Let's Do The Twist AGAIN!

Third-rate South African player, Andre Nel whips up some traditional Swahili black magic, to get rid of the Indian captain. His chant, "Inga Boonga etc etc" is sung to the tune of Chubby Checker's evergreen "Let's do the twist", and roughly translates into:
" Come on let`s twist the Indians again,
like we did the past 100 summers!
Yeaaah,let`s twist their necks again,
like we did the last 100 years!"

I Is Being Shaktimaaan. I Is Being Supercaptaaan.

Observer A) Every time I see this picture, I think of the classic Moloko album, "Do You Like My Tight Sweater?", for the sole reason because I feel Dravid's asking his desi female fans, "Do You Like My Tight...ummm...TIGHTS?".

Observer B) The secret of my success - wearing chaddhis on my pants, ala every Western superhero. Yesssss.

I have an urge to start a Bollywood-focused blog on the lines of Cow-Tse-Tung's Cricketing Vignettes :-( .

This Ain't No Wrestling Arena

Observer A) Andre Nel's been watching too much fake-wrestling.

Observer B) Seems like the South Africans take the "inflicting a crushing defeat on your opponents" phrase literally.

The Fatal Embrace

A shining example of Hindu-Muslim unity - the friendship between mentor Saurav Ganguly, and perennial rookie, Mohammed Kaif.

I Shot The Ponting...But I Did Not Shoot No Gilchristuty

Observer A) Ricky Ponting is shot by Stuart MacGill, after the latter was dropped from the Aussie Test squad for the 4618302th time. MacGill was heard saying, "I just wanted him to feel MY pain". Yeah, right. Psycho.
Observer B) "Steward" (he's been twelfth man for so long, c'mon!) McGill unleashes his inner demon, better known as Corporal P. Unishment on the Aussie Captain, Sticky Daunting.

Billa, Pass Me the Bong Yaar

As a rule, Indians are sucky surfers. But, Surfbhajan Singh, erstwhile "lethal" (really :-O) spinner tries to prove the critics and blue-eyed, blonde-haired, tanned Caucasian surfie wrong.

I'm-A-Goin'-Huntin'

"Fatty" TenDullCar's next meal?
Will somebody call PETA and tell them what's going on?!

Sharminda Chaminda?

Bum-In-Da-Lass (yeah, yeah, who'd be cruel enough to call their child THAT?) can't seem to come to terms with being hit all over the place by the resurgent Indian team.

Observer B)
Bum-in-Da-Lass: I might not be able to bowl, but I can still stare you bitches down, and fucking out.