While Pakistani friends are trying to forget the semifinal match of the 2011 World Cup played between India and Pakistan, I’m having a hard time remembering it.
I was in Anaheim, California for a conference. On Tuesday night, I had a work-related meeting which lasted longer than anticipated. I stumbled into bed and fell asleep, only to be woken up by the alarm a few hours later for the match (which started at 2 A.M.). The rest is a blur partly because I had to rush to Los Angeles airport just after it ended to catch a flight and partly because I experienced some brain-melting turbulence on my way across the continent.
I remember the match in bits and pieces. Like Aamir Khan’s farcical mustache. Viru hitting a ton of boundaries in one over in Viru-like fashion. Sanjay Manjrekar blabbing nonsense as he is wont to do. Someone saying something about how Sachin Tendulkar is a cat. “They should have taken the Powerplay…”
Full memories of the match never consolidated in my brain. In fact, when I watched the highlights again yesterday, I was tensed up in expectation of a somewhat different outcome.
Which gives me an idea for a half-baked sequel to Ghajini:
Whatever happens in the final, I hope to be well-rested, so I can remember it.