The agony of Vuvuzela and the World Cup in Africa 2010

 

You sit in your comfy beanie with a bottle of beer and some chips in front of the 32 inch LCD television. I don’t want to be disturbed today, I say. After all, it is the first match of the World Cup Soccer 2010 and you are all ears until the match begins.

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But, then began the agony of Vuvuzela- the native African horn. I know it might be a very “sacred” instrument to our African mates but without any personal vendetta against any race, it is a nuisance to me.

For the first few minutes, I was able to concentrate on the game and enjoyed Santos firing all cylinders. This lad is the player for the future. I am sure we will hear a lot about him in the coming years.

The excitement however was overshadowed by the ever increasing Vuvuzela. I could barely hear the commentator. I pitied the Poor Mexicans! It appears the Africans have an invisible 12th force called Vuvuzela. In crude comparisons, it might be what car horns are for us Bangaloreans. An American tourist would go crazy here.

Can you believe that for the sheer fear of going deaf or having a hallucinating VUVU effect, I watched the match on mute occasionally checking if the Vuvu sound is still there. But, it never did…

I thought Indian cricket supporters were the craziest zealots. But, if the chips are down, they tend to sober. Not the South Africans. Above all, they have nothing to lose and yes, beer is allowed.

So, what to do? Psychologically weaken(“deafen”) your opponents with the Vuvuzela!

Guess it did have an impact on me and I couldn’t be awake to watch the French play Uruguay.