So the epic semi final is over. The problem with these kind of matches is that everyone gets so breathless and fully charged about every minute of our neighborly encounters that anything that comes afterward just feels so stale and ordinary. Even if Obama were to announce he wanted to pad up and have a go on Saturday, I doubt we would show as much enthusiasm as we did when Ramiz Raja suddenly went quiet in the commentators box. The best part of the match for me though, was the return of the Nehra. I got countless BBM jokes about the poor boy, and Dhoni’s lunacy up until the second innings. Friends on Facebook were fuming, and Mr.Sidhu expectedly had a lot to say before he begun.

Every language has its own version of the saying that you can never judge a book by its cover, yes? Our boy came through yesterday, and how. 10-0-33-2-3.30! One of my favorite scenes from the match was his calm crinkly half-smile as he took the Gulwicket. So why are we so quick to vilify? It’s so much better to be on the other side!