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Victorious>>>>>>>>>>

The IPL fever is high on everyone. It's a new dimension of cricket that is being explored and thus being a great success in popularity and craze…

I have been quite lucky to part of the EDEN family last Thursday , and a witness to the intense on field battle between DADA and Rahul…

It was a bad day in Kolkata with the rain and Bandh taking a heavy toll on the exuberance, but the great game of bat and all marked the end at 1:58 a.m quite well…

The magical three over spell by Ganguli was a treat to watch specially when the stumps of Dravid were shattered by a DADA arm over…

The man with the golden arm did prove to be the best once again and with great fielding skills by Taibu it was a great match indeed….

The fate was almost sealed when the match was about to be called off with the recurrence of rain but the may be destiny had something else in store for the Malya's…

It's rather sad for RC that KKR rose from the ashes at their cost …

The best part of it all was that the King was again amidst all glory and Hail…

King Khan was happy, virtually overjoyed to hand over the Golden Helmet to SOURAV at the prize distribution ceremony after the match…

ALLHAIL THE KING!!!MAY KNIGHTRIDERS ALWAYZ WIN>>>>ROCK ON!

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Butterfly said…
I watched the match on TV. It was very exciting!:-)
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Akansha Sinha said…
i loved the spirit of the game thats conveyed in ur article...its a pleasure to read articles wher you get the confidence to rise frm ur own ashes...and im happy tht i gt the oppurtunity to tht..keep smilin...:)....Avec beaucoup amour~Akansha

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