So, I give you my shoulder to cry on. I hug you real tight. And tell you that you’ll be fine. That I’ll be beside you and help you through this. I’ll be there for you. And while I’m doing that, out of nowhere, you take out a knife and stab me. I ignore it, and tell you to calm down. We can still fix it. And then you don’t listen, you stab me again. In the same place. And stab me again. And stab me again. And again. In the same fucking place. And there comes a point where it hurts so bad and I’m bleeding so bad that the blood from my stomach looks like a waterfall, and I’m still hugging you trying my best to calm you down, but then the hurt gets unbearable and I feel like I’m going to die. And then I think of Ann. And my family. And how they need me alive than dead. And for once in my life, I be selfish – only because some few very deserving people need me to be there for them – and I push you away.
Fandom, after all, is born of a balance between fascination and frustration: if media content didn’t fascinate us, there would be no desire to engage with it; but if it didn’t frustrate us on some level, there would be no drive to rewrite or remake it.
When I first moved into the city back in 2003, I was just a little kid who barely knew anything about Bengaluru other than the fact that it is famously know as “The Garden City”. What else did you expect from a 6 year old? Ever since then my connection with this beautiful city as only deepened with time and now I can proudly say that I am a Banglorean. (the fact that I can’t speak Kannada, and though I understand it pretty well doesn’t take away that title from right?)
Being from a family which literally worships Cricket, I could only imagine how pumped up a tournament like the Indian Premier League would get us considering the fact that all of the world’s best cricketers would be seen playing together and competing against their very own national team mates. Doesn’t that idea sound crackingly good to you? The IPL was launched at a grand-scale level way back in the 2008 and oh my, it has only been growing ever since.
The only problem our family faced was which team to support now that we have moved into another city, and our home city, which happens to be Kanpur, doesn’t have a team of its own. Well, the unwritten rule stated that we had to support the city we were residing in and I guess everyone just stuck to that without ever questioning the other family members’ (which included my mom and dad) decisions.