Indian Premier League (IPL) commissioner Lalit Modi's suspension and all its surrounding drama is the steaming hot topic of discussion at almost all cricket lovers' dinner tables these days.

The game's lovers are not interested in what is being served at the table, but are very angry with the serving of notices to Modi and his IPL by the income tax authorities. Chicken or mutton does not matter, what matters is that Modi is being made the sacrificial lamb, they feel.

Millions of my blog's followers feel the authorities got jealous after reading my post on how Modi should be India's CEO.

Basically, the cricket world is angry with all the authorities' googlies. They feel Modi is being fixed. And included in the cricket world is my family.

The wife said, "Oh, with Modi gone, my chances of bagging the catering contract for the IPL have gone down the Worli gutter."

She felt that I had gotten so close to Modi, that when the next round of contracts was announced for IPL 4, she would have definitely won the catering contract.

I agreed with her for once. Everyday, I told her, she cooks enough at home to feed all the IPL teams, and all the officials, so no famine could strike the league at any time.

She brushed off my appreciation, saying that it did not matter how much is cooked, but what matters is how well it's cooked. Chicken cannot be cooked in one over, it needs to be cooked well, probably in 20 overs, she continued. I nodded in agreement, not comprehending her point.

The daughter said, "Oh, dad, my only chance of meeting superstar Shah Rukh Khan has been dropped, like the catches these cricketers drop at crucial moments near the boundary."

She added, "Dad, you were so close to gaining proximity to Modi with your blog post. So sad! At least you could have gotten us passes for the IPL 3 finals at Navi Mumbai. My friends could have cheered the Mumbai Indians, especially Sachin Tendulkar, and Mumbai would have won."

The daughter went on, "Mumbai would have been happy if the Mumbai Indians had won. Mukesh Ambani would have been happy. Reliance would have been happy. Bal Thackeray would have been happy. And most important, Sachin would have been happy!"

The son agreed, throwing into the dustbin all the IPL T-shirts the wife had bought for him (New season, new T-shirts, dad!).

"All the booze my friends bought to celebrate had to be wasted in drowning their sorrows," he said. He went on to explain how the controversy over Modi and the IPL had disturbed the Mumbai Indians, and that was why they had lost the match.

I could not but agree with his analysis, which was as sharp as the expert views on television.

The girlfriend, silent all along, finally broke down. "It is all because of you!" she cried. "If you had not written that silly blog post, nothing would have gone wrong. Never ever praise anyone in your blog again."

"Now, do one thing, at least," she continued, regaining her composure, "speak to this new IPL chief, this Amin chap, and get me to be a part of the IPL 4."

"Yes, darling," cooed the wife, "you can at least do that for your girlfriend."

"Oh, gosh, what could I do for the girlfriend now?" I wondered, sweating (nothing to do with equity, I say). I cannot even get her included as a cheerleader in the next IPL as that Alembic Amin fellow (cough, cough, Glycodin, anyone?) is cleaning up the IPL!