DK Bose and Super 5’s

DK Bose and Super 5’s

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The perfect set up for the long planned weekend seemed bleak when the week long rain never took an interest in subsiding on the dawn of Saturday as well. But the pray on the night before had done some tricks as the cloud started to disperse from the east showing void hope of sun. 7:30 in the clock and we were all set for the ‘Bhaag! Bhaag! DK Bose DK Bose Bhaag!’

I was standing on the queue in front of Cinema carrying a small yellow chit worth 100 bucks after a long time. As far I remember it was the first ever after the college. Saturday; Morning Show, God! It’s been 6 month since I last visited cinema. No more class so no more bunking and how can I do my attendance in the theater. The long lost feeling was again haunting my psyche. 2 hours total fun and when I was out just wanna say ‘‘Bhaag! Bhaag! DK Bose DK Bose Bhaag!’

Two hours with DK Bose was enough to spend the morning. What about the whole day? We made a plan to walk along the National Soccer team on the road to Brazil 2014. Qualifying round for the samba land was on the way in the capital and how can we miss it. We went to the room, hurried our lunch and get ready to line up for the ticket in the Rangasala.

Two hours before the kick off we were biding our time on the long queue outside the Rangasala with 200 bucks hoping the cost and the wait will be for the glory. I remember lining up several times in past and the thoughts were different then. I used to call them The Chicken Theory: at least don’t get hammered much. But now after the leap frog in the FIFA table my mind has fostered the new one The Buff theory: Go and kick their ass. And I with my gang was waiting outside along with the long queue of zealous fans to see our champs excel over Timor Leste’s.

I was one of the 15 thousands fanatics on the stadium with eyes wide open to witness the history in making. Small country and wee history but it was wonderful. And not to forget it took just 90 min to embark the one in the pitch. The Mexican Wave, the Fan Songs, the Clapping and the Yelling, Scolding, Rough words, Excitation and shittttt, Tips and Coaching from the stand. The 90 minutes passed in the blink of an eye with hackling, whistling and screaming. When the whistle blew off the side screen was showing the statistics 5-0. Those super fives were the best figures I had witness in my visit to Rangasala. What more you want? The hour’s long wait and the happy ending.

The two hours spend inside the theater and the stadium was equal

in duration but what can I say about the feeling they imparted in my minds. The best weekend I had spend in a long time made me go through the drastic transformation of emotion. The fokaad entertainment and the glory you’ll die for to see. The alloy of fokaad entertainment and the glory made my weekend. Not to forget the later one made by Buff Theory the winner. Now onward I’ll say Go Nepal Go, Go and Kick Their Ass.