Mr. Ponting, this is referring to you and your collegues, Mr. Symonds, Mr. Hayden and Mr. Hogg telling something that made Mr. Harbhajan Singh very very angry. If I remember correctly Mr. Singh approached Mr. Symonds rapidly, I think right, before Mr. Tendulkar and the umpire restrained him and saved your collegue from buying a new whinger Aussie face post-match.
Of course we all know what happened next, when Mr. Singh replied to you and your collegues sicking remarks. I do not know how this comes across in Australia but in most parts of North India they would say that “Harbhajan Singh must have reminded of Australian’s mother and sister and might have made them into one…”
If you observe carefully you will notice that his surname is Singh.
You can do it. Try again. When you observe this surname on an Indian person in a competitive setting, such as a cricket match, traffic or in a crowded disco, you do not rub them the wrong way. In fact you avoid conversation at all costs. I would go so far to say that you complement them on their looks/wealth/health and relieve the location of your presence immediately.
While I am not a Singh myself I have had the opportunity to interact with several Singhs many of whom, inspite of my jokey, sarcastic demeanour, did not impel me to undertake critical surgery of any kind.
But that is because I said NOTHING. NADA. NIL.
This is a very good policy to follow with Singhs. Singhs, by and large, are some of the most jovial people in India. They love a good meal, heady drink and back slapping good humour. They work hard at whatever they do, party all night to the most infectious music and believe in living life to the fullest.
I know some Singhs who have two washing machines at home: one for washing clothes and the other for making Lassi. (True Fact.) But within this merry, albeit cholesterol full, demeanour hides a race that can rapidly combust when angered. When the average Singh has been driven to wrath he often throws things, throws things at things and sometimes drives things through other things. Such one other thing, once I observed, was a tractor.
And it’s not just action but also words. And whatay words! Rivaled in his insulting fervour only by a hardcore Haryanawi Jat, the average Singh can run through entire generations of Symonds, bestowing individual terms of endearment, without ever using the same abuse twice, or waiting to catch his or (this is the scary part) her breath.
Its good, that as a true sportsman, they never start, but mind you Mr. Ponting and gang if you start they know how to end. Cry like babies and lodging a complaint to the match refree shows what a big looser you are. Convincing the umpires that the catch was taken cleanly, which never was, shows how much respect you have for the game. Would conclude by saying, Team Australia is the best team on earth and also the biggest loosers on earth. And yes, a cautionary message to Punter saheb, if you ever want to remember your family, try instigating a "Singh", he will take it as a privilage and remind you of your family in-depth. Cribing stars - Australian Cricket Team
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