Score kya hua? - An experience worth sharing




The World Cup encounter between India and Pakistan was a cracker of a contest. India won it, and went on to become the world champions. This high profile semi-final match gave a run for its money to the final, as far as the hype and excitement was concerned. It was cricket fever at the highest. Economies came to a stand still, governments declared half day holiday, employees of private firms either bunked or took leave from the office, some corporations were smart enough to screen the matches, giant TV screens were installed in societies and what not!

On the D-day, when the Pakistan innings started I was travelling back to India after my 2 week sojourn in US. It was an indirect flight via Dubai, as there are no direct flights from Houston to Delhi. Before boarding, I had last checked the score in the airport lounge. Although the match was very well in India’s grip by then, still I was keen on knowing the score, curiosity you see. So I called up my uncle(maama) in India and asked - what the ad-omnipresent SRK is asking these days in Airtel ads, Score Kya Hua? – the score. Maama’s ecstatic tone gave me the hint that we had won. Kitte runon se? To which Maama replied, 29 runs se jeet gaye, Sachin Man of the Match hai.

There were still some minutes left before the take-off, so I rushed towards my sister’s seat(who btw was sitting a few rows behind). I told her gaily, ‘JEET GAYE!!!’. She smiled happily, and we cheered. Natural enough. So then, there was an old couple sitting in the next seat, they turned back, smiling, they asked(just to confirm I think, obviously they must have heard us) ‘Jeet Gaye??’. We were glad to hear hindi in a land where we had grown accustomed to English in the last couple of weeks. I replied cheerfully, ‘Haan, Jeet Gaye!!’. The old lady said, ‘Thank God, I was so tensed!’ I was very touched by this, to find our own people in a strange land, to share a common joy, it gives you a really nice feeling. This is the greatness of this country, no matter what culture you come from, no matter what local language you speak, when it comes to cricket – every distinction barrier loses its meaning. Except this, the whole journey was boring. I had switched seats with my sister, and luckily no one was sitting beside me so I laid down comfortably for the rest of the journey.

Just when we were about to reach Dubai, I heard the old couple talking to one of the air hostesses, “We have to change the plane for Islamabad from Dubai!!”. It took me a split second to realize what had happened. While I was giving the news to my sister, I had never mentioned that INDIA had won. It was obvious. Implicit. And this had created an epic misunderstanding, perhaps at its ironical best. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Kamaal hai, I thought.  


7 comments:

*NaVdEeP* said...

awezum mannnnnn.... mast twist nikala yeh to....

Aha!DITYA said...

:))

Misha said...

awwssuum...
too good ending..
i nvr thot of this! :D

Raphael said...

too good an ending....hahahahahah....epic misunderstanding

Aha!DITYA said...

:DDD

Kopal said...

Super lyk... hahahah :)
Loved the last paragraph of it ! :)

Aadii said...

:)