That roughly translates to “Don’t get into an encounter (with me!)” or “Don’t clash (with me!) while playing”..or..a few more potentially advisory phrase of sorts to either warn the opponent or just to loosely throw a piece of recommendation to the guy who is ready to play cricket with you.
Cricket – Who could have escaped the scintillating (and blinding) appearance of the colorful IPL lightning on the cricketing skies of South Africa? Even if you are in Jackson, Mississippi, I am sure you were hooked onto cricinfo.com for getting the latest feed on the recently concluded (Yes!!) IPL 2 series, brought to you live for the first 2 hours by Bajaj, Surf Ultra and HDFC, while the remaining 2 hours were successfully sponsored by Dabur India, Pepsi and Godrej.
T-20 is entertaining and was certainly looked down upon as rebellious as the Kerry Packer series a few decades ago. But within a couple of years, we have a form of cricket that is ready to take over ESPN’s channels for 8 hours a day. This format is entertaining without a doubt. But seriously, I thought IPL 2 was an absolute embarrassment to the traditionalist while being a boring anaesthetic to the modern aficionado, thanks to Lalit Modi’s continuous enhanced treatment techniques applied to the rules of the game from ball 1 of over 1 to ball 240 of over 40. This includes commercialization of the game in all forms.
I was trying to root for CSK although I knew that the team probably had only 3-4 Chennai players in the playing 14, much like the eventual champions who had to search for someone with a Hyderabadi dialect in their 14.
In summary, Modi ensured that the tournament will be forgotten in a very short time, only to reappear next summer in a mutated form to infect us, if at all, to bite the consumer palate of average Joe like you and me. Although what I hope is for someone to stand up to Modi and tell him “Vilaiyadathae!”