cricket Fever and Husbands - A Wife's Point of View!!


Today the work in office has finished early,
When there’s Cricket, work vanishes naturally,
My husband with his frame burly,
Lumbers on to his couch with chips and coffee slowly.

How these Husbands finish work so swiftly?
What happens to them when bringing the grocery daily?
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


Look at the delight when the batsman has hit a four,
Like a hungry has hit upon a wonderland of butter pure,
No attention to even emergency calls anymore,
Now even Facebook, Orkut and Twitter cease to lure.

Where does this delight disappear when going for a dinner?
The expression is somber and the talks even gloomier,
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


He is over the moon; the batsman has hit a century,
Like he has struck upon a lottery while in a state of penury,
Seems he is a king now and can rescue all and sundry,
Devil may care what has happened to the kitchen’s inventory.

Where does this moon go when we have moment of peace together?
I look at him and he has looks back cooler than a refrigerator.
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.


Just heard the World Cup is done and dusted,
Thank you God, his kingdom has been busted,
This was the time for which I had always waited,
His couch, chips and coffee always had me frustrated.
But hello!!
He comes back, sits on the couch and asks for his coffee and chips,
The World Cup is over but the IPL will stay for next eight weeks.
God help our souls and banish Cricket forever,
Save my Husband, he is stung by Cricket Fever.

(PS: This is a myth which is hard to fathom for wives!!)

Comments

  1. NamitaMay 4, 2011 at 1:47 AM

    Here's another complain regarding your sports mania, this time from a sister. Of course, I cant be as good as you but here's my attempt :)

    I can understand the Indian cricket fever,
    But imagine the plight of a poor sister;
    The big brother always bullied her,
    Into watching boring stuff like cycling, athletics and snooker!!

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  2. VinamraMay 4, 2011 at 12:44 PM

    Gudia..that was too good yaar. i think u also can try ur hand at poetry. i m sure u wud do good. waise when in good mood, i always allowed u ur cartoon channel!!

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  3. NamitaMay 7, 2011 at 2:26 AM

    yes u did sometimes but then Champa used to hijack both our plans and forced us to watch saas-bahu sagas :)

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