My feisty best friend Asha P. calls to ask me to come cheer on the sports team she captains. Shashi offers to walk over with me and Gemma; since we are always proud to be seen with my stylish and handsome brother-in-law, and it is a beautiful afternoon, we happily set forth. Alas, we arrive at the playing field to discover that the opposing “Heroes” team is unfortunately anything but: led by their crazy-eyed coach Amrish Puri, they are cheating like mad.
Shetty says nothing, but his shiny bald head and bulging muscles are intimidating. Ajit on the other hand is quite vocal, shouting lunatic threats of world domination and lobbing firecrackers in all directions. The Heroes have in fact scored one goal already, probably by accident.
Asha’s Bulbuls are giving them an unexpected run for their money though. These fierce ladies—despite being hampered by the requisite Spare Hair and tight clothes—are not about to cave in to the Heroes’ bullying tactics. Faryal (always the exhibitionist, God love her) suggests the girls strip down to their lingerie to distract their opponents, and Shashikala piles on the bling in hopes of blinding them in the bright sun, although it is not clear how the other Bulbuls (and their fans) will avoid being blinded as well.
Poor referee Ratan Gaurang is feeling lots of pressure. Lalita Pawar has strolled by in her “Christian-Lady-Sunday-Best” and is giving Ratan a lengthy lecture on integrity as Gemma barks like a mad thing at a bunch of colorful Bolly-butterflies.
Will her barking, Faryal in her fancy chaddies and Shashikala’s jewelry help the Bulbuls score? Will Referee Ratan learn to stand up for what’s right? Or will Ajit blow up the field before any of this can happen? And most importantly: where shall we all go for drinks afterwards?
And yes, just like last time, I realize that this whole thing makes me seem insane (and you can click on the picture if you want to see it larger—that will imply that you are crazy too, though).
MemsaabStory 