by Ankit Mishra, who is far away from being random, is no one’s muse, is a jolly good fella and has played cricket only till college level.
The Prince Singer saga – chapter one
Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport
22nd April 2012
Here I am, sitting in the VVVIP lounge of the Mumbai airport which is so VVVIP that the VVIPs have never heard of it. They tell me it is reserved for the Cricketers, A-List Actors and IPL Team Owners. I am alone. And to think that I had it all and threw it away.
A few years ago, I was the heartthrob of the nation. I used to date one of the hottest discards of Bollywood. What was her name? Yeah, Rin Karma. She used to wake me up every morning with her favorite chant of “rise and shine, my little superstar” with emphasis on the words little and superstar. Being six foot two, I could never understand the reference to the word ‘little’. But I found it sweet.
On the cricket field, I was soon becoming invincible, with the Ravi Shashtri book of cliches adding a word dedicated just for me – “vivacious” and Laxman Sivaramakrishan flowering me with his special – “the special one”. Life was good.
Even the break up with Rin didn’t hurt as much as a few injuries and the formation of the IPL. Mom had warned me against going to a team just for the worldly attractions. She wanted me to go to the one which offered the highest cash. I tried to explain that that was exactly how an auction functioned, but she would have none of it.
Eventually, she was somehow right and I was not even bid for as the IPL top dudes brought up this ‘icon’ thingy in which the top five Indian players would get 15% more than the highest bid player in their respective team, but would have to play for their respective home teams.
The thought of being among the top 5 Indian players was great, but I knew I might be short changed. The only plus point was that one of the owners of my team caught my fancy. My previous attempts at getting with actresses had proved futile (remember the case of Sleepika and of course, Rin). But this time i saw a glimmer of hope.
On the day of the auction, a day where I would get to know how rich I actually was going to be, everything started out well. The fact that initially only the Sri Lankans were being selected gave me hope of getting with the owner who caught my fancy – Sweety Printout.
to be continued…
(which precisely means is that more shall be written if less is appreciated)