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How Wankhede treated Indian Cricket team!

Border Gavaskar Trophy is underway. Ash anna recently retired and I can't consider myself lucky enough to see the 4 seniors play for the last time together. Getting to watch them at the iconic Wankhede stadium was nothing short of a dream. It was the third Test, Day 3, of the India vs. New Zealand series. The visitors were bowled out early, leaving India a modest target of 140+ runs. On paper, it seemed like a cakewalk. But, with an out-of-form top order and the ghost of Ajaz Patel's spin heroics, nothing was guaranteed. Ignoring all advices of skipping the match, I finally got my hands on tickets (in black of course). My faith in Wankhede's electric crowd promised this would be worth every penny. By the time I had reached the entry gates, there were atleast a thousand crazy fans waiting to enter on a Sunday morning. Young kids and teens talking in Bambaiya slangs in blue and white jerseys queuing up to see a team that is already down 2 matches and no guarantee of a win. As the chants of “India! India!” got louder, it was clear I wasn’t alone in the madness. While I was still in the queue, suddenly, the crowd inside went quiet. A wicket had fallen. Moments later, the roar of the crowd returned as Virat Kohli walked out to bat. The excitement was short-lived though, as Kohli was run out soon after. India was 3 wickets down in no time. I feared the crowd might turn against the team looking at their passion. But, I was horribly wrong in questioning the unwavering passion of Mumbaikar’s for cricket. As wickets fell, tension was palpable. But this crowd was something else. No jeers, no anger, just unwavering faith. As Pant began his innings, crowd rallied behind him with chants of his name. Every run was applauded. As Pant completed half century, crowd went berserk, as if we had won the game. It didn’t matter that India was still on the back foot. It was a moment to cherish. As game progressed, chants of Ganpati Bappa Morya accompanied with Dhols kept getting louder. Now every dot ball was getting appreciated(Quite a downall)! Despite the setbacks, crowd kept the energy high with Mexican waves and synchronised rendition of Vande Mataram. Pure Goosebumps!! Between all the fervor, Wankhede showed true sportsmanship by appreciating every effort of opponents. Be it a failed catch attempt, or a good fielding effort, all got applause. I vividly remember how crowd appreciated Glen Philips standing on the boundary line for his bowling. After the game finished, crowd didn't waste a minute to wait, expressing their disappointment. The only 2 NZ fans in the stands teased us, 'We can't hear you anymore'. Mumbai fans instead gave back ,'You will hear us at the Lords'. That camaradiere and support was so refreshing to see. Rare to see these days. Wankhede that day wasn’t just a stadium; it was a living, breathing celebration of cricket. The fans showed the world how to love the game, support their team, and respect their opponents—all with civility and unmatched passion. No matter which team won, test cricket definitely did!

Won Rs. 10k playing poker at Office Diwali Party

Last night was supposed to be a fun team Diwali party. Not the official one, just a small gathering at my teammate’s flat. It was a break from the usual grind. But, of course, even at a party, I couldn't completely escape work. My manager kept pinging me about some deliverables that were "urgent", seriously dude? Typical her. Anyway, I shut off my phone after a while. I needed a break. The night started pretty chill with drinks, snacks, and office gossip, but soon enough, someone brought out a deck of cards. That's when things got interesting. We decided to play poker, and I was like, why not? Needed something to take my mind off how lame this party was. I used to play a ton of online poker so I thought time to make some money hahaha. The stakes weren't too high at first, just 500 buy in. But as the night wore on and drinks started flowing, people got bolder. I didn’t plan to stay long, honestly. I had work waiting for me at home (thanks to my manager's untimely reminders). But once we got into the game, I couldn't leave. It’s weird, you know. I don’t even play poker regularly anymore. Yet, somehow, the cards were in my favour last night. By the end of the night, I had managed to win 10,000 rupees! It felt amazing, especially knowing that I'd have to deal with another shitty week ahead. But there were moments when I thought I’d lose everything. One of my colleagues, a guy who thinks he’s the wannabe poker master, tried bluffing, and I almost fell for it. I kept thinking, "Should I just fold and leave? I’ve got enough money now." But nah, something kept me going, probably the thought of making this night a small victory against all the crap we deal with during work. It wasn’t all about the money, though. It was about feeling like, for once, I had some control. Unlike work, where no matter what you do, there’s always something more to finish, someone else breathing down your neck. The game was something I could win, and I did. We wrapped up around 1 AM, with everyone exhausted and tipsy, but it was worth it. Now, back to reality. The deliverable’s still due and my manager's probably wondering where I went. Ah well, at least I’ve got a bit of Diwali cash to keep me going.

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