PANDORA

FORGIVE THEM DON CORLEONE...THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO...

2012-01-03T21:11:00.000-08:00

Appalled , disgusted, disturbed, saddened, embarrassed and most of all down right anger.... i dont really think this is something you would say is enough to make you understand that this will be a review raving about how awesome DON2 is... no no no no no...no way in hell will there be a kind word said...so if u loved the movie, stop! and go away cause your opinion is for another place...not here!!

I LOVE DIL CHAHTA HAI and LAKSHYA...hence i loved the movies frahan akhtar made... even the first don was pretty classy even though it essentially was supposed to up the original one with Big B...and i waited silently and patiently for mr. akthar to come up with another gem in Don-2...oh im tired of putting the 2 so just presume im just talking about this movie...

I have always loved movies and so in essence i liked a lot of the movies shahrukh did...not a fan but yes some was good...but then this thing got in him what we see in so many celeb wannabes like beiber... they think they are SO cool...well ur wrong shahrukh and everyone else in don...you'll suck donkey dick with extra pudding on the side!

I have lived with inspired movies and inspiration taken to cover up the fact that you copy stuff from everything around you, let alone the west, you dont even leave regional cinema alone.... today i realised that no matter what we cannot be as cool as james bond or jason bourne no matter how hard you try mr.khan! you can have all the copied body language, those gaudy dialogues and a soundtrack right out of casino royale but u forget that people no longer go to a movie leaving their brains at home... we have slapstick comedy for that...the whole movie i just wanted to smack you silly for thinking your so cool...on seeing his driver getting shot he goes ' what a shame, abhi boat mujhe hi chalani hogi' ...when he is told killing him will get them a ticket to sell drugs in europe he looks at the other guy and goes ' yeh waha ka ticket collector hoga'...i can go on like this for the whole movie but i pulled my hair so hard some of my grey cells got pulled in the process and now i have dyslexia and cant even type straight..

why blame him though... he wasnt the only disaster in the movie... priyanka chopra is there na...someone like her who i dint really hate is giving me a pretty good reason to lose it... she was just some chick trying to bone don in the first part so that she could then kill him and avenge her brothers murder...how the hell did she become and interpol officer?? and that too a high ranking one...am i missing something here or has it become as easy as getting an erection in the morning as becoming a law enforcer????!! and those dialogues...who is writing this shit...i didnt even bother looking...fucking disgrace!!! they are trying to be so cool and all they forget the basic gist of the plot every 5 seconds...She needs to make up her fucking mind... i want to kill him,,, no he isnt that bad... maybe he has changed after all....wait he jumped prison.... now i want to kill him again.....wait....oh for christ sake i wish that bullet had been shot right through his head in the first movie...the irony of it we had to deal with a second part coz shahrukh is still alive....and we will never see insane talent like heath ledger...god is a BITCH.

the storyline is a pointless as an 80 year old dick...the other characters as you can guess will get killed by don sometime or the other...the only thing u need to remember is no matter what happens or who you think is don up against...in the end that asshole will live and i will now base my efforts on getting farhan killed to avoid another movie being made for that mofo khan....even though i downloaded it through free wifi i hated it...thats gotta tell ya something...

and one final thing- SHAHRUKH you are DEAD to me for doing one of my favorite moments from 'THE USUAL SUSPECTS'...the moment were kevin spacey just does 'poof' and gone....anything else was fine but that...on this note i think im allowed one lame dialogue as well-Don2 ko dekhna mushkil hi nahi...ah u know the rest.....

It's All About Belief....

2011-12-07T15:56:00.000-08:00

Tonight is the night manchester united was sent packing from the champions league group stage. A week ago we were knocked out of the league cup by crystal palace, a team struggling in the championship. Manchester city ran riot all over our sacred ground this season and did the unthinkable.that scoreline which cannot be repeated by me. When we began this season no one in their wildest dreams thought we would have made all the above possible. We made amazing signings over the summer although never went for that creative mid-fielder that we all thought would come we were kicking it...And how!! we came from 2 goals down against the same man city team to win the community shield. We took apart tottenham bit by bit to win 3-0..And how can we forget the 8-2 annihalation of Arsenal....
then shit just got bad...how?
all of a sudden we get hit by injuries to key players or a drastic loss of form...players like rooney who were scoring for fun couldnt even hit the ball correctly...and it just starts getting worse for us with that loss to our noisy nieghbours...suddenly we have a wave of bad performances and during this time our defence gets porrus...I dont know for sure but there were games were i saw players not ready to make the pass for the team...rather shoot for glory and make fool out of themselves....and the results ar ethere for us all to see...today was quite the low point......

But how many times have we seen this?? how often did we have our backs against a wall...when we have been down and almost out....been written off and been mocked for being glory hunters...for having a bunch of superficial fans who dont care about united but just about winning...and everytime we have been sent to rot...we get back up..dust off the mockery...pull on those red shirts and say with pride, we are the boys in red and we will never die....we will never give up...we wont back down...there is a reason that for all these years when we had an amazing run of wins and trophies it has never been on one talent alone..how many of our players really were winning the ballon d'or or fifa player of the year....its because without any real wonderkid or genius alone we would still be able to pull through...we are a team...its 11 guys who make saturday amazing for us...atleast until monday morning..for all those broken hearts out there just need to look back at the beautiful memories we have had over the years...as the brits say...just keep calm and carry on....keep the belief....because in the end...it's all about belief!

HOW FAR IS ENOUGH...?

2011-11-03T18:27:00.000-07:00

So.....its settled then...this is me....and this is what I wanna do....and I still feel confused! why??
what more do I need now?? how much more do I need to do??...why do I feel like its done and now I can just rest....I don't seem to get the message that I need to keep going...this isn't not even the finish line....not even close....I love this place and I can get used to Newcastle but I can never forget the world is my canvas and its my duty to paint it red!!!
Its now been more then a month over here..although I still cant keep my mouth closed when I see something awesome as always around here...I wish I could show what I see here back home so I could share how awesome it is here...and yes I do miss home...its getting harder to face the fact that I wont see India till 2013!...but I guess its got to the point were the pain just needs to be accepted....I mean I still wish I was there in my society to burst those crackers, to watch my parents have the time of their lives on their 25th anniversary....to go to those SSU sessions again...to just hangout with my freinds at the hidden place...to meet harsh and the others for a night of crazy madness...man I could just keep goin on and on....
but if I had thought bout all these things before I left I probably may have never left....for many I dont think it was a big deal but for someone whose travel stories were limited to Goa and Kerala and the random one to Delhi it was the biggest thing ever to even fly this far, let alone live here for a year and a half...leaving my family, friends and loved ones behind.....

I want happiness so much its almost like a crushing force against my chest and I cannot consider failure as an option...there is no second place....its this moment and the next...every one of those moments is a test....if I get an opening I need to tear into it...if I get a shot at victory I need to make damn sure I make it count...need to seize that moment...because that moment is like a crossroad with everything you want against everything you got standing in your way..Iv got momentum in my back....fear and doubt are thundering down like a friggin express train right at you....and ALL Iv got....the only thing standing between MAKING HISTORY and BEING HISTORY......the only thing...THE ONLY THING... I can count on in every single point of time is ME!!
Its me vs them, me vs 'no!', me vs 'cant!',....ME vs next year, last year, excuses.....its me vs the odds..... ITS ME VS SECOND PLACE.....
THE CLOCK IS TICKING....
LETS SEE WHAT IV GOT..!

YOUR TIME WILL COME

2011-09-12T12:26:00.000-07:00

The title is one of my least favorite lines.I hated it more then i hate bhindi and chelsea. It meant that i was not good enough and not yet ready to go do my thing.it was an excuse, invalid reason i had to live with for as long as i can remember. Just stand by and watch people go places while i was stuck in transit.i know i wasnt supposed to compare myself to other people and that line was repeated to me time and again....
where do we go from here?
My parents werent helping either...i mean for them too their patience had run its course and were starting to wonder if they had made some mistake by not forcing me into the usual maloo excuse for education...science then engg or docters degree....
For some reason i lost everything i believed in because of hearing this line again and again till i got sick of it.
my belief in god was shaken to the point of atheism. my basic human belief in people was no longer there. i stopped being the person i was. i became a shade of what i was my whole life.i dont remember a time before this when i was asked by these many people if i was ok...your not yourself anymore...
maybe they were expecting me to start dancing around and being all funny like the clown i had been...but i had lost my touch over the past one year..i led a very robotic, mechanical life....i mean i could predict my week today...i had stopped being spontaneous and listening to the heart was no longer existent...

BUT now that is all going to change....am done with my 9 hour shifts, with my mundane office work and with just letting people give up on me...Im done not trying to make the change...Its time for me to break free and effect change... today i will say this proudly that my belief is back and back with a bang!
I couldnt thank my parents more and i now believe that there is ahigher purpose for all of us...i know am being filmy when i say everything in the end will be good...But it cant be further then the truth! thank god i was able to not completely lose it and got back just in to see what i was meant to be...
I get what was being told to me all this time when I just took one step back and looked at the bigger picture and realised that YES! MY TIME HAS COME!

Just like Nick Headfield said all those years ago....

HERE I AM....ON THE ROAD AGAIN...
THERE I AM...UP ON STAGE...
HERE I GO...PLAYIN STAR AGAIN....
THERE I GO.....TURN THE PAGE!

HERE WE GO AGAIN!

2011-08-14T11:41:00.000-07:00

So its back! and how we have begun!
oh how i missed the premier league. waiting for months and counting the hours before we can start having heart attacks again.how i missed the banter that Alex loves to have with other teams, managers, news channels and everyone in general....and now its back!
this week has been filled with highs and lows but otherwise a satisfying week overall...for me atleast!
i mean arsenal did have the usual football that is "pleasing" to the eye but like always doesnt really get them any results and cesc leaving is going to show immediatly and who do they go and sign??? gervinho....wow! bravo wenger! i have always maintained that unless arsenal loses the manager they will never again be that threat to the title...i mean i dont really think the invincible era will ever happen again till the baggage is lost.Also all there games high points will continue to be the fouls and the cards rather then the goals....
chelsea too seem to be struggling but we have always rememebered that it would be at ur biggest peril that we take the blues lightly....maybe that is why i have this huge thing against the blues because at the end of the day no matter what is said bout the title race it was always just a two horse race....the others rarly matter and hoping for another season filled with some good banter and crazy rivalry thiss time too!
but on the other side...how kick ass is the new look liverpool?!?!
i saw amazing promise in thsi new faced side and we need to get a little worried bout taking them down before our new found perch is lost to them again! i mean charlie adam is a talent we lost....and that downing run was just too good...suarez is getting better every game and carroll is carroll and was unlucky not to get his goal....as for sunderland now we dont see many strikes like the one by seb larsson!...every year this game has never been short of drama..last year was the torres goal of a missed back pass....before that was the famous beach ball goal...but this time the goal was kickass....

Finally lets get down to the game that made me curse half the population in pune for jamming the roads as i was tryin to get home to catch it!!man united finally back to doing what we do best....get results!!
although its pretty unconventional that we did get all three points so early :P
but we had alot of talking points in this game. we are a young squad....so young that we now even have a player by that name....i know...not very " cleverley" put...sorry last pun in this note...i promise ;)
but on a serious note i have never missed VDS as much as i did today... i know, i know....give the kid some time and he will get better! but there were so many times when i wish just once more if we had edwin back....he would have been there he would have surely saved that "long" shot...ok that was the last one...really...there was also that time wheen foster was in our box....de gea took just too long to get ball to rooney otherwise who knows.....but anyway lets just look at the wonderful moments we had...the kids looked to only improve and young was very lively...maybe needs to work on the crossing ability but my god can this jink past the defence with ease and it this relentless running around that made west brom bear the "brunt" of his goal...ok now i couldnt stop that one...it was right there!! :P
although Im really worried about vida and ferdi now....although this time i dont think we will need to get carrick to stand there....smalling, evans, jones there to stand guard...and today too they did an awesome job in front of goal...
we need to go a long way but for now we have started off in kickass way and we need to just do what is only said on the arsenal crest...FORWARD! ;)
GGMU!

CHAMPEONE!!

2011-05-14T12:01:00.001-07:00

MANCHESTER UNITED F.C. 19 time winners of the english league!!

1908, 1911, 1952, 1956, 1957, 1965, 1967, 1993
1994, 1996, 1997, 1999 2000, 2001, 2003, 2007
2008, 2009, 2011....and we keep marching on on on!!!

And i proudly quote SIR. ALEX FERGUSON...."MY AIM TO KNOCK LIVERPOOL OFF THEIR F******* PERCH."

today we made it happen...no longer will we be questioned about the numbers and stats...no longer will we be under a shadow...no more......

we are and always have been called glory hunters....today i tell all those people...YES WE ARE!

we hunt for glory and pride like no one else! and is'nt that the what teams want??? are u telling me your not doing this for the cup?? the prize?? then why are you competing??

anyway screw them, tonight is the night we reached our destiny...today we can say.... the promised land is the exclusive property of MANCHESTER UNITED!...

AND how did we do it! it took one man's vision in the 40's to start a winning mentality.....losing was never in the vocabulary of SIR.MATT and he never looked back....took us to Europe and the bigger stage...was the pioneer in making us a force to be reckoned with at a time when no club from england dared to go there and make an impact...it was by living this dream that he was brought crashing down to earth with the plane crash at munich...how many times have we looked at that team said to be the greatest man united team of all time...and that lad duncan edwards...oh what a player....but we moved on and we became the first english club to ever win the european cup in 1968...the holy trinaity of law best and charlton at the top of the game.....

but then started our time in the wilderness....like the isrealites in the wilderness for 40 years....we waited...and waited and watched how liverpool under shankly went on to be the best team around....and boy did it hurt! and dealing with relegation...in fighting...and loss after loss after fucking loss....

circa 1986- enter a young manager from abeerdeen who took them to two european cups...more then us...

not much was known about a certain alex ferguson but after the first season it was apparent that not many at man united wanted him...i mean finishing 11th in the league cant be an ideal start at a club doctrined with the belief of victory...and he went on to be a disaster for another 5 seasons...the fans were calling for his head and he was making only enemies....specially the liverpool kop after the famous quote above....

but he believed in himself and he never gave up...he never backed away from the challenge and my god what a run we had!! never looked back at defeat...never thought about what others say and what happened in the past...it was here and now....win! keep winning till there is no one better at doing it!!

today we become what we were destined to be! it was inevitable but it happened and i can proudly answer that liverpool bannner from years ago....we are back after winning 19...now u come back whenn u have won 19!!

WE are the best team ever!

WE are what makes man united what it is today.....THE BEST!

WE ARE UNITED!!

GGMU!!

LOOKING BACK...

2011-04-23T20:15:00.000-07:00

Feels like yesterday when I was asked by Yannick to come watch some play by some youth group and written by some priest at Nehru memorial hall. I was like ‘what’s so special bout this play?’ and he is like ‘screw the play…check out the hot chicks in this group bro!’ …and that I confess was the reason for me joining the S.S.U.

I still remember the day I walked past the gates at Barco hall and I saw this old man surrounded by a few guys and girls who I couldn’t even make eye-contact with.I swear I didn’t know a single soul out there that day, since Yan wasn’t joining for a few more weeks till his boards were done. Somehow I muster the courage to go up to this guy in the middle and say ‘Hello .My name Rohit Thomas. Are you Fr. Cyril?’ he gives this questioning glance saying ‘yes?’ and I’m like ‘I would like to be a member of the SSU father.’ Ignoring the sniggering in the background at the new kid and acting in an equally geeky way he opens his arms and goes ‘Welcome!’ I don’t think anyone would have a more embarrassing story about how they joined the SSU but I guess I have no regrets about the fact that I spent the most amazing 6years of my life from the moment I walked through those doors…

I never had any regrets and I never kept anything inside because for me the SSU meant more then just a place to come and hang out on Sunday when you had nothing better to do. It became my sole purpose in life for the longest time I can remember. I just couldn’t think about missing one session because for me that was like missing out on the one thing that made my drab existence feels worthwhile. I had found my place of nirvana and moksha I guess. All of us have a place we go to when we want to escape from the daily routine and the pressures of life. For some it was just hanging out with friends…others it was Buddhas and c.s. and pool….some went out of station for a trek…for me it was SSU and Cyril. Yes it took a little getting used to but I got to calling him Cyril in the end…its another matter that from Cyril he became ‘old fart’ and my closest pal…

I owe everything I do to this place! I couldn’t think of anything else guiding me and shaping my life better than the SSU…My biggest regret is that I didn’t know about this after my 10th and I wasted two years before I got here,then maybe I would have been part of ‘Against the tide’ and ‘A change of habit’…

But that brings me to the thing I owe the most to the SSU. Acting.

I have never stood on stage and said anything to a crowd before. Sure I have embarrassed myself loads of times but I don’t think that counts as a performance. That was till Cyril decided to cast me in “Mid-summer Nights Dream” as a clown with the name Bottom. How appropriate. But I fell in love with theatre from the day I walked on to the stage and watched 700 people cheer you on and watch your every move. I never knew I had it in me and neither did my folks judging from their reaction after the show.

But that’s the kind of self- belief the SSU and Cyril puts into each and every person who was associated with the group. I have heard the stories and seen with my eyes how this man has transformed lives. He makes you believe in yourself when everyone had given up on you. An old friend and long time member Vintya once told me. “You have no idea what kind of fortune you have compared to the millions of lost young people around the world to be within reach of such a man as Cyril. You should count yourself lucky to have met someone like him.” You have got to believe that God decided that the world needed a blessing and He decided to send Cyril among us. I believe that God knew there were going to be countless lost youngsters like me walking around with the need for a friend, philosopher and guide as we love to describe him. But above all we needed just a friend who could take under his wing and tell you- Its OK to fall. And we are still loved no matter what we do.

After taking part in 7 camps , counting winter camps as well, I would think that I have seen it all and I don’t need to go for another camp. Then why is it that I have applied for leave in advance of 2 months? Why do we get excited around this time in anticipation of those 8 days we are going to spend on that cliff where there is no t.v and contact with the outside world is bare minimum? I mean with 3G now everyone is in touch but at my first camp we didn’t know if India won the test series till we got back. The question however begs to be answered but does it really require one? I mean one word suffices for all the reasons of going back KUNE. PERIOD.

Screaming from the ledge . feeding kulfi to the monkeys. The after dark sessions. The guys realizing in the morning that they have hair missing from their legs and no…that is not chocolate paste on your toe nails! Boys getting in touch with their feminine side and beating the girls at cross dressing every year…the madness of the amazing race, each one of them over the years.. the pledges and the rasna breaks…the ride to town to get stuff for the guys with these gigantic lists…ministering angels…the grotto…the waterfall…the walk to the waterfall…craziest of crazy games…sleeping during input…not sleeping when needed…3 a side football tournaments and the dancing and jamming…I could go on and on and on….fact- we love Kune and there are no two ways to it! Each have their own share of mad memories and not so fond ones but lets not go there!

Life never seemed more beautiful than at camp. People falling in love and getting married. Friends formed for life here and bonds that will never be broken. And of course how can we forget the Last Supper?

I have always been curious about what it was at the last supper that had people in tears and we are talking about big boys giving out the Niagara falls here. Its not the preparation of the food or getting the place into shape, although we do a kick ass job about getting it done. No its not that.. I never really can understand what it is till it hits you. It is your last time and the last night of this amazing journey you have spent with the most amazing people. Some of whom you might never see again…but these memories are forever.

The SSU hasn’t always been fun and games you know…if your put in charge of something in the production team it was a huge responsibility that you need to put your heart into. What it does for you is it prepares you to be more responsible and aware as young people running this great nation. The Outreaches have always been something more personal than anything else. How many of us can say that you have been unconditionally loved?? ‘Ekalvya’ ‘Sahara aahalad’ ‘Jeev-raksha’ were such places were you realize the kind of commitment humans can make to make a difference and made me aware of social responsibilities I had conveniently forgotten about. This was the group that was supposed to be only doing time pass and meeting up to play games and making a girl friend/boyfriend, whatever makes you happy. This is the kind of stories that were circulated. Why? I guess people just couldn’t understand why young people would ever be interested to meet other then to have fun, but that is the case everywhere right?? “What would you know…your too young to understand” how many times have we heard this line?? Cyril changed that line and now it sounds like – “you’re the ones who are young…only you would know it you know!”

Be it camps or plays…outreaches or dialogues or even the usual 4’s and 7’s…life for me in the SSU has been one hell of a ride! They say all good things in life come to an end, but I disagree with that load of nonsense. Why does something have to come to an end? All it takes is a conscious effort to keep it from dying out…I have always believed that every person needs a passion to keep his life from going to shambles. For me it has been my friendship with Cyril and being a part of the SSU… till the very last moment of my life I will hold them close to my heart.

MY TRIBUTE TO THE WELSH WIZARD(finally!)

2010-11-01T01:27:00.000-07:00

iv been meaning to get down to writing this for a long long time now.
this is my tribute to the my favorite footballer of all time..the man who i owe most of my inspirations to.
i doubt it if there is a more decorated footballer in England's club history...i believe there isn't , but that's not what he is bout
its not bout the stats.its not bout the glory and success...it never was...
its bout what e was made off
its almost surreal when u think bout how much he achieved by doing the one thing so many of us are afraid of doing..following your dreams...

RYAN WILSON GIGGS
MANCHESTER UNITED WINGER AND FRONT MAN FROM 1990- PRESENT

Ryan was born to a mother who was just 17 when he came along. so you can only imagine what kind of hardship she must have faced bringing him up.he was born to a father who was a rugby player and of African decent. which added to the racist comments he faced from his childhood in school and on the football pitch. But he only learn't one way off shutting people up...but playing his game and giving defenders nightmares with his wizardry on the field..
that's one quality he has never lost even after over 20yrs of professional football he never really loses his temper on the pitch...never been red-carded on the club scene and once while playin international football...which he does regret very much...
can u imagine what its like to watch the coach of Manchester united SIR ALEX FERGUSON drive upto your home and offer you a contract to come play at the club on a day you just turned 14. ...god surely must have seen something special and as you all know...god(sir Alex) can never be wrong..

But it was no fluke that he was selected at such a tender age
the legend goes such that one day at the theater of dreams there was a practice session going on for children from all over the country who were considered the best all over...
SIR BOBBY CHARLTON, incidentally who's appearance record was broken by ryan two years ago but we will get to that, was walking by watching over 70 kids jus going through their paces over the pitch...this kid caught his eye at the end of the pitch...in the 15 minutes that he was watching, that kid slammed in a hat trick.. immediately he ran into the manager's cabin and said "if u let go of that kid, u will regret it for the rest of your life!!"
the boss was like "who are u talking about "
sir bobby goes "that kid..." and points him out from the crowd
sir alex goes " ryan?? i'm drawing up his contract right now!"
not many players actually debut for man united at 17...not many players pledge their lives to the club...not many players go on to create history the way he did...and he did it with honour, respect and pride...
i cannot think of too many players who have lived such a fulfilling sporting life..much lesser have had an amazing personal life with no trouble whatsoever in handling their relationships and making sure they never lost out on his list of priorities...there is so much i can learn from the man's life... its almost awe-inspiring...
he still lives with his mother...still takes his children to the park...and never misses the Friday night dinner with family...his brother Rhodri is still playing in the non - league but he makes it a point to go watch him play and cheer him on...
i think all our cricketing sports stars can learn a bit of team spirit from him...
there are times when i watch him and wonder at what it might have been if he was never given the opportunity to play or something to that effect...truth is he was born to do this..
to be able to take on defenders 10 maybe 15 yrs younger and just cut past them like he did when he was 22...and he is 37...looks 37...acts 37....
but still the mr.dependable all of us united fans have known over the years!!
here is to the man...the legend...and now i think i would like to throw in some stats jus the gloat :P
HIGHEST NUMBER OF APPEARANCES FOR THE CLUB AT OVER 800 MATCHES AND COUNTING
he broke this record when he went past non other then Sir. Bobby charlton on that historic champions league final win over Chelsea at Moscow.talk about having the stage set!!

HIGHEST NUMBER OF ASSISTS IN THE PREMIER LEAGUE-
his foremost job in a united shirt as a winger was crossing the ball..and my god has there been anyone better!! not even Beckham could be able to compete for that on that one!!

MOST DECORATED FOOTBALLER IN ENGLISH CLUB HISTORY-
not many players can boast of that kind of glory the way ryan has had over these 2o odd yrs...and not one in English club football...which is saying something if you think about the toughest league to compete in is the English premier league...
11 premier league medals
7 F.A. cup medals
2 Champion's league medals
and god knows how many personal awards
recently named b.b.c. sports personality of the year....only the 3rd footballer to get there...

SCORER IN EVERY PREMIER LEAGUE
right from the start of the league in 1991 he has scored in every single league to be the only player to do so...imagine the fact that the players he played with back then are aging managers of other clubs...and his own colleagues are battling to stay fit and getting any time to play...

looks like time decided to stand still for him to complete these records and still remain the boy genius who walked on as a sub to play Everton all those years ago!!

players will come and go...seasons will change and the victorious will always be on the move....
but the welsh wizard from Cardiff will always be the man who made football my life!!!

THE BALL IS WIPED OUT TO THE LEFT BY SCHOLES AND IT BROUGHT DOWN BY THE SLIGHTEST OF TOUCHES BY GIGGS!!CUTS INTO THE AREA BY FEIGNING TO THE RIGHT..LEFT THE DEFENDERS SCRAMBLING AS HE GOES PAST ONE...TWO....THREE...SHOTS GOOD!!ITS IN!!!MY GOD THE BOY'S A GENIUS!!!!

will always remember moments of him skipping past half the defence of arsenal in the FA cup semi replay...the ball lost in midfield near the half line by Viera...picked by Giggs and that run....oh the whole crowd was on its feet to watch his burst through the defence like nothing is in front of him and slam it home from close range over Seaman's head!!and the wild celebrations that followed!!!

this is my tribute...my ode if u would like to call it...but then the rhyming scheme would be completely off :P
but this is for you Sir. Ryan Giggs!!!
the knight in shining Armour who served his club faithfully and loyally!!
RESPECT!

LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS LIKE THAT

2010-10-16T10:11:00.000-07:00

i don't know were to start or were to go from here. probably its gotta do with my writer's block lasting a few months. last time i checked though iv completely lost track time and space.life doesnt seem right. what am i really doing here. is this what i envisioned myself as being 5years ago??
i am as unsure bout myself as i was back then.
i always thought i would get what i wanted.there would be no problems whatsoever. living a life in eutopia. like the movies we see.all that is good.but all we see there is the success at the end. no1 really sees the blood sweat and tears involved.the pain and anguish and frustration.the failures faced.the depression and loss of faith.
always made to believe that life is one long happy journey. but reality is far from belief.
this week has been kinda like and eye-opener of sorts.ironic though that the time i say its been an eye-opening experience i never really make a difference and work on it.just curse my fate.
im in a job im not really fond of, but have no choice.am really trying to adapt, i really am. but this is not me.this is not what i wanted.
you mite ask what is it then.why dont you work on it?why dont u follow ur dreams??u live only once.....yeah yeah iv got that b4.
and everytime i have nothing to say.
am tired of having to cover up the fact that i really havent 'done' anything that my folks or family or even my friends consider being worthwhile.
friends.
hmmmm
what friends??
i look at people around me and im burning with jealousy.
look at their friends i say...they would do anything for them...always there for each other...
the kind u know am talking about....the honest ones...not the ones who see whether ur wearing the cooler crap or whether your worth being seen with.....
were do u get that???is that available on ebay??
people never get me...
and i think they never will...
but u cant change for people now can we??
i know this whole blog looks like one big cribbing session but i just couldnt think of were else i can take it out...
thats basically the eye-opener i had this week
we are not here for our family and friends....
in the end what really matters is whether your the one who is happy
yes its very selfish!! but i'm done being the one stepped on...time to dust off the regrets and move on....its a bad world out there and ur gonna get stabbed the minute ur back is turned...
what's that phrase in hindi
"dher aye par durust aye."
u never know anythin till it hits u in the face.i wasnt hit....i was thrashed all over....
unless i get back that belief by some god-sent sign i dont think i will ever be the same again.
its time i turn my back on this road and go down another way....i hope there are no regrets....
and like i sadi b4..
the irony of it all will be after all this talking i end up reverting to the same guy who was walked over and stepped on....sigh....good night....

THE MAN...THE LEGEND....

2010-08-03T01:20:00.001-07:00

TODAY WE CELEBRATE A MAN WHO SIMPLY GAVE HIS EVERYTHING TO OUR NATION...I CAME ACROSS THIS QUOTE TODAY WHILE SURFING AND I JUST HAD TO PUT IT UP...NO AMOUNT OF WORDS WE SAY CAN MATCH THE BRILLIANCE OF THE MAN WE CALL SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR....BUT I BELIEVE WE GET ANOTHER GLIMPSE OF HIS SHEER GENIUS!!!READ ON PEOPLE AND FEEL THE PRIDE HAVING SOMEONE LIKE HIS REPRESENTING YOUR NATION!!

"When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam. When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy. It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

---Anon

J.D. SALINGER 1919-2010 R.I.P.

2010-01-29T02:22:00.000-08:00

Today the literary world lost what i feel is the one reason why we young people were given a voice in society.adolecents and teenagers alike have always been given a hard bargain and have had to face so much without even being given a head start.we are expected to behave like adults but are never taken so seriously.salinger was a man who understood this phase really well...that rebellious attitude....that frustration at not getting what one wants and being forced to do what we hate....the cather in the rye was an answer to all those parents who wonder were they went wrong in raising their children...a must read...

For a man who spent half his life as a recluse, J. D. Salinger left an extraordinary, indelible imprint on popular culture. His influence transcended his literary fame and shaped future directions in film, television, music, and theatre as well as popularising the term “to screw up”.
For most Britons, his abiding contribution was a tragic and unwitting one. On December 8, 1980, Mark Chapman, a disturbed Beatles fan, shot John Lennon dead in front of his home at the Dakota building, a Manhattan apartment complex near Central Park.
In Chapman’s twisted imagination The Catcher in the Rye, which he had discovered “when searching for some kind of guidance” had instructed him to kill his idol because he had become “a phoney”.
The book became “an electric current in my hand, burning my body”, he later recalled, and he began to blur the boundaries between his own identity and Holden Caulfield, the disaffected hero of the novel. Because of Chapman, Catcher has become a touchstone in the continuing debate about whether films, and video games in particular, can encourage violence.
Salinger’s classic is frequently cited as proof that culture cannot be held responsible for acts perpetrated by the people who consume it. However, he deserves to be celebrated for much more. In the decade after its publication more than 70 essays on the book appeared in British and US magazines.
The term “pop culture” became widespread only around 1960, nine years after the publication of Salinger’s book. But by then The Catcher in the Rye had spread its influence into many undernourished corners of cultural life. Along with Elvis Presley’s music and James Dean’s swaggering Rebel Without a Cause persona, it was Salinger’s Caulfield who best dramatised the emergence of a defiant youth identity in 1950s America. It helped to create demand among young people for their own cultural products, a demand that would fuel the youth cultural revolutions that convulsed the West, and later the whole world.
Salinger helped to invent the notion of teenage angst, and is a father figure to everything from punk music to Donnie Darko, and Bart Simpson to The Graduate. In music, Guns N’ Roses and Green Day are two of the modern bands who have worn its influence most explicitly. In film, the director Wes Anderson often features troubled young protagonists clearly descended from Caulfield.
And just as Salinger laid down a template for the future, so today the world of The Catcher in the Rye is reflected in Mad Men, the award-winning series about Madison Avenue advertising executives at the dawn of the 1960s.
Its creator Matt Weiner read Salinger to help him to nail down the morals, language and outlook of Don Draper and his friends. You wonder if the man himself ever knew.

we all will greatly miss a literary icon like salinger and i dont think we will ever have someone who understood the teenage angst as much as him.may his soul rest in peace. I for one am surely gonna miss him really badly and will be waiting for the next salinger to come along...although i seriously doubt it...good bye holden...

GUTS

2009-11-24T08:31:00.000-08:00

Not the money it makes.
Not the pace it sets.
Not the drama it sells.
A city is made by the guts it shows.
On a day when you're hit by 4 terror strikes in 15 minutes
and half the city rushes to help instead of rushing away,
that's guts.

When you pay half the nation's taxes in return for almost half its liabilities
and still show up at work when train services are disrupted
that shows guts as well.

When you crush a man firing an AK-47 into a bear hug
so all the bullets stay in your body and dont hit anyone else,
that's guts.

When you abandon your fancy car on a flooded road
and wade on to keep an appiontment with someone
who probably just abandoned the Virar local,
thats guts.

When a cabbie drives a pregnant woman to hospital,
through bullets and grenades at no cost
but overcharges the next customer to cover his loss,
thats guts.

When you open a vada pav stall next to McDonalds
and believe thats fair competition,
thats guts.

When a cafe thats been blown to bits by terrorists
opens to record crowds in just three days,
causing it to close early because it cant handle the demand,
thats guts.

So, the point really is this.

You can bomb our hotels and shoot out our railway stations.
You can spill our blood and shed our tears.
You can narrow our minds and widen our distances.

BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO ABOUT OUR GUTS?

MUMBAI
THE GUTS OF A NATION

what do we do with u??

2009-10-28T06:50:00.001-07:00

what am i supposed to do with a sister who loves to box?? sounds real daunting rite?she just punched her way thru another girl today and i was left standing with the question can someone actually breed that much violence??you should have seen her jab away at this girl who towered over her.rhea, thats my sister, jus ran at her like this demented animal and pounded her to pulp.i have seen her bouts before but nothin prepared me for this.its only after she had cooled down and i decided it was ok for me to approach her without getting hit that she told me what really happened before the bout.this girl supposedly had asked for a fair fight and my sister took it like a sport.unfortunately that girl forget her promise to her and punched my sister..
well i dont need to say the rest but yeah...all hell broke loose indeed..

but why am i talkin bout this here today..it just got me wondering bout the human psyche...how in a moment of rage we forget all relationships, bonds and brothers..and sisters for sure.how when we are hurt this instinct just kicks in and all we can think off is causing as much hurrt and pain as possible.sometimes it doesnt even require the thinkin part,it just happens.

maybe thats how the mob mentality works afterall..a few people just play on the minds of innocent bystanders and just like how my sister annihilated her opponent today we see how a brother turns on his own, how a friend doesnt think twice before reping his friend's wife or mother, how neighbours destroy the very homes of people they have shared most of the life with..all those memories come to nothing.
you might say that rhea's example makes this really extreme but its what happens rite??an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth huh??
its like the line from 'THE FIDDLER ON THE ROOF.'
"GOOD!!THAT WAY WE CAN ALL BE BLIND AND TOOTHLESS!!"

THE BEGINNING

2009-10-24T09:55:00.000-07:00

well this is me starting out wit my blog. were do i begin. there is so much one has to say and for those who know me know my capacity to just keep on jabbering. although it doesnt have to besomething that neccesarily means anything. but yeah this is what happens to me when iv got so much to say. i forget what i have to say in the first place
were to begin now....
do i talk about what is happening in the world and sound like any news anchor we see on tv?
should i talk about what my life has been till now and bore half the world with its ordinariness(if such a word exists!)....
or i guess i should jus leave it at this till i come across something worth sharing with you all and not being a waste of your time......
so untill then
rohitmathewthomas.