I'm doing a column on my city, "City-Crity", for FirstPost.com. For my second effort, I did a pile of hard-nosed journalism: I sat through the final day of a Ranji trophy cricket match. (Our premier domestic cricket tournament, for those who don't know or have, shame on them, forgotten). It turned out to be a fascinating day in many ways.
Take a look at what resulted - Don't cry for me, Ranji-ana.
If you don't understand Hindi, some possibly loose, possibly literal, translations:
* "Jeetega bhai jeetega, Mumbai jeetega" - Mumbai's gonna win!
* "Arre Jaffer-bhai, timepass mat kar!" - Hey Bro Jaffer, don't waste time!
* "Tea break mein masala chai pi ke aa!" - Go drink some spicy tea during the break!
* "Oye paape!" - Hey you [typically Punjabi] dude!
Incidentally, I need to tell you that I was delighted that the headline for this article attracted the attention of the good folks at Cricinfo, who noted its grave-turning possibilities.
This is therefore a good time to proclaim that this title that I have - that is to say, which is mine - is mine.
(Yes, a pat on the back if you recognize something there).