Cricket...

Veetule ippo enn vida enn amma cricket nu solli remote thara mattengaranga...romba mosam..Munadi ellam oru brother or sister illiye intha madiri sanda poda nu feel panuven anna ippo...

Seri SriLanka oda matchu nu parkalam nu sat.Veetule sudden suthi ellarum Kris Srikanthaaaa marritanga.

Amma:Srilanakan Team is gud.Jaipur grnd is not lucky 4 us,v nevr win in tht grnd.[appuram romba praises 4 Srilankan Caption.ithu porathu nu Gangulyai vera thittu.]
Naan:"Amma eppo soil test ellam panna arambichanga"
Appa:[avar pangukku ethavathu sollanum le]Ammam Ammam Indian Team waste....
Amma:[Srilankan Game was ovr]Aiyooooooooo 298 aaa romba kastham pa ,Indian Teamku [ammavai naan official advisor vechen athoda pochu]
Naan:"Pavama naan" nadule 4 a changeku channel mathinen
Appa:[ ennai vera parthu oru look]Change back to Sports
Channel matha kuda urumai illiya pa

After that konjam neram rendu berum summa thaan irundhanga enn na partha both jst left 4 nap.Freedom oda I was watching TV. Sharpa game mudiyara time le vanthanga,game was almost at ending stage.Amma ku Dhoni yai suddena pudichu pochu..Suddena Indian Team mela ore akarai.And when Dhoni had his final ovr,amma sudden platea mathitanga.Intha pitch batting pitch [Dhoni rendu 6's in a single ovr le adichadule ammaku enn kastham nu theriyale].athu nalla thaan Indians won nu.I was too astonished at these comments.

Ithuku mela naan inga iruntha enn vai summa irukathu, I jst escaped.I used to criticise at times the Indian Team but still I always had a specific liking towards them.Being a caption is not jst a simple job but always our team has kept itz team morale with itz caption.We used to crib for Indian team's losses.Wat ppl fail to think is "Itz all a dayz job and it depends on tht time".I always used to say this to any one who asks my opinion.So same goes here.Cricket attracts a lot of attention at home now.anna ippo ennoda remote mela irundha adikamme pochu

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