a thought about a thought..

Have you once thought of why you are a fan of Virat Kohli? Or why you support the Celtics? Or why is it that George Clooney is your favorite actor? In many such cases there will be a dozen reasons that can be spit out to explain the what-is-what that led you there. But the time taken for such a like to flower out may vary in many cases. There is this category, where you would have liked something after you have watched it for years under your nose, and then there is the second, the one which attracts you pretty soon, for our mind is oscillating side to side thinking of whatever is in the view and what which was, so curious to tag it under the good or the bad, or the one that can bring you at least the slightest of benefits or not.. Every day is a day of enquiries to all of us , for which the results may take even a lifetime to reveal…And now I am smashed back to the original reason which made me think of all these…I have been a supporter of the Spanish national football team from the time I actually started watching international football games. When I take a look back, I do not find any specific reasons for supporting such a team and as far as I can think, it was just after watching them play once. And my cards did not bring me much happiness during the first half because there was not much happening for my team. The world cups weren’t much of fun to me as my team would never cruise past the quarter finals. Nevertheless, my like for them kept climbing and luckily for me and the prayers of millions, there where some golden years on the chart. Everything started with the 2010 euro cup victory and that was followed in style with the team’s first ever World Cup victory the following year…and now, with the Euro cup going on and my team aiming for a consecutive double, I feel that some likes get their feathers in heaven...you never know when that comes and where that leads you…



All that you may hear is “ Oh…come! , Try the dish before you..” ..And you are gone..

kaaay kaaay aaarrrr...say that loud...

olllaaaaaa...and now we have the new champs...holy baby jeez, that couldnt have been better...a great partnership from Kallis and Bisla...a proof that the ageing Kallis has got some fuel left in him..To hell with all those criticism about pacing his innings...Don't want to forget the perfect finish by Tiwari and Shakib and above all, a great leader Gauti...wish that Narine and the rest of the spinners had a much descend spell..they really turned it for Kolkata in the previous matches...and Sharukh Khan, do you have the energy for the hugs????? I bet it will get tight...

for pete's sake...a change???

Watching the Chennai Super Kings score a massive 190 against the Kolkata Knight Riders may seem as the start of hopes fading... not that it makes much difference anyway to a Royal Challengers fan, but should chennai be let to make another kiss on the winners silverware...i would say NO...when an hour or two washes by, i will get an answer, good or bad is upto Gambhir and his boys to decide...the luck as always will be on Dhoni's plot..sometimes it makes me wonder... why not  "Mr.Mahendra Singh Lucky" try it out at gambling? 

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But, for the good...

"Get used to the bad and the ugly"..that may be the message from the heavens that split open the brains many a time..but then there is a twist..well, mom used to tell me that every story has an ending,good or bad according to what it deserves... and the good ones for sure are worth mentioning...the heroine here is an oldie..more than 80 years by the looks..

It was last Thursday, when i had to go to the nearby town Komarapalayam, with three of my friends for getting some cursed documents( which in this case is not worth mentioning). There is this 8 hour long power cut in Tamilnadu, which are in shifts and we were stuck up in the middle of one of these and had to wait for three hours..That was when the plan of going to the nearby "Bavani bridge" stroked us..so there we were and blessed as the sun was less angry that day..It was in the middle of discussions about the damn power cut, that we saw a small crowd on the other side of the bridge..We ran over, out of curiosity and the first thing we saw was two young men diving into the water to save an old women who, by the time was struggling..Thank god, the river was almost flow less and the young men were in full flow.."Suicide attempt", i heard from one of the ladies and i wonder why the heck she was smiling when she said this.."may be,.. her children forced her out of home" said another. The one thing i understand is that there are always a million reasons to be said in such a situation which i felt like dung in the ears..And at last for all the good in the world, the lady was saved..Then, there was all the scenes like in a movie- police, ambulance and that made the crowd  dissolve fearing questions from the authorities..

"And then, the scenes came back to normal" for pete's sake, would be the last thing i feel like saying because i felt it was always normal. What made me say this was the reaction of the people who saw it with no less amazement than an interesting drama ..Two ladies, washing clothes by the river bank, who i assume were the first people to see this considering the location, had not moved their feet.. They were still busy with their work even when the two young men were fighting in the muddy waters to save the soon-to-be-erased life...''Bloody cold", that is to be called..But after all, when i turned my attention to the young men who breathed satisfaction, i knew that there is still hope on this green planet...... 

the beauty of the blind side...

I knew, i would definitely share a blog post when i was half way watching "The Blind Side"...A definite barnburner...I curse all the reasons which curtained me from watching this one till this day...My mind tells me i should not pit stop to screenplay all those descriptions that i usually spit out in my posts, but drop a "WATCH IT" mail in the letter box....  

BLUE

Once out of bed, felt like i was knocked out on the count of ten when my ears finally adjusted to  the news of barca’s exit from the champion’s league. And where on earth is a worst place for this to happen than the glorious Camp Nou? I know that a million fans like me(even though a gunner, the respect for Barcelona never ends) are hit by a ton of bricks having to bear the pain of a deserving victory slip off the hands in front of the home crowd..Well it is football...No matter if you are undoubtedly; the best team in the world, making others eat the bitter Nou Camp grass. There are times when 74% of possession can mean nothing but blinking number shit. Or was it god in for Terry in the 37^th minute?...for all these never ending crap, let’s not blame Messi , but give a toast to Ashly Cole..accept the nuts and bolts....out of the blue it came...the North London dreams...