Being Madhuri Singh Dhoni

(No, I'm still Madhuri Rahul Dravid!!! But you'll understand the title of the post, after you finish reading the post... )
Obviously, I found MSD cute when he made his debut against Bangladesh on December 24, 2004, although I thought he would have looked better with his hair short, rather than long. Mom rejected her latest son-in-law with a “Look at his hair? Looks mad to me.” and a dirty expression on her face as if he’s from Dharavi slums.

When he hit that sexy 148 at Vishakapatnam and won the man of the match award, Mom was a bit impressed. “He can speak English”, she exclaimed. I referred to my latest crushes list and jotted down.

1) Kinda cute
2) Plays fairly good cricket
3) Decent wicketkeeper
4) Can speak English
5) Nice smile
6) A healthy 7 years of age difference between him and me

And then it happened. The long-haired dude of Indian team became the captain of Twenty20 team. Like, the rest of India, I was skeptical whether we would win the cup.
“What if we win the Cup?” I asked mom, as I usually ask her whenever any Champions Trophy, World Cup, Asia Cup etc. happen. She usually gives saracastic answers in reply.Can't remember any example.
I’m still kicking myself for forgetting what she gave in reply.

His next appearance was in the newspapers. With a new hair-cut. WOW.
Cutting a long story short, I was totally into him then. Mom’s smile whenever Dhoni appeared on the television, ensured Dhoni’s place as her new son-in-law was still alive.

There’s something about that guy which makes me admire him a lot. The emotionless, the ice-cool nature. Which I have started implanting in myself, recently.
I used to be very very very short tempered in school, and in my 1st and 2nd year of college. Never thought a damn who the opponent was, be it my best friend, my parents, my enemies, all received the same treatment. Shout, yell, abuse, walk off, bang a few things here and there, and well, in some cases, hurt the person physically and walk away.
Then came, 3rd year. Ganguly and Dravid were kicked out (I prefer saying that, rather than dropped. It sounds more meaningful, you know) because Dhoni and the selectors and Gary Kirsten wanted a youth-oriented team. Valid reason, but I was among those sensible cricket fanatics (what an oxymoron!)who thought there should have been a rotation policy. Make the seniors play 1-2 games and then rest them. But you can't kick them out, just to get young kids into the side, one fine day. Maybe, we Indians are just too sentimental. Chucking, the emotional crap. We won the Tri-series in Australia for the first time in history. No use complaining and protesting then, thought every cricket fanatic.
Proves that a captain has to be emotionless. People (Not us cricket fanatics, but the masses, the common folk, the mere mortals, I may sound arrogant, but I prefer keeping it that way) claimed Dhoni kicked the two seniors out of the team so that he could dominate the ODI team without any senior poking his nose. And Dhoni couldn’t have the balls to kick out Sachin, because Sachin is, well, Sachin.
The point of this whole post is, the angry young girl that I was, has started becoming indifferent. Emotionless. I hardly freak out over anything that happens now (except when dogs are nearby, I’m still trying not to be scared of dogs, heavens help me) But it’s great being indifferent. Without freaking out over any damn thing. It doesn’t pinch you at all. And it irritates the other person, which is the best part. Feels something like Gandhigiri, must admit. Indifferent to all the girly nakhras of “My kajal isn’t fine and I have a date with him” or “I have put oil in my hair so I can’t come to the mess for breakfast”. Indifferent to all the boys who put me down all the time. No reaction to the all the taunts showered upon South Indians, cricketers I admire (because I arrogantly believe they are made by the mere mortals who don’t know a shit about cricket). And of course, put on indifference when there is talk about my sister or my grandparents. *choked throat*

And I’m doing a great job. I never knew I had so much patience. And it’s coming naturally now. No longer put-on. How ?
Only wish MSD had come on to the scene before. The angry young girl wouldn’t have kicked so many asses (literally) in her temper then.

p.s- Haven’t referred to only my friend’s circle in the above example. It might just be you, that I’m referring to. Watch out what you say. I won’t react but I’ll just end up putting it on my blog. I’m so evil, I know it….
I wonder why I never bothered to inculcate Dravid’s patience into me. Would have saved a lot of energy, blood pressure rising, and of course, many people’s asses.