Dude, where's my bike?
Stock the fridge with milk, fill up the fuel tank and give it up for India's captain

© Ashish Padlekar
Captain Cool (with apologies to Chris Gayle)
Unfettered, long-haired, milk-drinking, bike-riding, small-town football goalie turned wicketkeeper-axeman turned short-haired, unflappable captain-cum-finisher. With Z class security.
How many other cricketers do you know who have a posse of lady bodyguards to keep the female admirers at bay?
He was mobbed by a crowd of hundreds when he went for a haircut once.
He once had to meet a bunch of old friends in a rail yard and have a meal with them in a train parked there.
Being irritatingly composed at moments of intense stress on the field.
Guns, bikes, first-person shooter games.
Books on guns and bikes.
Having temples built in his honour.
Modelling himself on the various kids in TV ads who make a career out of breaking windows by sending cricket balls through them.
Turning up on TV in a bathtub in an ad for Mysore Sandalwood soap.
The scissor shot, a vicious swipe played with both feet off the ground and crossed.
Getting Joginder Sharma to bowl crucial death overs in Twenty20s.
Deciding to get a bachelor's in commerce at St Xavier's in Patna (leading excited female students to shriek, "But how will we study with him here?") and then not turning up for classes.
An accomplished speaker of Japanese, he can deliver the phrase "Suzuki Hayabusa" in a flawless accent.
"Of course". Obviously.
The shovel.
Gasoline in the morning.
A "Got Milk?" ad.
An ad, any ad.
An Ed Hardy t-shirt and Oakleys.
A Harley.
An all-time elegant players XI.
Government awards ceremonies.
He once bought 10 pairs of RM Williams boots in Australia.
Machete-wielding, boot-wearing, undergrowth-clearing expert on jungle expeditions.
Spokesman for the automotive industry, public speaker on the harmful effects of calcium deficiency in children.
The Phantom
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