Me

It has been quite sometime since I updated this space.Though I don’t need to justify my actions here,I might as well tell everyone how screwed my browser is and my computer is in shambles.I wish someone would show some compassion and buy me some speakers.Headsets get irritating after a while. I may not be as verbose as the first blog that i have tagged nor do I blog as frequently as the second person.But here is who I am.

The day is 22nd January 1998.I am watching TV.I see a rather short man tearing apart which can only be called the best bowling attack ever seen.He scores a blistering 134 and wins the match.The man is of cource Sachin Tendulkar,but He is not the person I would want to talk to about.
Everyone at home is happy,I am emotionless.I might be too immature to understand the sport some would think.

Let us go all the way forward to 2007.India travel to the West Indies to play the “World cup” in the Carribean.Supposedly the longest World Cup and the most boring one might I add.India Lose to Bangladesh.They fail to defeat the Lankan tigers.I do not shed a tear.It doesnt affect me.

A few months later.A young team goes to South Africa.Led by MSD.Yuvraj Singh blasts 6 sixes in an over.We beat our Rivals Pakistan in the finals.It is a day of joy.I am more happy that class go cancelled rather than MSD lifting the trophy.My day was made when an overexcited Ravi shashtri called India the TT champions.Such is the state of commentary.Where is Harsha bhogle when you need him the most?

Now let me bring you back to 2005.24th May.The Red men go to Istanbul to face the mighty Milan.We are 3-0 down at half time.The gaffer makes a statement which I would like to achieve some time
“Lads Give yourself a chance to be a Hero”.
The second half.Captain Courageous pulls one back with a pin pointed header.Rallies the fans to raise the roof of the Ataturk.The most surprising of goal scorers then pulls another back.Vladmir Smicer-You will be a kop legend for that strike.Alonso misses that penalty but tucks it in past Dida.it is 3-3.A 119th minute save from Dudek of shevchenko takes the game to penalties.I cannot watch.
Let me share with everyone something which I have learnt-Germans and Gerrard don’t miss penalties.Pool take a lead.the boy from Ukraine fails to get past Jerzy.
Exuberance!
Might I add-that beauty against Olympiakos and that victory against Chelsea were just as sweet.

3 years on Liverpool fail to get past Chelsea.Manchester United do the double over Liverpool.Arsenal pips us for third place.I am inconsolable.

A month ago-Gerrard gets pulled down by Evra.He slots it home.I shout as if the house is on fire.

As much as I Love my country.For me it always is and always will be club over country.

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The Champions league fever has got to me.Its only on loan.Its only on loan.The Shankly boys will go to Rome,and bring it back home .

Letters From Semester 2

Day-Sunday.

Date-18th of January.

Location-Mayur’s room.

Okay Its not the best place to be in,But I did plan to clean it that day.Semester exams finished on the 7th and its the 18th.Simple Arithmetic.Those  slave drivers give us 11 days of peace.Lets be serious here.From September to November We finish assignments.InNovember We redo most of them.Maybe because we just missed a couple of questions or maybe if our ‘Q’ looks like an ‘O’.

Anyway after a month of aiming for the magical figure of 40-I tell you all those runs you make in a test match or the winners you score in Football cannot match the elation you feel when you see those 2 magical numbers.I never realised how much i would love the number 40.

There, i finish 11 days of 11 hours of sleep 11 hours of lukhagiri and 2 hours of other stuff which i require ,to stay alive.I am assuming its 24.See,I have learn t how to differentiate equations which give me the square root of C.But I need a calculator to calculate 20*6.I can’t be arsed to find my calculator now.

Okay getting back to my morning-Its 11.30 AM.Not the earliest riser ,am I?I see a couple of messages on my cell phone.And my people at home showing their disappointment at the lack of good habits this generation has.After my morning rituals i sit where I love the most.In front of my computer .Looking at the date on the screen,Reality strikes-Tomorrow i’ll be in college.Ill be there for 6 hours doing absolutely nothing.The day passes by.

Day-Monday

Date-19th of January

Location-Not in Mayur’s room

We are late as usual.Enter class at 9.15.To be greeted with a sharply dressed man.I presume 60.Black polished shoes.His name is written on the board.A colonel.Ok, an army man.This should be fun.The day ,he asks me the meaning of Reticent  and I falter, ill be doing 50 push ups.There I thought i could have my way with this subject and the college puts maybe the most disciplined individual on the planet to guide us.At the end of the lecture he takes a cheap shot and utters a line about punctuality staring me in the eye.

Chemistry as usual is the lecture where we can relax in.She comes in.She opens some paper with words printed on it.It seems there were numbers and symbols like ‘ —> ‘ on them this year.See, she enlarges the same thing on the board.I think we have seen the worlds first Human projector

Now we have a Subject where we have to draw.I couldnt have asked for a better teacher,but theres little you can do with a person who cant draw a straight line with a scale.I pity him for having a student like me.We haven’t done much in this subject ,so I cant say much.All I can say is this is not the first time ill be giving this exam.I pass this subject and i Treat everyone who comments on this post to something nice.

Computer Programming 2-For some reason I thought I was good at this subject.We had CP 1 last semester.And the university is just being cruel to add this one.Well after the disaster which was CP 1 ,I  am not awaiting answering this paper.

Physics-I never pay attention to whats going on.We give each other riddles on the last bench so Dont know what happens here.God bless Tech Max and Fanatics.

And Well Maths is Maths.The short description just shows my disdain for the subject.

Hopefully Sem 2 wont be as grueling as the first one.While I post this I see Amrita Rao in Colombo cheering on the team or if I may burst her bubble here-promoting some movie called victory.Ill be tearing such celebrities in future posts.Don’t want to slag them in this one.

We have a Fest this Semester.I am clueless about it.Shall Update this space when I know more about it.But I do know It is called SPACE.And I would wish you would applaud me for knowing that.

Life that Could Have Been

“Imagine”. This one word has tormented some of my closest friends for the past three years .I’ve used this word in so many places they think Samsung is paying me to promote their products, And the free shirt saying Imagine given by Samsung as one of their “assured” prizes when buying a product didn’t help me pleading not guilty.

Coming back to the point ,I don’t think many people know I started my schooling in Europe.I came back to India in 1996 and have not held a valid passport since.

I would like to stop and take a moment on how my life would have been If I had not migrated back here.

Lets go to the August of 1996 shall we.

Mayur celebrates his 6th birthday with his friends from school.He currently plays as a Defender for an under 10 team which plays Sunday matches.Going toe to toe with boys 3 years older than him coming out victorious in most tackles he is Spotted by an Andrelecht scout at the tender age of 9.

Quite short and skinny for a 9 year old, the coaches are apprehensive of playing me as a centre back.I now play full back making runs along the right.

Now for some ‘fact’ in this tale of fiction-I am the most one footed player to grace God’s once green, now concrete earth..

Getting back to my story

I play as a right back for 4 years at the Belgian club, managing my school work pretty well.At 14 Ajax calls.Ajax known for their world beating youth set up call.They have been watching me for quite some time.I am called to train at Amsterdam that Summer.

I train with guys twice my size and defend against people who dont’t think twice before putting an elbow in my face. Im offered a contract for the Ajax youth team at 16.

Already Scouts at clubs like Real Madrid,Liverpool and AC Milan have heard of this Indian lad.Yes-I have not given up my Indian nationality and visit India every year.
By this time, Sergio Ramos breaks into the Madrid team,knowing him quite well from a couple of games ,I’m not surprised..He was always a prodigy.

It is 2008 ,and one of the Liverpool scouts notices me.Me,being a big Liverpool supporter jump at the sight of a contract put forth by my agent.(Yes,I have an agent also).Without a shadow of a doubt in my mind ,I sign the paper making me the first Indian to play for pool.I get a work permit in a couple of months and Anfield is my new home.

I start to challenge Alvaro Arbeloa for this position at full back.A rash tackled by Joe Cole on Arbeloa means he faces a lay off from first team duty for a couple of months,Having played a couple of league cup games and coming on as a substitute in an FA cup game,The gaffer plays me in the next game away to Wigan.A solid performance at the back makes me the first choice full back for the next couple of months.

I am supposed to start the game against Madrid in February now .

This is what would have happened in my life till now,I wouldn’t like to get ahead of myself ,hence I conclude my semi autobiography here.

For those of you who haven’t called your doctor to stitch up your stomach caused by your rude laughing ,I sincerely thank you for reading the whole thing.I am sure there was a chuckle at a couple of places just trying to be polite,
You can now erupt with laughter.

Now ,You might ask why I chose the right back position. I solemnly feel that this is the most underrated position. The player toils for 90 minutes. Defending and the breaking forward.Linking up with the Right winger and the central mid fielder. Never getting the applause he deserves.A thankless position. A position which I epitomize in life.Hence Right back it is!