Finger-licious

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“When a finger points to the moon, the imbecile looks at the finger” - Chinese Proverb

     This is what happens when you don't listen to your elders. Almost a year back, I remember Mark Nicholas talking about Indian Cricketers making a foray into the glamorous world of Bollywood. He pin-pointed how Kohli had fast-tracked (the usage is so smart of me, no?) his way as a brand ambassador for sunglasses. His mom had mentioned on twitter (handle @I'mnotVirat'sMOM) how Virat loved movies, and would bunk classes to watch the latest releases. My trusted sources spotted him at the release of Patiala House (Dhoni has started getting him to bowl more often since then) & off-late for Rockstar. The way Ranbir wiggled his finger to the masses enthralled him, and Sydney proved the perfect stage to show-case his finger to the world*.
     Anyways, he joins an elite list of cricketers to be associated with Sydney. His expression almost said, "Have I made it large?"


P.S: After the mauling in the hands of Clarke & Co, Tendulkar's advice to Virat. “Your heart just breaks, that's all. But you can't judge, or point fingers. You just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.”
*Untrusted sources say that he was leaving the finger to dry after bowling for so long. We don't trust those sources

Comments

  1. Deepak KarthikJanuary 14, 2012 at 8:54 PM

    one thing which is obvious is, we are transforming.. i can feel India moving towards west..
    F word is more common nowadays,F word is not bad word to youngsters like me but a similar word in mother tongue is an EVIL :P
    But pointing mid finger upwards is a STYLE :)
    i accept it is shame..

    coming to the post, Virat and few other young indian players lacks basic Indian things, such as respect and good gesture !
    hard to see those !
    DeepAk

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