There’s nothing more exciting to the chatterati than someone daring to wash dirty linen in public. They revel in it. I won’t project a holier-than-thou image and say that I don’t like it. I do enjoy it. So no doubt when the fake IPL Blogger surfaced, it gave us a lot to b*#@h about.
The cricketers are not saints. Pakistani cricketers aren’t there so there may be little less wilder things that the fake Blogger can brag about. Last year, when IPL debuted in Delhi, the Capital’s glitterati saw it all — sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll that followed each match. The cheerleaders found themselves invited in the most exclusive dos that barred the hoity-toity socialite babes. The same cheerleaders later flaunted autographs on their knickers and bras. I, for one, do not doubt what the fake IPL Blogger has been writing. I met this Pakistani star a night before a big match and asked him, “Don’t you have a match tomorrow?” He replied matter-of-factly, “ Yes.” When I looked at his drink, he promptly added, “Oh, that’s just to perk up for the game!”
The fatal attraction between cricket and Bollywood is a known thing. The chemistry between a cricketer and Bolly-Babe is sort of irresistible. Last time we saw Yuvi and Raima Sen’s sizzling hot chemistry. Now the fake IPL Blogger is hinting at the same Prince Charming and his extra loyalty towards his team-owner. It’s unfortunate for King Khan that he hasn’t earned such die-hard loyalists.
In fact, he irked one to go blogging about dirty secrets within. Probably SRK should introduce a feminine face to the team to earn their passionate loyalty. What say thou?
But the best place to listen to more IPL gossip is a high-soc do. What you get to hear here is much more scandalous than what the fake IPL Blogger is writing home. These socialites usually know most of the team-owners so they manage to get into the super VVIP arenas.
One lady said, “Since smoking is banned in public, they were happy powdering their nose every time somebody hit a 4 or a 6.” How convenient, ha? Another Ms Goodie-goodie said, “We were having a cosy get-together at the hotel-suite post a match and suddenly these trashy cheerleaders barge in and boy, you should have seen the glint in the eyes of these boys. I toh baba ran out from there.” Missy, we believe you but your friend told us that you only left the suite the next morning. Uff, this b**@hy world! Why get your dirty linen out in the open?