Among the N junta who tried their hands at getting tickets for the India-Australia Bangalore match were me, Som (wrik.blogspot) and Sumeet (sumtya.blogspot). We were also among the N-n junta who returned home disappointed.

Som had warned me not to 'Count your chickens before you reach the counter' when we were in the queue (600buck). That was when I had talked about getting T-shirts and face paint and placards and had started soft-chanting "Indyaaa Indya pa-pa-pup Indyaaa Indya".

We got there around 6.00. While we waited, we solved Crosswords, sketched Policemen, ate biscuits, gave business to banana-walla, channa-walla, churmura-walla and boo-ed people who tried to poond in ( poonding is slang for 'entering a Queue at illegal entry-points'. If there is a regular English word for it, I would be happy to use it.) Our wait finally ended when the dreaded word 'Sold Out' travelled quickly through the Queue.

Near the mouth of the 200 buck counter, the queue was 5-6 people thick and people were falling all over each other.

We went to Dominoes and ate Pizza.