IPL's IN THE HOUSE, BABY Plumbing is leaking, the oil is over. But shhh, daddy's watching the match !! //CAPTION Daddy, can I go to dance tonight ? Yes, my darling daughter. Pops, can I take the car ? Sure, my dearest son. Wife: I am talking to you, did you hear me, I am addressing you. No answer from the Man. This is known as IPL convo. These seven weeks change the family dynamics so drastically. In a one TV house there is anarchy between wife's soaps,husband's madness for the game and children's choices. In a two TV house there is cacophony, in a three TV house there is bedlam. As the first week ends, dinner becomes an incidental and is eaten either alone, cold or rapidly in the 150 second strategic break. Husbands and wives become strangers and conversation lies crippled on the floor with no one to do it any reverence. The most eloquent expressions are 'uh hu', 'hmmm' and 'ufff' , the last being aimed at the screen for a dropped catch or a silly runout and even Covid cannot stale the infinite variety of each match. By week two the children are now aliens and it does not matter if they have three red marks on their report card, Dhoni is playing Kohli, here daddy will sign it, now go away and stop disturbing me. By week three, the wife's efforts to inform the husband that things are needed, the plumbing is leaking, the oil is over, the maid has to be paid are unheard and now causing grievous tension in the marital fabric. By now the men in the house are all parts of the sport drug dip for millions of Indians. The few who resist this abject surrender are now looked upon as abnormal and engaging in sacrilege. What, you don't watch the cricket . No, better things to do.
