When I got a call from my friend Ram in Cupertino about a week back, I thought it was an April Fool's joke. He said he had tickets for the semi-final and final of Cricket World Cup 2011, and wanted me to join him and his three school buddies from Mumbai - Sundar, Kindi, and Visu. Then, recalling that Ram was a cricket nut who flew down all the way to the West Indies to watch one India game during the last world cup, I knew this was serious business. I soon found myself on a plane to Delhi on Tue eve, met the gang at the airport, enjoyed a relaxed dinner at the Radisson, and finally started our five-hour road trip on a cool night to Chandigarh. Our WC expedition had begun! Now, take a well-laid out residential colony like Jayanagar of the 80s with its hundreds of independent homes and their manicured front-lawns, and criss-crossed by narrow, tree-lined, grid-like streets and lanes. Now pluck out about eight blocks of those homes and plonk in a cricket ground with a sm