
BEFORE departing for India, I had friends and family passing on travel  tips, advice and personal experiences. Some of it good, and some of it  worrying. As this was my first trip overseas, I needed to take it all  in. But with any challenge in life, I like to have an open heart, clear  head and positive attitude. This was not just a holiday abroad, this was  a job and nobody could prepare me to become a cricket-loving,  cheerleading, IPL girl but me!
Already three weeks have passed and in  that time I cannot believe how a group of normal girls can become  instant celebrities! Each team of ten girls has a manager and we all  receive strict instructions from them about safety, behaviour and  reputation, as it seems girls from previous years did not heed the rule  book!
For example, if people ask why we are in their country, we have  to say that we are friends on holiday. The majority of Indians are  cricket crazy, glued to their televisions, reading the papers,  supporting their teams. So as the tournament kicked off, it became  pretty obvious we were not telling the truth!
On our days off, we are  free to explore and take in what India has to offer but its not always  easy. You can just imagine, a group of fit, easy on the eye, western  ladies cruising the congested busy streets…
To  the citizens, we are practically like walking porn! All eyes are on you  all the time; it is complete voyeurism. The women double take, see you  and then pretend you do not exist. The men see your face, then your  boobs, your butt, and then your boobs again! As we walk, all you hear is  “IPL, IPL!” with a little head jingle!
Usually only after day  matches there is an exclusive after party and at night is when it all  happens. The music pumps, the drinks flow and the cricketers come and  go. We mingle and associate with important people of the IPL wearing  their finest and sexiest, sponsors of all sorts, media and fashion  shows, even Indian MTV! But the real funhappens in the VIP rooms where  the players and night owls can cause scandal! The few Indian players we  have met, such as MS Dhoni and Rohit Sharma have been very polite and  keep to themselves in the dark corners. Hotshots like Tendulkar with  families at home are never present. The likes of Jonty Rhodes and Albie  Morkel are notorious for having a good time with friends!
‘Ol Graeme  Smith will flirt with anything while his girlfriend lurks behind him.  The Aussies are fun but naughty, such as Aiden Blizzard and Dan  Christian. By the end of a crazy evening, a certain someone had played  kissing catchers with three girls known to me only, although he has his  own girlfriend back home. He cooed to each girl, “Come home with me, I  just want to cuddle!’
Oh, please! I have come to realise that  cricketers are the most loose and mischievious sportsmen I have come  across. Makes me wonder if I should worry about them more then the  commoners on the street! I still have a long while here, so I shall keep  my tip list in mind.
Tip number 1: ‘Beware of the cricketers!’