The caravan of winners

Last night was crazy. There has been a lot said and written about the gallantry of Pakistan team and the effect it has had on the entire nation. I dont feel like writing about that, but about what we did after Pakistan won.

After the game last night, a series of messages started floating and a plan was set to meet at Zabeel Park. About 5 cars with 20 Pakistanis met up to just have fun and make the night even more memorable. I have never listened to Jazba Junoon more in my life, driven like Schumacher, shouted and screamed on the road. For some reason everything seemed justified.

We left with the hazard lights on, Pakistan flags covering the cars. Those who didn't have any flags made do with team shirts. Songs - Jazba Junoon and Dil Dil Pakistan - were so loud that zombies would want to return back to the corpse while the unbearable, continuous car horn annoyed and amused at the same time. Other cars joined the caravan - randomly on the road - and what started as a small group became a protocol for a foreign president (I would say Mugabe but then in Pakistan it could just be a cheap bureaucrat)

There was no route to follow as is normally the case in such situations. There were however two purposes: to praise and glorify Pakistan and make sure that it's neighbor remembers the win. As a person I believe more in friendship and peace than war but when it comes to cricket I just strike out all the rules and the rivlarly becomes beautiful.

After visiting a few places in Karama the caravan headed to the Pakistan consulate. There, at 22:30, the guard was fast asleep. After hearing the noise he woke up, stumbling all along trying to put on his hat. No sir, it is not the President of Pakistan but a bunch of cricket hooligans - only peaceful. He was an arab so had no idea what was going on.

Next we covered Meena Bazar, Lamcy and Pakistan association. We were stopped by the police who threatened to impound the cars. Someone from the caravan spoke in arabic and they let us go. Like me, no one else was bothered (or gave a shit as I thought then). It was as if after the win we had nothing to lose.

There were people dancing in the middle of the road without fear of being hit by a car or as is the case in Dubai, arrested by the police. A bunch had a dhol - I leave the rest to imagination.

In most cases excitement is a controlled emotion or can be controlled. But there are times when no one knows what or why. In our case no one wanted to know what or why. It was just fair, right, honest and fun - just like Pakistan's win.