Updated On: 05 October, 2025 08:21 AM IST | Mumbai | Rahul da Cunha
“Now tell me why you’re running like a mad person, dressed in a football jersey, holding a large silver cup in the middle of the night?” I enquired

Illustration/Uday Mohite
It was midnight, and I heard a big thump on my door. “Hey men, Dikuna, open fast no men… hurry up ya men, chhe… chal chal chal chal…”
I opened the door — my cable technician, Lobo Lobo, stood at my doorstep, out of breath, sweating, his jersey sopping wet. Most unusually, he held in his arms a large silver cup.