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In a country where cricket is a religion..

In a county where cricket is religion, a true atheist is one who does not follow the sport. India is a happy country for cric-atheists because we do not have a self proclaimed control body/ bodies that claim to be the upholders of cricket integrity and holy cricket values. The Sharapova episode was an isolated incident by the way, and an independent body didn't make it it's life's mission to end her career. If they did exist, however, they would probably go on to vandalize all forms of cricket that is not test/ ODI. Especially IPL.

"T-20 is completely ungentlemanly"

"IPL objectifies players! You cannot trade them like cattle!"

"The helicoptor shot is ungentlemanly"

"Powerplay? More like Losers play! Amirite?"

That is all the cricket jargon I know. 

The country is very kind to hardcore cricket atheists- people who do not watch the game even if it is an India vs. Pakistan face off in the world cup finals, and the result of the game will finally put an end to the Kashmir issue, annihilate ISIS and swine flue over night.

This being the ICC world cup season, and with the IPL right around the corner, we atheists are left to our own devices. There's usually nothing good on tv when the match is on, facebook feed is filled with score updates and debates, newspapers are full of ads, like always- they don't give a fuck either. This is why people like me usually shun this cluttered environment and withdraw into a zen like recluse, catching up on movies we've missed, binge watching tv shows, basically existing in a ghost world, letting people do their thing.

That mauka mauka is just a derivative of the jumping jhapang dance thingie.

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