So here we go again. Talk of the town and it again has nothing to do with my bowling!
Well, I'm told my white patka has been quite a sensation.
So much so that some people have lost their own. Others reported sporadic cases of choking at the breakfast table in front of the television.
Now that surely warrants some explanation. What necessitated this change in colour and the encrypted messages I meant for a few individuals.
For starters, I believe I have been able to prove to my BCCI bosses that I'm doing my utmost to curb my temper and keep my cool.
White reflects sunlight, elementary metaphysics sirs! No? You insist it's physics? Sure it's not physiology either? Well, will take that.
Returning to the rail, I believe with this subtle move, I've silenced my critics, who spread the canard that I lack variety. And if still those offsprings of *&^%$#@! still nitpick about it being just a wardrobe variety, well, my Hummer can take care of them next time they stray onto the road.
Time to spell out other ramification of the white patka that may have eluded your radar.
To Matthew Hayden, my patka virtually screams out 'Mate, about time you issued a rejoinder that I’m not an obnoxious weed but a white tulip'.
It has a message for Sreesanth as well. Well Sree, you can come closer without inviting a palm-shaped tattoo on your cheeky cheeks.
For Symonds, oh dear, all hatchets buried. Let's start life afresh, mate. By the way, how's your mom?
Finally a word for Mr Amitabh Bachchan too.
Now that I've changed colour, don't you think a Big Boss invitation should be on my way?
(P.S. What will be the punch line of a family planning commercial featuring Dhoni and Bhajji? Hum Do Hummer Do, preferably mouthed by Dhoni.)