Everyone, who lived in Indi-ville,
Liked IPL a lot.
But the Grinch, who lived a little north of Indi-ville,
The Grinch hated IPL! The whole IPL season!
But no one knows why, please don’t ask the reason
It could be because his medium pace bowling wasn’t too tight
Or maybe because his cover drive wasn’t still quite right
But I think, the mostly likely reason of all
Was because his brain was two sizes too small
But whatever the reason, the drive or the medium pace
He sat there in his cave, with a very grumpy face
Staring at his TV set with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the people celebrating the team of their town
He hated it when people cheered, it made his grinchy blood boil
Didn’t matter if it was a Chennai Superking or a Rajasthan Royal
“And they’re buying their tickets!”, He said with a sneer
There’s a match in town, IPL is practically here!
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find a way to stop the IPL teams from coming!”
For tomorrow, he knew
All the IPL fans would gather at the stadium. And then!
Oh the noise! Oh the noise! noise! noise! noise! noise!
And then, those blasted fans, young and old, would shout!
And then they’d shout!
They would shout and holler until their voices were hoarse
They’d scream for their team and that filled our Grinch, with great remorse.
And THEN they’d do something the Grinch liked least of all
Everyone down in Indi-ville, the tall and the small
Would get together and talk!
And then they’d talk!
They’d talk about the day’s match, over much song and wine
They’d talk about the batsmen, bowlers and the cheerleaders fine
They’d talk about every wicket, six and four
They’d talk, until their throats went sore.
The more the Grinch thought of this whole Grand-IPL-Thing
The more the Grinch thought,
“I must stop this whole thing!
Why, I’ve put up with it for long enough now
I must stop this IPL…but how?! “
And then he got an idea!
An Awful idea!
The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!
“I know just what to do!”
The Grinch laughed in his throat
And he quickly made an Umpire’s hat and coat
And he chuckled, and clucked
“What a great grinchy ploy,
Wearing an Umpire’s outfit to trick these stupid people gives me such great joy!”
“Those fans of the IPL, those fools
Don’t they realize that the ICC always plays by BCCI’s rules?
And 20-20, what a stupid trend
Any REAL cricket lover, it will surely offend.
Why don’t they understand its all a money making gimmick?
Argh! The thought makes me feel bulimic!
But tonight! I will stop it all
and I, the Grinch will be the reason for the IPL’s downfall!
And so the Grinch, in his hat and coat so red
Cackling (so loud it would wake the dead)
Climbed down to the stadium in the little town
And not for a minute did he slow down.
Into the stadium he did sneak
(He stopped in the cheerleader’s dressing room for a little peek)
He raided the players’ quarters, like a stealthy cat
And ransacked the place, stealing every stump, ball and bat.
He didn’t even leave Dhoni’s Zandu Balm
And on his way out, even stole a cheery girls’ pom-pom
He put them in his big brown sack and did a little dance
Now there would be no IPL, no, not a chance.
“Oh those mimble-wimbles will come now!” He was grinchishly humming
“They’ll find out now that the IPL is not coming!
Oh I know what they’ll do! They’ll open their mouth for a minute or two
And then they’ll cry! Oh-boo-hoo-hoo
And that’s a noise”
Grinned the Grinch
“I simply must hear!”
So he paused and put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising, and although
It was very very low
It began to grow
But the sound wasn’t sad!
It couldn’t be so!
But it WAS merry!
When he stared down at the stadium,
The Grinch popped his eyes!
For what he saw
Was a shockingly shocking surprise!
The players were out there, playing
The bowlers were out there, bowling
And the cheerleaders were out there, cheering!
Dhoni’s bat was but a slab of wood
But even then, he was extremely good
Ishant Sharma’s deliveries had such great bounce
When he bowled off paper balls, they didn’t weigh an ounce!
And the crowd roared, they shouted and clapped
While the Grinch, he felt like he’d been slapped!
He hadn’t stopped the IPL from coming! It came!
Somehow or the other, it came, just the same!
But how could it be so? It came without branded bats! It came without fancy balls!
“It cannot be be!” The Grinch is appalled.
And he puzzled for three hours, until his tiny brain became sore
He took a little break and then puzzled some more.
And then something hit him! A revelation!
Possibly the answer to all his frustration.
“Maybe the IPL”, he thought
“Isn’t about the glitz, glamour and fame
Maybe, it has been created, out of love for the game!
Them Indis love their cricket, we all know they do
And everyone wants more of what they love, don’t you?
They want their cricket, they want their thrills
They want to see tested, every player’s skills
So even if there are a million ads,
A thousand TV babies, moms and dads
So be it tests, one dayers, t20s or even ones with a taped tennis ball
Every game’s a game, no matter now small! “
And what happened then?
Well in Indiville they say,
That the Grinch’s brain grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his brain didn’t feel so tight
He whizzed into the pitch and its harsh white lights
He brought back the bats!
He brought back the balls!
He brought back the stumps!
Yes, he returned everything he stole, he gave it all.
And then, to celebrate Grinch’s great change of mind
He got to bat, and this time,
His cover drive was mighty fine.
-Originally Seuss-Rhyme by Coconut Chutney