GLAD to have you back, I’ve missed you much

7 months and 27 days is quite a LONG time
“We keep breaking and forming, as usual” – Haha, how true!

I know I’m late, but my exams, you know
Now, it’s raining and it makes me think of you

Many more happy returns of the day, love

Hope you're using that Disney T -shirt I bought you, haha!

•  I did my GRE and TOEFL exams well
• TCS offered me a job (which I promptly decided to decline)
• I’m learning to play the Guitar

Oh and I fought with HER on the 21st of March and it has been 6 months (and counting) since I last spoke to HER.

As I sit at my desk at 1 AM in the early morning listening to Shreya Ghosal croon Aaromale (Oh, my Beloved),  I am reminiscing scenes and situations in my life. I realize that I have ALWAYS had a conversation with her in my head everyday, for the past six months and even though we have not spoken to each other, I subconsciously “talk” to her.

Well, a blog post is supposed to be about things that have influenced you in some way or experiences that have left and indelible effect on your life. One such is SHE and feels weird to write this post with no real substance in it except for Love. Arguably, Love could be the heaviest and substantial subject. I can’t judge, I am writing this.

My best friend, says she’s happy for me. She’s happy that my life will go very well because of all that I have worked so hard on.  She says she likes the fact that I’m growing day by day and that I am finally going to stop loving her and move on.  Oh, how I love that little ninny! 
I don’t know about that, honestly! I can’t say, I can’t foresee the future!

 I don’t know because SHE taught me taught me to live Life to the fullest degree possible. That I must live in the present and put my best foot forward for the future. LIVE in the present.

Her sister got married to the guy she loves during the first week of September. My congratulations to the both of them. I wish them a blissful life, lots of coitus and cute babies! 

I still remember HER telling me the dates of the wedding and not being certain about the venue, as clear as a bell. Funny, how I always remember stuff related to HER.

She’s had her trials too over the past few months. She had an arrear last semester and she was despondent for a few days (noticed that by her body language). But, I knew she would clear that subject (‘DAA’ or summat). Grade jumped up by one. Yes, I found out she had an arrear and about all the other stuff even before she did (Gosh, the Internet’s magical!)

That female, she’s resilient and she jumped right back on the horse 3 days later. Hahaha, I still remember her strutting into the Cafeteria, O.D. form in hand, on a Saturday – the same week as the declared results!

Rebellious and a perky girl! Full of Joie de Vivre! That’s why I admire HER! 

I’ve changed from a blithering fool to a responsible, lucid fellow. I’ve upped the grit and joy to pursue my goals in my Life! I’ve stopped being a little pessimistic (I kept questioning things) and turned into an Optimist. A Polyanna, if you will!

I am scared though. Everybody else’s life is either replete with love, happiness and the satiety of acquiring a job offer. My battle to fight for a place at a prestigious institution will begin! THAT is something I WANT BADLY!
I’ll need lots of Luck and Dame Luck, she’s always smiled upon me. I’m not that worried because I KNOW SHE will help me through it all, even if we don’t verbally speak to each other.

I’ll ALWAYS be there for HER, in her time of need. I’ve told her that many-a-time and I guess she never took me seriously. She might not, even now, Haha!
I’m there. SHE only has to turn and face me!

I’ve prayed and still pray to God for HER, everyday, for the past one and a half years! I have not missed even a single day and I am proud to say that!

I pray that she has a good day the minute I wake up.
I pray the seconds before I go to sleep. 
I pray that she learns to show her affection even more clearly, that she communicate better and to trust implicitly.
I pray that she become less selfish, egotistical and attitudinal. 
I pray for sweetness, kindness and warmth. 

I pray to God to help me reduce my own inherent bitterness.
I pray that I understand her better!  -  Haha! I’m praying right now!

Wow! Now that I think of it, I’ve noticed how mature I’ve turned out to be! Over the past two years, I’ve left the idiocy and bitterness and I find myself on some threshold level.
Hands on my hips, face eager and eyes widely observant, I look forward to Life! 

And, it’s implicit and doesn’t have to be said that I love HER dearly and I miss her very much! 

You are truly spectacular,

You make me smile!

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

Yes, it’s true,  just like God created us with a conscience, he also added a hint of Emotion to make us, if I may say so, humane.

Now, Emotion directly or indirectly controls the events that are singularly, I mean, taken one by one, spectacular.

It helps to deal with situations that arise when we collude to improvise on incidents that seem to have no rationale.

Take for example, the rants of a paramour, lying on his/her bed waiting for sleep to wash over them, their pain.

Or the belief to someone that there is something worse than death itself.

Or that Life, as a gift to you, is wonderful.

While many are throughly expressive in their ways, there are those who do bottle them up and allow them to accumulate.  This can be good or bad, depending on the perception.

Sometimes, it may feel like a tiled slate just fell off the roof or it may seem like an insurmountable mountain has been scaled. Perception.

However, from my experience, as a person to whom emotions are something that make up his entire life, I can only give you this much of gyan, if you want it, of course.

See through the fog. Let your sanity be decided upon the visualization of a shiny, white light that cuts through the misty skies like a Lighthouse.

The trick is to strike a balance between the Heart and the Mind.

That’s the hardest part.

Almost everyone knows the significance ascribed to the sanctimonious city.

A name synonymous with Hindus world over as the Birth place of Lord Ram.

However, sadness revels in the fact that there was a a Mosque built there, called the Babri Masjid and as fate wouldn’t have it, nincompoops belonging to a certain faction of Karsevaks razed it to the ground on a fateful day in December (6th), 1992.

Mayhem and ruckus followed with riots erupting all over the country.

Sadly, what would have been a symbol of Hindu-Muslim Unity and “Hindu Muslim, Bhai Bhai” has been misconstrued by such fanatics and it has been the cynosure of all eyes for a period of nearly 18 years, in the same light!

The Preamble to The Constitution of India reads,

Try Sparky’s on Friday nights.

One of those days which everyone seems to have, but nobody cares about.

In the morning, you see an old woman lying dead from a hit-&-run accident on the road,

You just don’t seem to be understood by your bus mates for your silence,

you get picked upon by all the professors who teach your class (I’m a college grad),

your discreditable Head of the Department (HoD) denies you your 8 days On-Duty (O.D) for your trip to Paris,

your friends want to have nothing to do with you in the evening too (at least on this day),

someone special falls ill,

you’re made to believe that it’s stupidity on your part to care for them,

but you do anyway,

you feel you’re smothering that person who really needs all the care & the rest in the world right now,

you’re afraid that you’ll drift apart,

you fear that you are going to lose them,

you have a knot in your stomach,

you fear that it will never unclench,

you feel time is what you can’t afford,

your best friends seem to be terribly caught up in their own world,

you have scratches on your right foot, from the pain of standing through a torrid day,

your mum and dad keep kicking you around to do things, to study,

your head starts to throb because of the pressure that gets to you, after 3 years of calm,

you feel let down, as everybody leads you to believe that you’re over-reacting,

you feel ashamed, when all you wanted to do, was to give,

you want to make up for what you did,

you never will know, if She understood,

you can’t understand why nobody understands,

you can’t forgive yourself to ease your own pain,

your music playlist seems to let you down for the first time,

your cup of coffee can’t cheer you up,

you’ve got exams looming large over the morrow’s horizon,

you feel claustrophobic when you feel the weight of portions that you must amass before your first exam day,

you can’t take a day off,

you toss and turn when you are in bed,

your brain seems to have a mind of its own,

you’re the man with emotion in him,

you’ve been that emotional way always,

you can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing,

your emotions well up to point where they overflow and you moan into your pillow,

you wake every now and then to find you still have weird, disjointed thoughts,

you can’t sleep,

tomorrow doesn’t seem all that better now..

All the damn things that happened today, wonderful. (sarcasm intended)

Even through your horrific nightmare that seems to be never ending,

that this may be a cold, cold world,

that the voice which told you “Dude, get lost. I don’t want to talk to you, at all.”, seemed to be the most beautiful thing you’d heard all day,

that your special one does get well really soon, Godspeed,

that “Our song” shall once again be “Our song”,

that tomorrow will be a better day,

that This too shall pass,

and that Tuesday shall once again be the one normal day in your week..

You are stubborn at certain things, worse than anyone.

But, I am more stubborn when it comes to a few things. I am no pushover, I just relent because sometimes you just let go for the greater good.

For I know what’s more important,You.

If I take off without letting You know, sooner or later, I’m always going to come back to You,

To walk down that same park/garden path, with You, till we die.

It’s impossible for me to leave.

Promise me that You won’t leave, for if You do, I never will.

I may be a pompous idiot to You, I’d love it if you were this frank with me. You know I can take it more than anyone else, so hurt me.

I’m direct and impulsive. If there’s a problem, I want to solve it then and there, immediately.

To get it settled soon, get rid of it and move on.

We can fight for the better or worse, but each time we do, something changes.

Each time, we’ll be changed. It’s inevitable.

You never show anything, always the same collected self – No emotion.

Snigger at me, all You want with that condescending tone of voice, poke fun at me, go ahead.

Tell your friends about me, they can laugh at me in front of my face, sure.

I’d laugh at myself along with them, only louder. If you don’t laugh at yourself, who will?

But, they will NEVER know what I know.

What any other perceives about You will always fall short, when compared to my insights.

I never compare myself with others, it’s a sin.

However, You already know that I don’t talk through my hat.

I have always shown You, and will always continue to.

Though, there is only so much that I can tell You, because you’ve never trusted me or believed me before.

So, I ask You to trust me, for the first time in Your life,

I BEG OF YOU, this much:

Trust me when I say, You’re confused between what’s important and what’s not,

Trust me when I say, “they” are just going to walk out of your life one day,

Trust me when I say, “they” will walk away without as much as a goodbye,

Trust me when I say, I learn from my mistakes,

Trust me when I say, You’ll never need me because I’m never important to you

What others give to You, is never going to be enough for You, it’s not good enough.

You deserve so much more, You ALWAYS do. You know that and I know it more than You ever will.

People never change, they just grow into who they really are, over time.

I don’t want to change you, You are who YOU are.

I accept that, can’t You understand that much?

Trust me when I say, I don’t want you hurt or sad,

Trust me when I say, I’m never going to leave You,

Trust me when I say, I’m always going to be there for You even though You may never want me,

Trust me when I say, I’m true to You,

Trust me when I say, I need You

I have never lied to You, You also know that.

I don’t gain anything by lying to You, it’s a waste of both, our time and energy.

However, I can easily tell when You do lie and don’t.

Trust me when I say, those whom You know will never realize what they’ve got,

Trust me when I say, You are imperfectly perfect,

Trust me when I say, You are special to me,

Trust me when I say, I want to see you, more than anyone has seen anyone else in history,

Trust me when I say, I know you more than anyone else ever has or ever will

With You, each day is just like a breath of pure, fresh air,

like an adventure, like a mystery,

like a new lease of Life.

You are a myriad puzzle, extremely tangled to the common eye,

but to me, You are simple; Believe me.

I have always loved puzzles,

You’re so easy to untangle at the ends,

I just happen to know where to look.

No one can or ever will find you more interesting than I,

No one can or ever will understand you more than I,

No one can or ever will love you more than I

And, I love you for who you are.

The good parts and bad parts – These are what make You, YOU!

So,

Trust me, We are..

Lovely, got drenched entirely.

But, there’s something about the rain that makes me cry out in pure sanctimonious pleasure.

It always reminds me of HER.

Damn.. the ONE person whose call I long for the entire day,

whose call makes my day worth looking forward to,

whose voice makes my day..

Damn! I miss HER!

Why are they such a major force at the World Cup 2010 in South Africa?
Allow me to elucidate.

For the World, the footballing crucible is often the United Kingdom.
The lure of the English Premier League and the joy it brings to its football frenzy fans, all over the world.
Assuredly, the most popular League in the the entire world, wouldn’t you say?

The 2006 World Cup, kindly put for England, was a debacle. Oh! For a host of reasons!
There is no need to explain the sham as such, since everyone knows at least one of the many grounds of just cause.

England last had the honor of holding aloft the World Cup, under the captaincy of Geoffery Hurst.
That was in 1966. Since then, every team representing England at the World Cup has failed to emulate the Greats of English folklore. The Football Association (F.A in England) sought to replicate the English success at the 1966, three years ago.

It was then, post Sven-Goran-Eriksson & Steven Mclaren, that they decided that enough was enough and appointed a man of scruples as the manager of the National Team of England.
The Italian, Fabio Capello, by name was fabled to be a strict disciplinarian, a no-nonsense, piercing Azzuri of the highest caliber, that coaching demands.

Once, Capello took over the reins, he brought about numerous changes within the squad which was murky, sullen, sulking, squarely demoralized and low on confidence, at the time of his taking charge. Now, He seeks to wield a well-braided team, strong enough to contend,in tough mind jolting conditions to vie for Footballs’ top honor: The World Cup.

Then came the partisan English society, who are famed to be finicky, when it revolves around Football. A knitted team, with patches, from different clubs in the E.P.L ., whose talent lie in abundance, staunch technical capability, classy skills with the ball at their feet, that’s what Capello has done, molded a team of fermenting, smarting players into a cohesive unit.

England don’t endeavor to establish simple, fluent passing play like the Spaniards or the counter-attacking ability of the Argentinians, but to imbibe elements of all different styles of play thus, making them robust and entertaining to watch.

The game that England bring to the World Cup is not one of finesse or passing play, but sustained attacks on opportunities, counter-attacking on breaks, stoppage of build-up play and of course, the temperamental, feisty attitude they bring to the fore when the take to the field.

4-4-2, is their formation.
Simple stratagem: Cut out and no mercy, while attacking.

The starting 11, according to me, would be:

1. Robert Green
2. Ashley Cole
3. Jamie Carragher
4. Glen Johnson
5. John Terry
6. James Milner
7. Joe Cole
8. Frank Lampard
9. Steven Gerrard
10. Peter Crouch
11. Wayne Rooney

Substitutes:

1. David James
2. Ledley King
3. Matthew Upson
5. Michael Carrick
6. Gareth Barry
7. Aaron Lennon
8. Shaun Wright Phillips
9. Jermaine Defoe
10. Emile Heskey
11. Michael Dawson

If England are to qualify for the semi’s and maybe reach the finals, they will rely a lot on the defense to stem attacks from opposition and feed the ball quickly to the midfield. Midfield passes are might accurate considering the talent involved, so it’s a safe bet to say that the ball will sit pretty for either one of the two forwards to pounce and score. The game’s variable though.

The Beautiful Game.
Joga Bonito!
AFRICA!