Show me the money!!

Hello to all the bored and jobless people who are at this moment reading this blog. You know you should be doing something better!
The past week has undoubtedly been the 'moolah' week. While the world looked enviously at Lalit Modi's and BCCI's moolah, Mulayam Singh Yadav looked at Mayawati's moolah. Carlos Slim's moolah crossed Bill Gates' moolah. And for good measure, David Beckham had a good look at his lost moolah, when England's favourite cheerleader lost out on a World Cup berth in true Trojan hero style(and that's the last time I use the word moolah. Promise).
So to begin with Her Highness, the leader of the Dalits and the supreme champion of the causes of the poor and down-trodden. The lady has done her subjects huge favours by erecting a statue of hers in every nook and cranny on the streets of Lucknow. And how the people love her for that!. The people's 'love' manifested in her being presented a monstrous multi-crore garland made entirely of 1000 rupee notes. Move over Romeo, that's spontaneous love for you! What? Poor and down-trodden did you say? What a load of old tosh! Its love! Now wait for her birthday bash.
One person though, would be wistfully eyeing all that wealth. David Beckham snapped his Achilles tendon while having a light jog during a football match. Now somehow by some co-incidence, I suddenly managed to get a sneak peek into the minds of the Beckhams during that moment of pain. Here is the sequence of thoughts of both Victoria and David Beckham.

VB: Why did he suddenly pull up?
DB: Ouch! What was that? Oh my Achilles!!
VB: Oh no! There goes my chance to promote the Victoria Beckham dress range!
DB: Aaaaaah!!! That hurts!
VB: Nooooo!!!That puts an end to my over sized Chanel sunglasses deal. And my Louis Vuitton handbags deal, my Christian Louboutin high heels deal!
DB: Aaaaaah!!! My Armani suits deal! My Hush Puppies shoes deal' My promotion for Jim's tattoo parlour!
VB: Sniff!! Those photographers will now make Toni Poole the queen bee.
DB: Oh hold it! I won't be able to play for 7 months. Damn! That's a lot of good deals gone.

So much for the football then.
Anyway, moving on to the IPL. Mandira Bedi with her 40 haircuts in 50 days routine has been banished to ITV in the UK. In her place, the King of Hyperbole is back. 'That ball has gone so high, its going to kiss the air hostess before it comes down', '2 wickets in 3overs. They are falling over faster than cycles in a cycle stand!'. Yes, Navjot Singh Sidhu is well and truly back. And as if ads after overs were not bad enough, we now have to accept the fact that Akshay Kumar's demented laughter can disrupt us between overs as well. Guess it will not be long before we are unable to realise whether Saurabh Tiwary's pull is a part of the match, or Akshay Kumar virtual forehand smash is. Personally however, the best comment of the IPL came from Harsha Bhogle. 'Lata Mangeshkar should not be singing rock and roll', claimed Mr. Bhogle, when VVS Laxman got out after another horrendously ugly looking swipe.
And across the border in Pakistan the mayhem continues. First they had players without a coach. Now they have a coach without any players. Knowing Pakistan though, this is enough to ensure that they will retain their status as T20 champions. Maybe a couple of more bans will well and truly seal the deal. That would be a Citi Moment of Success for sure.
Have a nice weekend then. Bye-bye!!