The beautiful game!

Growing up in India had me loving a sport more than anything else. Cricket. There were nights spent banging the ball i had tied up in a sock, inspired by Rahul doing the same in a Coke ad. Although i can laugh now at my attempts being futile, i did try my hand at becoming a professional, like every other Indian child. My friends and parents know the lengths i went, to follow the game i loved. But  sadly, my love for the game has dwindled over the past few years. Although not the sole reason, one of the prominent reasons will have to be, a completely different sport,played with the same number of players in either team.

The beautiful game , indeed! Soccer. It probably started with the pc games i used to play, shooting in 5-goals-per-game using a certain Henry or Zidane. As i grew up, so did my passion for a game, which ought to be loved by anyone who understands it! IS there any better feeling for a midfielder than to see an amazing long ball converted! Is there any better feeling for a striker, than to strike with  a perfect volley! Is there any better feeling for a defender, than to win the ball with a perfect tackle! None, on all three counts, i should say.

Week in and week out, players wrestle it out in the name of domestic rivalries and cups. But when it comes to the World cup, they forget their domestic standings and go out and play in their national colours, as proudly as ever. Different styles of play appeal to different groups of people : The ever so flowing game of Spain and Brazil,Argentina; The irritatingly defensive but effective play of Italy ; the total football played by Netherlands and the list could go on. I should admit, as a true fan, that it is irritating when people start to talk as if they know everything about the game only when the worldcup is going on! But no one can help it i guess. Afterall,

‘Football fever is something doctors have found no cure for!’

Beauty

'There are few things more beautiful than the sight of a woman(or an adolescent girl) turning scarlet'!

There is definitely an incident behind this. I just wanted to remember it. So thought i'd make a post :)

The Crush

 

He was walking down the road. His mind free of all thoughts. That was when a little drop, ever so slowly, fell on his hand. To him, there were few feelings better then to walk in a slight drizzle. His mom had tried to condemn him from doing that, when he was young, but only in vain. He was walking forward, but ironically his thoughts went back to the day when he first did this. He could still remember his mom’s exact words. ‘ It wouldn’t take much long for me to get there! ‘ She probably didn’t realise then, that this was a kid who wouldn’t budge at the slightest of threats.  .

It all came suddenly to him. It was like, what hit him wasn’t a drop , but an avalanche of memories. His mind wasn’t free of thoughts any more. He was thinking of a lot of things, suddenly. too much for his mind to handle. He tried to concentrate on what was causing all the trouble. He couldn’t ! He kept trying. Suddenly his thoughts focussed on one face. It amazed him just how much he loved her eyes. Those tender brown eyes, which had a special toast of naughtiness stored for him every time he saw them. And now it was time for his thoughts to freeze. .

It was some time before he could control his thoughts again, some time before he started walking again. He was wondering what made him get to that state. And then he got that particular memory..

‘He was around 14 then. He had gone over to his cousin’s for his vacation. He had gotten out of the house the moment it started to look like it was going to pour. He went and made himself comfortable on the place where he always sat. It slowly started to drizzle. There was nothing in the world that could give him this exact feeling : Being there all by himself, trying to enjoy nature, for what it was. That was when he had the feeling that he was not alone after all! He didn’t bother. He wasn’t to be disturbed right now! It was his moment of Serenity.  And then he heard her voice. It was like, it reached him past all the droplets that were trying to keep him occupied. He couldn’t resist finding the one who was distracting him! Not that he liked it! It was all gone now! The rain was heavier now. Not his favourite part. Slowly, two girls appeared. Slightly drenched. Trying to get some cover, apparently. He started to leave. And just then did he see her face. Those brown eyes. Laughing at this stupid guy who hadn’t cared to move when the rain was lighter. He couldn’t move anymore.  . ‘

He never got hold of how he moved from that place that day. Slowly they became friends. Young people who complemented each other like the Sun complementing the Clouds. To him, she was never ‘just’ a friend. If there was one thing he wanted take to his grave,it was  her eyes. Somewhere down there, he told her how he felt about her. She was the only person who he confided in, everything. Life was never the same after that . . .

 

All those thoughts made him ‘smile’ all through his way. It was 8 years since then. He was still walking when a slight nudge on his shoulders made him stop. He turned, only to look at the brown eyes he’d never stop looking at!

 

P.S : Some crushes vanish in an instant as if they never happened, but some do last LONG!

Tears!

Tiny globules of liquid, they are.

Burdened with one's feelings and emotions ;

Feelings of unbearable pain,unbounded joy ;

Feelings of eternal glory, everlasting despair;

Feelings of separation;Feelings of union;

Feelings of birth;Feelings of death;

Feelings of Love; Feelings of Hate;

Sometimes they just have to trickle down,

No matter, who you are!

My Last few hours as a Teenager.

Ah! So finally the day has to come, when i can no longer call myself a teenager. Looking back, it only makes me wonder what lies ahead. So i make this post, in dedication to the people who've always backed me up : my friends and my parents. Now to the interesting part: I wanted to put in words, the things(not exactly in one or two cases) which i found irresistible ( or finding) at some point or the other, in these twenty years. It is just my opinion and comments are welcome!

1. 'The opposite sex': I had this close friend of mine calling me a 'Casanova' once. No, am not that bad, but i honestly feel that i should fall under the category of guys, who need just a smile to get a crush. No offense intended to all the girls, but that's me being me. If there is one thing i wanted to change about myself, it'd be to get a stronger resolve!

2. Friends : It really is amazing, how a bunch of people can bring out the actual me, so easily. I might have only a handful of people whom i can call my close friends, but they make it up for the number being small. People, who i consider my close ones, really know how much they matter to me, so i don't think i have to tell them explicitly.I wish i've done enough to deserve them.

3.Being lavish : For a middle class guy, i am extraordinarily lavish! Ask my friends, they'll agree. Ask my Dad, he'll probably write a book on it. Ask me, I'll honestly admit. Another change i want on me is to not be lavish when I am actually not financially independent. All the Gadgets i've bought(and lost) over the years have to fall under this category :P

4. People who like me : Now, this is actually a tricky choice. There are people, who can act like they like you, without actually liking you. But i think i can tell the difference more often than not! And the people who are actually honest about this, are worth living for! It is the simple reason, a child might give, for thriving in a particular subject while performing miserably in the rest. These people are to be blamed, if i project myself as an uber-confident person. But their words are the ones which ring in my ears, when i feel very inferior to my surroundings.

I think this should do! If it was too boring, i apologize. I thought it was high time i posted something in my blog.

What it can do!

Actually this is in dedication to a friend of mine, as i had promised him. I may not do enough justice, but nevertheless, I'll  try.

' There are two kinds of guys, to my knowledge. The ones who yearn to find their soul mate and the others who leave it to the hands of time. People who know me, know which side of the coin i represent. A very close friend of mine, belonged to the latter type.  But he wasn’t one who hated the opposite sex. He did have his moments in school. But he never spent 90 % of his time talking about a girl/girls. I wouldn’t have bet my money on him changing himself over time. But that is what that 4 letter word is capable of , right! It makes the impossible, happen. Actually i don’t know whether something can be called ‘that’ at this age but knowing my friend, i think i should go by his word. He has been let down by her in all possible manner, but this guy is hands up for the phase  ‘keep trying’.  Now that i come to think of it,i am actually reminded of the character ‘Jacob Black’ from the twilight series when i think of what he’s going through. I only wish he succeeds in enduring this ordeal..Because if he doesn’t, i can see him getting hurt beyond imagination.’

Life and the Ride.

The road was almost empty. I could feel the urge to drive her crazy! No offence, but am referring to my bike. The blood was rushing into my forearms asking me to open throttle to the maximum. It was actually a fly over i was riding on,so the wind wouldn’t stop me from wanting to do the same. But i decided to take it slow. I am always glad when i am in some place which can be considered as a vantage point to its surroundings. And i never really like it when i can feel my bike strain under the acceleration i give it. So there i was,going in the optimum speed that she loved moving in. And suddenly a thought occurred to me.

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How simple and enjoyable driving around the city can be,if the roads were this empty and the sight was clear. The air,if not completely polluted,is sweet when it gushes into whatever place it can find in our face. It makes life seem so simple.It gives you a moment of serenity to ponder on things. How easy life would be,if it had none of the twists and turns!How easy it’d be if there is no one blaring at you to keep moving! But take my word,it can be boring like that. How it’d be to wake up and see a winner in the mirror everyday in the morning. After two days,i’d want to lose. Because losing gives all the more value to winning. And for winning you need competition. More than that,Life could be boring without all its twists and turns.

And bored i was.. When all those philosophical thoughts creped into my head. We got to live the hard way right. Traffic,here i come!