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I bleed red and from the nose when it is tensed and its gross

So, if you never heard of bleed blue, you probably have just time traveled from the future or just woke up from the deep slumber after a millions of years. Bleed Blue was the term coined by Nike for world cup cricket and it caught on.

People are using the phrase everywhere, 90% of the friends list on Facebook is bleeding blue. Every-time someone mentions the phrase, I resist going the Nana Patekar way and smash their fingers with a rock to show them, dude you are bleeding red and not blue. But no, that would be unpatriotic to do so.

India has smashed their way into the world cup finals, and everywhere a mood is lifting. People have decided to wear the tricolors on their cheeks, forehead and... everywhere.

Different colors of patriotism are shown on the street with models promising to bare all, full monty for the team India. People who could not predict the future of their local shop are now predicting the win and loss of the Indian team.

In all these mood and uncertainty, the captain of sri lankan team was not even sure what he wanted heads or tails, even the Gulli cricket in our area is better. So anyways, running to watch the match, lets hope the match is not as funny as the toss.

And yes, pray for Sachin, he has spend many lives against Pakistan, will be hard to create same magic again... or will it???
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