Holy fuck man I’m in the mood to rant. Like people need to calm the fuck down about this Aleks smoking thing like god damn. He said he was holding it for a friend on Twitter, even if he wasn’t, does it actually matter? Does his life choices directly affect you? It’s up to him what he does in his life and anyone getting upset over it need to calm down. Holy fuck people need to just calm. It’s his life, let him do whatever he pleases.


‘Awkward’ was how yesterday started. Then it turned out to be ‘adventurous’. Fun, later. Happiness was how it began. It turned out lachrymose. Happiness, was, how it ended as well. It was joy. It was a-day-as-an-honorary-WAG day. Kidding! Let’s just say I just pretended as a one. I quite honestly didn’t. But many thought I was. *sigh* Yesterday was everything. I wish if every day was a yesterday. But if every day was a yesterday, I wouldn’t have survived thus far in life.

I took the train from Kurunegala to Colombo at 5.30 in the morning. And when I arrived at RPS, alone, it was just 7.50 in the morning. I went to block A. “There are 5000 and more seats here. You can sit anywhere you want”, a groundsman told me. And as I expected, the entire stadium was empty expect for me and a few from the grounds-staff. Awkwardness, was what I felt. I roamed around a bit in block A, trying to pick up the best spot. A few minutes later, Pakistan boys arrived and started warming-up. Soon I realized, I’ve come to the wrong end. I was sitting next to the Sri Lankan dressing room, not the Pakistani one. While I was still at the same spot, Umar Amin came close to me me and started batting-practice. He saw me and looked at me for a minute or two and flashed a smile. (He’s known as the ‘dimple boy’ for a reason, I realised).

Anyway, I came out of block A and asked a security guard if I could get into the block near the Pakistani dressing room. He said that part of the ground was closed today but if I was part of players’ families, I could go to VIP section. I was like, “nah, aint that lucky in life.” Then he said, “You can still go if you have ‘friends’, this way…” He showed me the lift. I didn’t think twice. I went in and sat in the VIP boxes. And then I realized I was just a one floor above the players’ dressing rooms. I started freaking out a bit. However, I was focusing on Pakistani warm-ups. My boys can’t even field a leather ball during warm-ups. It was funny though—how they were misfielding. And, Mohammad Rizwan, after doing so many keeping practices, which he absolutely sucks at, took his shirt off in front of my eyes. Nah, boy, you aren’t allowed to do that. It’s illegal. However, after the game started, an actual ‘family’ came by and sat in the VIP section. Needless to say, I freaked out. They were looking at me and trying to assume who I was. Most accurately whose girlfriend I was. I first thought they were Kusal Perera’s family as they were cheering every run he scores. But then a SLC official came by and started talking with them and I came to know they were the family of Shehan Jayasuriya who scored 67 runs in this match. And then the SLC official asked me, “So who are youuuuu, little lady?” in a very friendly manner. I made this face. “I’m a…friend” slipped out of my mouth. Then everyone had this laugh. And the guy asked me to come and have something to eat. Thank goodness! I was hungry. I had some food: sandwiches, fish roles and tea. Free food. Good food.

A Sri Lankan player got out and another came in to bat. Then Shehan’s mother turned to me and asked, “Is he your friend?” while pointing her finger at the new batter. God help me! I didn’t even know who that was let alone be his ‘friend’. I said, “nah” while having a toothy grin. I left the VIP room to find a washroom and then met two ladies, who, I assumed, were, actual girlfriends of Sri Lankan players. I later found out I was right.  However, for some time, I could actually focus on the game. Zafar Gohar was running here and there, and carrying drinks. He didn’t play yesterday. He didn’t play a single ODI in the entire tour. (What a joke!) Sri Lanka A were doing amazing but during the latter part of the first innings, Pakistani bowlers came back and picked up wickets. There were many missed chances, as usual. One thing I realized was, that, Sarfraz Ahmed is the only decent wicket-keeper Pakistan’s having and going to have for some time. When I saw Rizwan keeps during the Bangladesh v Pakistan 3rd ODI, I thought he’s a ‘pretty’ horrible wicketkeeper. ‘Pretty’ horrible turned into ‘quite’ horrible in no time yesterday.

At 45th over, I walked out of the VIP section and came downstairs. It was nearing 2 at noon and I was already pretty late. But I wanted to meet Rizwan. Not any other player but Rizwan. I went to a guard and asked if I could sneak into the dressing rooms. He very politely said I couldn’t and it’s illegal. I was like ‘ok’ and roamed around a bit. Then a guy wearing a Pakistani t-shirt walked passed me and entered the basement area of Pakistan’s dressing room. Despite what the guards told me, I followed the guy and entered to the dressing room area. The first innings was over and one by one, the players started walking off the ground. My entire focus was on no one but Rizwan. However, I met the eyes of Umar Amin, yet again and he grinned at me, again and left in. Riz was the last to come out. He removed his wicket-keeping gears and footwear very calmly and kept them under the sun. He was heavily sweating and looked hectic. But still flawlessly beautiful. Peshawari swag. I went ahead and called, “Rizwan, can I have a picture with you?” “A picture? No. No sorry, I can’t” was the answer. My eyes dimmed. My face turned into nothing but utmost sadness. I didn’t ask him why. I very politely asked him if I could take his autograph. He said, “yeahhhh…” While, I was taking my notepad out of the bag, the guy wearing the Pakistani t-shirt asked him if he could pose with Rizwan. Riz agreed. My whole world fell apart. I very nearly cried. “Why can’t you have a picture with me?” slipped out of my mouth. He said, “Sorry…not with girls.” He then looked at me, made the saddest, cutest, most adorable puppy face in the entire universe and said, “I’m sorrieeeeee…” My heart melted. It was mostly like ‘I could have taken a picture with you but I’m not allowed.’ I said, “it’s okayyyy.” If I convinced him a bit more, he would’ve posed with me. But I didn’t want to trouble him furthermore. I was chilling in that air-conditioned room while he was out there in the hot May sun. Poor munchkin. And I’m sure he had reasons for that, i.e. Pakistani media made a whole mess out of nothing regarding a picture of Sohaib Maqsood sitting next to an Australian lady and the recent two year ban given by PCB to Raza Hasan.  I wish if Pakistan cricket, PCB and Pakistan in general were a little less messy so it could/would have been a lot awesome. When I told him I support them all the time, he thanked me with a genuine smile.  I had this two paged letter written to Riz in my bag. I took it out and gave it to Riz and asked, “Can you please please please read this later?” He had the scared face, again. Needless to say, I love his scared little face. “it’s not like what you think. It’s just a fan letter I swear please read this.” I didn’t mean to say that but somehow, it, too, slipped out of my mouth. He took it, gave it a quick look and said “okayyy.” I hope he reads it. I felt happy although I didn’t have a picture with him. I genuinely love him and it was such a pleasure meeting him. He’s sweet, nice but he’s also a scared little puppy at the same time. He also signed my notebook upside down. Adorable idiot. And he’s a star in his signature. Wonder what it means.

While I was walking back to leave, the guy wearing the Pakistani t-shirt told me, “Must have been really hard supporting Pakistan. Don’t people blame you?” The guy clearly understood my struggle. It took me a four hour journey by bus to get back home but it was worth it. I already feel quite nostalgic. And I came to know my boys won the game, chasing. They lost the previous two ODIs, therefore the series, but won the final one. Maybe I was a lucky charm for them.