2009

This is a big year.
This is the biggest year.
This one is just mammoth.
Do I need to say anything else?

Dig Deep Enough, There's Always Shit.......


Always!!

Empty Glasses, Empty Hearts. They Fail to Fill Life.

As my friend pointed out, their emptiness bars the need of words.

Mujh Se Bichhad Kar Khush Rahte Ho
Meri Tarah Tum Bhi Jhoothe Ho

Ek Tahni Pe Chaand Tika Tha
Main Ye Samjha Tum Baithe Ho

Ujle Ujle Phool Khile The
Bilkul Jaise Tum Hanste Ho

Mujhko Shaam Bata Deti Hai
Tum Kaise Kapde Pahane Ho

Tum Tanha Duniya Se Ladoge
Bachchon Si Baatien Karte Ho

The DROG Is BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

What a return, what a goal, what a savior he is for Chelsea Fans. He comes off the bench with 30 minutes remaining and the team desperately needing a goal to secure their place in the knockout and the team needing something they haven't done for the whole season. The team needing a goal after 65 minutes to get a win. And then he gets everybody moving with his skills, tremendous power, perfect positioning and some perfectly timed runs. Result is a goal of the month for me. Brilliant run, exquisite control and the most clinical of finish that too under pressure from two defenders. This is Didier Drogba. One of THE most important players in the squad. One of the greatest players to have played for Chelsea. One of the players who'll go in the all time greats list for the club. Truly Mesmerizing display of football for 30 minutes. I couldn't have asked for more from him. You can't ask anything from him. He always gives you more than you could possibly hope for. Hail The Drog.


p.s. I hated him two weeks ago for bieng in talks with Mourinho over a possible transfer to Inter. :))

:)

If I'd lost a goalkeeper, or a full-back, it wouldn't be so much of a problem because I have four others to use as replacements. But I lost a player in Michael Essien who can play in five positions, so he is like losing five players. Luiz Phillipe Scolari

Indian VETO.

The biggest power that an Indian citizen has is to VOTE. Each and every vote counts. Mine too.

We have to vote for people and choose them our leaders who are no good than us except for their uncanny ability listen tons of things against themselves and being about a million times more evil than we possibly think they actually are. Elections are meant for people to choose their representative but according to "the people" they won't vote for a person:

(a) Whom they don't know personally and aren't assured whether they'd get their relatives transferred if they ask them to.
(b) Who won't give you about 10 liters of the worse quality liquor to drink before elections.
(c) Who won't meet you personally for about 3 times before the elections.
(d) And if you've seen enough of "good politics", those who didn't give you more money than the opponent to buy your vote are no good for the voters.
(e) Who is educated; as if s/he is, s/he has only stayed in closed gate rooms mugging up and s/he doesn't know a shit about the problems of "the most important common man".
(f) Who does not posses a big army of "gundas" as if s/he doesn't have that army, its impossible for them to cope in politics and as we all know, common man does not like "losers in any sense whatsoever."

Now if a candidate meets all those requirements, its not enough for them to get the vote of people. People are very wise. This is the only time they can use the politicians for their own good and they thoroughly make up for the last 5 years from each and every candidate who is contesting. They make use of each and every opportunity.

And in the the end they very wisely choose a candidate who is of their own cast. Because he/she is their brother/sister by caste and you cannot betray your family for anything. Anything.

Where are You Guys????

Oh My God!!!!! Another defeat at the Bridge and that too at the hands of, let me get some fresh air, at the hands of Arsenal.

Gulp!

Only positive being that Gallas wasn't their captain this time and none other that Van Persie scores a brace. But seriously,what is the deal with you guys? Are you too much impressed by the Indian mythology and treating your visitors with utter respect? "If somebody comes to your home, greet 'em with open arms and give them the best gift that you can." No! Quit it. Its good for India only. 86 straight games unbeaten at the Bridge and then, 12 points dropped including two defeats at the same place and none dropped away. Thats so not like Chelsea. Give it a break soon enough or we'll have to regret it. Last season in these three big matches against ManU, Arsenal & Pool we got 7 out of 9 points at home and away from home we didn't get a single point. Well, maybe we're too good to our visitors but I don't think its an easy task to take away any points away while you're playing at Anfield or Old Trafford. It going to cost us dearly.

Its hard to blame bad results at anyone in particular but as always, I'd say that luck is not favouring chelsea this time too. Tell me which club gets so many injuries? I don't think there is any club which is fighting with so many injuries to key players for such long time. Well the list of injured players is so long but there are four players that are so badly missed at this time that you can't just stop calling out loud. Where are you guys?

Ricardo Carvalho: Oh yeah. The player that is missed the most is our unsung hero Riccy. He might not get that much plaudits in the presence of the skipper by the fans but he certainly does a lot more than just complementing JT. The shape that he gives to backline is another thing, most importantly for a defender; he does not commit mistakes and have never been caught out of position in his whole career. His technique, well I must say is flawless. You don't expect him to wrestle out with forwards at the age of 31 and he doesn't. He never needs to do that. And if he ever needs, why is JT? Only to carry out the wrestling and motivating assignment I guess! How many times do we see him covering up the mistakes in midfield or by our fullbacks(or dummy forwards I shall say), how many times do we see him getting Cech out of the jail. I don't know much of the adjectives, but he is something more than just very very important and we need him back very very very soon if we're to get our season back on track.

Michael Essien: The best midfielder of Europe as my bro keeps suggesting me time and again, is, is, is.... am not kiding, he indeed is out with an injury. Well you don't expect someone like Drogba and Essien to be missing out on injuries. They're just too strong for that.But as we know, he is missing and what Chelsea is missing? That commanding figure that guards the back four and more importantly the monster that he is in and around the opponent's box. Mikel is not bad for that position but all he can do is distribute the ball to the four guys before him and thats it. Playing some half a million passes sitting in the circle is not what's needed at this point of time I guess. Someone who has got some thunderous strikes in his pocket to create everything out of nothing, someone who has got some brilliant killer balls to feed to your strikers, someone who has got bags of pace to get back to defend from any position in time, someone who has got the power to wrestle with a bull and hold down players in EPL; such a player is needed. Google it. One results found; Michael Essien. He's got to be back soon or I guess we'll have to do with the feeble attempts of Mikel, who, as Andy Gray suggested, always shoots when he's got a knife on his throat and that too nearing the corner flag rather than the posts.

Joe Cole: My personal favourite. His importance can't be stressed any more now. For me he is the best winger in England after that gay guy(he's gay but anyways a good player). We just can't do without him. This is the only area where we don't have enough players to play. If he goes out, I don't think Salomoun Kalou is the answer to that, rather I don't think he's the answer to any position right now. We need someone to whom great Bosingwa can pass the ball with full confidence that he won't loose the ball. He's one of the only players such as Lampard who rarely loose possesion in midfield or play a wrong pass. And more than that, he's not that interested in shooting as long as he can see a better pass to play to and even more importantly, he can finish excuisitely when required. He matches the likes of Lamps in terms of finishing and we need that desperately easpecially with this Chritmas tree formation and with Malouda wasting more than 4-5 clear scoring chances per match.We need a winger who can finish. Kalou can do that but he can't do anything else than that with such accuracy. The croses that Joe plays in, most of them have Goal written all over it and also he's one of the rare players in Chelsea side who forms a great parnership with Anelka(I must not talk about Anelka at any point of my life). Get well soon Joe.

The Drog: Here comes he. No matter how much chelsea fans hate him for a month or so, he comes back, takes you to a win from a goal or two down and we forget everything that he has done. Thats the story of Great Didier Drogba. Not a lot of people might agree with me over the importance of Drogba as Anelka seems to fill his boots quite reasonably but just take a look at the number of chances that has fallen to Anelka. Give Drog that many chances and he'll ceratinly score more than twice of what Anelka has scored with those chances. However good Anelka maybe, I'll never forget his miss against ManU and however bad Drogba maybe, I'll never forget his two goals against Arsenal and Pool last season and the Upright of the CL's final last season. He was just an inch away from becoming the legend of Chelsea that night and ended up becoming...... Whatever that maybe, the truth is that we need him right now to get back to the old scoring style that we're missing so terribly right now. The style of scoring in the dying moments of the game. We haven't done that this season. No goals after 80 minutes this season. What if you're just a goal ahead and someone scores a goal in 80th minute. Only one man in Chelsea can score then. Now if we need to score, we'll have to play about 30 passes before we can find any opening and playing 30 passes in last 10 minutes is so not possible. What if we play a single ball forward to Drogba and he wins the header for us and Lampard covers it up and somebody then wraps it up. So simple and so like Chelsea. The efficient Chelsea. The team that was able to score at its will. I don't need sophisticated football. I need wins no matter how they come. And I know getting back Drog is one of the very confident moves to do that.

Khoya Khoya Chaand

Jindagi sawaalon ke jawaab dhoondhne chali
Jawaab mien sawaalon ki ik lambi si ladi mili
Sawaal hi sawaal hain ki soojhti nahin gali
Ki aaj haath thaam lo ek haath ki kami khali

Those were the Days.....

Those were the days of hope
Those were the days we were able to cope

Those were the days we were sharp as spears
Those were the days we had no fears

Those were the days we spoke aloud
Those were the days we were out of the croud

Those were the days we did not brood
Those were the days, we understood

Those were the days without responsibilities
Those were the days with endless possibilities

Those were the days with a bat and a ball
Those were the days with an ace and a goal

Those were the days we slept at night
Those were the days with an upward flight

Those were the days with creatures named friends
Those were the days we jumped the fence

Those wre the days we made fun of girls
Those were the days with no intesrest in their curls

Those were the days we bathed in the river
Those were the days we never looked in the mirror

Those were the days when the limit was the sky
Those were the days, "why doorbells are so high?"

For those were the days that refuse to die
Those were the days that make me cry

Those were the days, they give me hope to live
These are the days, they make me bleed

Those were the days we were clean and pure
Those days were the best, I am sure.

That was the worse way to loose it. I never anticipated that it will have such an end rather I thought it ended long ago, but then I burned something that night and tried again and I don't think the result isn't too obvious. I never wanted that to end this way. Never ever. It deserved a better end at least. Whatever it maybe, I guess I'll have that crazy night again and who knows, I may start it all over again.

This time it won't finish dreadfully. This time it won't have an end. Its going to last. It has to last. It has got no choice.

Happy Singh.

Depression is rather a quite common phenomenon especially in today’s world where you have to fight for everything, first your existence, then money, then love, identity, fame and after getting all these the pressure to maintain and to sustain it, then they’ll complain about peace of mind and all that crap. It all boils down to one single fact; nobody on planet earth is living a perfect life. Wait! Not life, I guess. Because what I meant was nobody is truly happy and that’s what life is all about. That indeed is “THE perfect life”, the unhappy life, both sour and sweet.
But we have to agree that depression is one hell of a time. Everything you look at is bad, every individual you can think of is selfish, every thing you do looks of no importance and seems to go wrong, there’s nothing you can think of to soothe yourself. But that is all in the mind. Remember this is the same mind which was with you some time ago when you cherishing some very happy moments, for example a burger (I can’t think of anything else!).
The biggest task that lies ahead when you’re in depression is turning the tide of your thoughts from one way to the other. I don’t know them exactly (I would’ve been a psychiatrist had I known them) as they differ from individual to individual but try not to think of anything you hate. Just think about your family and how good they are and slowly and steadily try to think about everything positively. Remember, the biggest risk that all of us take in our lives is to live it. We’ve got no assurance of our next moment. You should always remember that at any point of time there is a finite probability that this is the last that you’re seeing of this world. Now you’ve two choices ahead of you, either die living or die dying. I would go with the former as I may die while I am alive but certainly I can’t live when I’m dead.
About the problems, some say that they’re facing a crisis, nobody in this world cares about them, they’re just another thing in this world and if they go missing nobody is even going to notice or anything like that. People like me; we’re mainly depressed because of the struggle of identity. Yes I want to be the most famous man in the world, yes I want that every next girl I meet shall say **** me but this is not what life is all about. The important thing is what you’ve achieved not what you haven’t been able to achieve. Nobody can get everything even though they deserve it as you’ll always be with something that you don’t deserve. For example, I don’t deserve to live in one sense as some person who is dying somewhere on earth due to lack of facilities or due to terrorism or whatever, he may deserve life more than me. He may be a better individual than I am. But I am alive and I am sure a lot of people who deserved life more than me are dead today. You’re sad because you can’t see your identity in this big a world think of people who are struggling to live, identity is a matter that they don’t have time to think about as if they’ll think about it their mind goes off the dangers and they won’t be alive the next moment to save their identities. Some may say why live this life it hasn’t got a meaning. Yeah that’s right but death again is not an easy thing to handle and as I said before I would prefer to die living, I won’t like it if death comes to me and says, skip him he’s already dead.
No sorrows are big enough to make you loose your next moment. As I write the lyrics of song pops into my head “Duniya mien kitna ghum hai, Mera ghum kitna kum hai.”
Talk about me being over optimistic? I won't care.

A Very Simple Problem!!!

Just read on:

The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference.He is a man who is less certain of his identity and much more interested in his image – that's to say, one who was much more interested in being looked at (because that's the only way you can be certain you actually exist).


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Janet Saltzman Chafetz describes seven areas of masculinity.

Physical — virile, athletic, strong, brave.
Functional — breadwinner, provider for family
Sexual — sexually aggressive, experienced, heterosexual. Single status acceptable;
Emotional — unemotional, stoic, for example, the proverb "boys don't cry";
Intellectual — logical, intellectual, rational, objective, practical,
Interpersonal — leader, dominating; disciplinarian; independent, free, individualistic; demanding;
Other Personal Characteristics — success-oriented, ambitious, aggressive, proud, egotistical; moral, trustworthy; decisive, competitive, uninhibited, adventurous.


Do these two terms mix? That's a matter of opinion and I'm not going to argue over that (I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend with my life your RIGHT to say it. -- Voltaire) but I do have question. What will happen if you put only one individual of one kind with about two or maybe three thousand of the other kind? Result is disastrous of the one who is left alone. Never ever do this.

21 of the Past. Part - I

We forget very easily. Human memory is so short lived that it cannot remember a lot of things that do or do not matter. I know I am going to forget a lot of things in the future so as I count the beginning of my 21st year, I would like to remember at least one thing from each year of my life that I can remember(not told by anyone). Some of them proved very critical in making my today, let's see how much important are those which come to my mind now.

1: I don't remember anything whatsoever from that year.

2: Nothing much from this except for that I used to enjoy my big cousin Mahendra's company a lot and ran after him every evening when he'll go out for a ride on his bicycle and Ma used to run after me. My first bike(tri-wheeler that lasted only 10 days and my struggle to ride on that broken piece). The burn that I got on my right hand(I have a pic of that but I still remember that without it). My love for the song Mera Joota hai Japani. Gosh! Those were happy days. One thing from my Mom, I got a terrible disease which limped my legs and was unable to walk for 1 month that is when I developed my disgust for honey.

3: This was quite eventful. I remember a lot from this. I would run to my neighbor Aunty and would always eat at her place and when Ma would ask me to stop doing that I would say unki roti jyada meethi hai. Me going to an old man in neighborhood and him always giving me Dabur Chyawanprash. That old potter lady from whom I would always get my piggy banks for free she would give me one and ask me not to tell anybody that I got it for free. I got all injured when I tried to stop some men who were taking away my best friend, the calf of our cow, when I grabbed its leg and was dragged on road for 10 meters crying.

4: We moved to our new house. I remember us going to the new house and I was sitting with our beds on the truck and I remember one of the gullys through which we reached to our house. Me asking Ma that how long can you remember in the past. She says not much and me saying I can remember 100 years. My favorite song changing to Kabootar ja ja...

5: First year for preliminary schooling. Got in a school nearby but attended it for only one day because the Ma'm there bahut kaali thi and looked horrifying. I remember the bag which I took to the school that day, my daddy's office bag. I was taught to write hindi by Ma and I remember her teaching me to write ल which I remember every time I write it. Its a difficult letter to remember. Then me attending two more preliminary schools nearby in one of which Ma'm used to tell stories about a lady in her neighbor who would drink 10 liters of milk in one go and I always thought that old lady is insane. And the other one the retired teacher from Shishu Vihar. I used to stand on road with my friend and wait for any vehicle. We would say its mine as soon as we got a sight of it and would clap if we got one like we've really won it. We always had a competition of who would pee the farthest standing in a line(I don't remember the results though).

6: Great school comes. I sat in the exam for admission in 1 Sr. but was unable to write anything as I had no idea what to write in the exam though I knew it. Me getting my first pen when daddy bought me one saying you might need it in exam apart from pencil. The teacher(Basant Kumar) asking me "What is your name?" at the top of his voice and I was unable to utter a single word I was so frightened. He repeated twice but would not get it from me and in the end read my name on my admit card only.
A boy from my class whose name was most probably Vishaal whose handwriting was was very good but gave less space between words. My first toffee as a prize that Poonam Ma'm gave me at her place after giving my result. Me getting home all by myself only after 1 month I got into school and watching the blacksmith work on my way home for 1 hour everyday.The Lakra brothers and how much I hated them from my first standard only. My diappointment when I heard that I am not selected for 1 Sr. but for 1 Jr. Baalsabha and how much I hated it. Me saying to a lady that don't worry aunty you'll get what's written in your fate nothing else than that and my Mom gasping in shock at that and telling everyone that I said so and every time I was very much surprised over it an thought "Big Deal I said that. Did I say something wrong?"

7: My fued with Sandeep Choudhary over the seat near one of the boys and him saying that his Daddy told him to sit near him. The nervous assembly in which I was left in the class and had a nightmare of time all alone in the class. The khadus teacher Shri Kishan Sharma giving me 14 marks out of 20 for drawing flag of India in the drawing test and Lakra brothers laughing all the time when he threw my drawing out of the window. Me going home shivering all the way and being scolded and then consoled by Nudi for getting 14 marks in drawing. The constant torment both at school and at home for poor handwriting. And yeah the blacksmith, his kids were growing and he used to work a lot more and I used to watch him even more.

Now that I remember a lot of things from 7 years I don't want to write anymore. I want to enjoy those 7 years, relive them only if I can. I'll write rest of them some other day maybe. Those were happy times. Very Very happy times.

Crystal Clear

It should be read whenever confusion erupts. Everything will be clear, crystal clear. Remember the word. "Crystal Clear".


1: Oh, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you ...to get you drunk and feel like you belong.
2: Well, it was fun.
1: Because they make you feel cool. Hey, I met you. You are not cool.
2: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.
1: Because we are uncool. While women will always be a problem for guys like us, most of the great art in the world is about that very problem. Good-looking people, they got no spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
2: Yeah, I can really see that now.
1: Because great art is about guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love. Hey, let's face it, you got a big head start.
2: I'm glad you were home.
1: I'm always home. I'm uncool. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.

Crushes don't last for six years. Do they?? Somebody disagrees with me upon that. So sad for everyone.

Being Cynic.

Strangers are always bad. They can't be good because if they are, they're not strangers. The reverse is equally true. I have someone living inside me and he's a total stranger. I never want to face him, he's a real jerk. Anyways, no matter how unwelcome his presence maybe, his manners are not that good to hold him off, he always pops his head up and now is asking a very unpleasant question. When, how, what and where did it went wrong???
I used to be quite good at psychology. I was able to explain things around me and their reasons. Is it that I've lost it or are they really not that bad?? I need to revise my concepts.
Anyways, be anything in your life but never ever try being a diplomat. It fucks you. Big time. I guess that answers your question buddy!

Lauta Do

Mera Kuchh Saamaan Tumhare paas pada hai
Saawan ke kuchh bheege bheege din rakhe hain
Aur mere ik khat mien lipti raat padi hai
Wo raat bujha do mera wo saamaan lauta do

Its Cold in July.

Walking alone on empty roads in dark nights has always been a refreshing experience. It gives you time to get closer to yourself. To know certain things about you that are important only for you in this world. To give yourself time for dreams that have always been trying to take shape, sitting alone in some corner of your heart, trying to get a way to your mind. Just to think of those dreams, just to loose the shackles of your mind, that you impose on yourself for some strange reason even you don't know, its something very close to heavens for me. But nowadays there are more nightmares then dreams.

Just when you go deep down in your reverie, with a good dream, muttering words to yourself, talking to someone who is not walking by your side, unaware of this selfish world and their cruel methods of life. Then suddenly you know this isn't going to happen in this life. Suddenly you feel the most lonely person of the world. The dream is gone to pieces and you stand there shattered, terrified. Suddenly you start to feel the cold outside. The only cold that hurts me. The only cold that I hate. The only cold that can't be stopped by human inventions. The only cold that is prevalent the whole twelve months of the year. The only cold that can destroy you. The chill is killing. Nowadays, it kills so often and so cruelly that I'm just afraid to talk about it.

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Does life ask too much from us or its the other way round?

Jose Mourinho might still be Chelsea's manager had the arrival of Andriy Shevchenko not undermined his relationship with Roman Abramovich. Then again, had a different coach been in charge at Stamford Bridge when the Ukrainian moved there from Milan two years ago, he might have continued scoring the sort of goals that saw him voted European Footballer of the Year in 2004.

On Sunday night Shevchenko will have the chance to settle old scores at the San Siro when the Rossoneri take on their city rivals Internazionale in what will be Mourinho's first Milan derby. It had seemed that Shevchenko would be a substitute — a role that became all too familiar to him during his two unsettled years under Mourinho in west London — but a thigh injury to Marco Borriello means he is almost certain to be in Milan's starting line-up against the Italian champions.

This is the opportunity Shevchenko must have been waiting for since he returned to Milan in the summer. Mourinho, after all, wasted little time in voicing his opinion about Shevchenko's return. "He was like a prince in Milan and at Chelsea our philosophy was different as we had no princes," he said last month. "Everybody needs to work like everybody else and everybody needs to prove he deserves to play."

Shevchenko certainly looked like a prince when he was the main guest of the fashion designer Giorgio Armani during Milan Fashion Week, but the striker, who turns 32 on Monday, refuted allegations that he has been treated any differently to his team-mates at Milan.

"When I was at Chelsea what I missed most was the organisation, the preparation and the atmosphere of this club - lots of little things that are very important," said Shevchenko, who is yet to score for Milan since his return to Italy but has found the net 14 times in 15 Milan derbies. "It's been said that I was treated like a prince, but that is not how it was. Here I had difficult moments but I overcame them with hard work and sacrifice."

The Desert Rose

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I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love

Ye Tanhai Ka Aalam...

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Ye tanhaai ka aalam
Aur is par aap ka gham
Ye tanhai ka aalam
Aur is par aap ka gham
Na jeete hain na marte
batao kya karen hum

Let's Do it.

Birds do it, bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

RISK

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to others is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.

The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.

Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.

Only the person who risks can be free

No Regrets. Is that so?

There are no hair stylists in Pilani(even if there would've been some, I doubt my ability to reach them), there are only barbers. Good barbers or bad barbers. Barbers not by profession rather forced into profession, by caste. A caste that can do nothing else but to trim your hair. We here in Rajasthan name them as Nai. So there are some good ones there are some bad ones, and a few very good ones because they know stuff other than trimming hair. They know something about hair apart from hair styles. Well, I happened to run into one such person in Pilani for a haircut and asked him for the sake of keeping a conversation, "How long are my hair gonna live?" A simple and honest reply was thrown upon me as a bombshell, "They won't last more than 2 to 3 years max." For me, to be honest, that was very disappointing. There are several reasons for it though I've never given them enough attention as I do not know even what colour exactly are my hair but that means I've grown old.

There was a time when I was a kid. Then I entered into my teenage but I missed my past so much and I decided not to part with it. I was still a kid even when I was 18 or 19 or even today maybe, Who knows? I never tried things that boys do. In some other point of reference I did but that was too early and thats where it happened. When I woke up from that I realized that I've got enough time to do that so just forget it and I did. Now here I am writing this blog, putting my fat ass upon the chair like this means a world to me and thinking that I've got no time now. Its all gone in the past. A jump, straight from childhood to adolescence, no formal teenage and I doubt if there would be a stage of adolescence or not. Time is cruel. It makes you cruel. It teaches you to kill. To kill things inside you. Even if you want them to be alive in some corner of your heart but you've to kill them for the so called well being of your own and well being of people around you. But why? Why do we have to start preparing for a miserable time that'll come come after 20 years right from now and make this one miserable too. Well I don't have any answers to this as if I had some, I would surely have gathered enough courage not to follow it. But I am following it. Being a nice boy for everyone around me. Trying to be an ideal for those around me(to tell you the truth, failing terribly). Soon I would be forced into another "Bhedchaal", the bhedchaal of geeks. I've to stick my ass in front of this box for 14 hours a day some useful bucks to satisfy my hunger for the things that I missed during my teenage and in the course of this process missing the days that I actually should be living then. Then another phase, again doing things for the past at the wrong time and like this die one day hungry for some more days so that I could live the whole phase of my life. That's the biggest failure you can imagine of. Its on its way to me. I know its coming, I can see it. I am laughing while writing this as I see something needs to change but I can't as I haven't done it for those 21 years.

In short, I have turned into a big geek. I hate being like this. I want to come out of it but don't have enough energy for that. Now all I can do to satisfy the animal inside me is to justify my position, give some very nice arguments to support it and above all be happy and be ignorant. Thats exactly what I've done, I've been doing and will keep doing.

The Easier Way, the Bhagat's Way.

No change, let’s talk about others again. This time the victim being Chetan Bahgat.
People of football might know Inzaghi of Milan. He is biggest opportunistic you may ever see. He hasn’t got those great skills of football, no great control, nothing extraordinary; still he is the top scorer of Champions League. What he's got in abundance is just a nudge or a bit of common sense to know where to be at what time to get a goal. Where does Inzaghi come in picture here then? I think he’s got a twin in India named Chetan Bhagat. IIT, IIM graduate Chetan Bhagat, in my opinion he’s a graduate in psychology as well, he knows exactly where to hit to get a goal in Indian market and he’s done it time and again.
I think we need to think what makes him do that. Is it money? or fame? Whatever it maybe, only he knows it better but lets try to get an honest case study from a common(or way tooo common man's perspective :P). Flashback ----> Serach for the kid "Chetan Bhagat", he surely was bright and studious, young Chetan Bhagat same here. It seems as if being a geek for time long enough to kill one has taken a toll on him. He’s obsessed by it and keeps writing things that hit people who are of the same kind as him in one way or the other.Lets see how he does that in all his "Bestsellers". His first book(don't mind if I miss something as to mention everything is to paste the whole book); how many people are there who study their ass off in schools to get in decent colleges and don’t study that much after getting in there. Even if those who don’t get there know that they’ve done hard work in studies that they are never going to do again. Idea! Hit it. Write a book on college friends like these people who love to be lazy in college. Who think they are someone like Ryan, bright, suffering due to the system and lack of oppurtunities, someone like Hari, always right and trying to mentor their friends and having a secret crush on a girl, some one like Alok, tense due to economic troubles back home. All of them trying to forget their misery through alcohol. Help me if I’ve missed a single college student of India. All of them will be touched. If so happens, he’s through. Those who are out of college will read it as to refresh their memories of college. Add to it, some real sex scenes in the book, for people like me who read books only for them. He’s through. Through to the bestsellers list. Is that something like Inzaghi.No! Not Yet(Inzaghi is a legend in Milan, so Chetan has got more ground to catch up) Wait for the next one.
Lets try to break into Chetan's mind for the second book he has written. Again, capture the youth. Working people this time. Frustrated bunch. Underpaid, inferior and some routine problems of life. But this time our dear Chetan goes one step ahead. He gets his character into the story. After all that was what he wanted. He always wanted to be famous, heroic. Unfortunately for him, he chose academics as the means to achieve all these, which according to me is totally impossible. Believe me, I’ve been through this, most of you must’ve been through this one time or other. Add to the story the frustration of Vroom on being an Indian, the biggest pick of the book being “A US burger boy earns more than me in two hours while I’ve to listen to 200 calls the whole night for it.” If you didn’t like it, “I’ve to pay 50,000 bucks just to get membership of this disco.” Quite a lot of us would’ve got emotional on that. Someone losing a girlfriend due to money. The pain of seeing the girl you love get engaged. Failure in the job you like and being exploited all this stuff. Don’t you stop here. This time god comes to the rescue. Wow! What he does? Gives a speech that is worse than that of Sonia Gandhi speaking in hindi. Come on man he’s god he knows stuff and he knows things that would enlighten everything on earth if he says them. All the gurus in India have been created by him who can make you do anything by their power of "pravachans" and god, he messed it, there is some real piece of crap written over there. Then a perfect hindi film ending, riding bike on the divider, kissing girlfriend on the road. Come on dear, don’t be kid Chetan. You gotta be joking right.You seem to be in such haste to finish that book. I think he got some deadline for the climax.
Once again then. The third one. Students…. Done, Working people……..done, people struggling to get a job, struggling to fit into life, they’re left. Get on to them. People who want to be the richest man on earth. Come on man, Dheerubhai was illiterate and he raised this whole big empire, why can’t we do that? I’ve heard this from at least 50 people myself. What about Chetan who gets a thousand of mails everyday (including some suicide notes too). This time, he gets his wife into action too as she was complaining a lot after his last book for not being starred in that. Add to that the hottest topic among youth (how can he miss it? He’s such a keen observer) ORKUT. On the very first page he mentions a list of bollywood people he knows. Good for you. Anyway, back to the book, still one major category of youth is going unnoticed. People like me, frustrated on the condition of sports in India. Wow that really hurt me. Still there are some people like me who always feel that they’re better off the underdogs in everything , people like Omi. Then comes the dream of every studios guy in the world. A dream student, and a dream time with her in her her room. on her roof.... (I should stop dreaming here). How many people get rewarded like that for studying? I’m so jealous. Catch it, get it into the book. Then comes another typical Indian trait, the fate. It never favors you and so was the case of our heroes. Poor chaps. Kismat ke sataye huye  And here comes Chetan flying from Hong Kong to Ahemdabad to sort out all the troubles of this guy within a night and fly back by the first flight in the morning. You are a genius man. I would like to try kill me someday and mail you. You’re a genius(I'm not so sure about that though). But is that someone who resembles Inzaghi? Don't tell me. Think about it.
The best thing about him. He writes off his critics on the very first page of his book. “I don’t want to be the most admired writers of India; I want to be the most loved writer of India.” My way of putting that is, I want to be like a superman in every Indian’s heart who can sort out every problem within seconds. And about being the most admired writers; even if you write you’re ass off, you won’t be.

Coming Back to Life.............. (I'm not)

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone elses words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride trough our silence
I knew the waiting had begin
And headed straight... into the shining sun

Le Chal Wahan

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Main bhi tanha hoon tu bhi hai tanha kahin
Main adhoori yahan tu adhhoora kahin
Ek aahat si hoti hai mujhko yahan
Tu kahan hai kahan hai kahan hai kahan
Mujhe le chal tu le chal tu le chal wahan
Jahan tak aasman aasman aasman
Ho mohabbat ki duniya nasheman jahan
Mujhe le chal tu le chal tu le chal wahan

Nothing is Worse than being Ordinary.

Kisi Ko Is Jagah Pe Nahin Aana Hai

Bahut Door Mujhe Chale Jaana Hai
Bahut Nazdeek Mujhe Aana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Pe Nahin Aana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Se Nahin Jaana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Hai

Jaane Mile Ya Na Mile Phir Aisi Tanhaayi
Dil Ki Lagi Lene Lagi Seene Mein Angdaayi
Mujhko Chhupa Le Dil Mein Basaa Le
Dekh Bura Yeh Zamana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Pe Nahin Aana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Se Nahin Jaana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Ha

Kya Zindagi Kat Jaayegi Bas Teri Yaadon Mein
Yeh Raat Bhi Dhal Jaayegi Kya Yoon Hi Waado Mein
Armaan Nikle Ya Jaan Nikle Pyaar Mera Deewana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Pe Nahin Aana Hai
Kisi Ko Is Jagah Se Nahin Jaana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Hai

Mere Badan Mein Oh Sajan Jaagi Ek Chingaari
Toot Jaayegi Jal Jaayegi Is Mein Duniya Saari
Is Ko Bujha De Shola Banaa De Kehta Yeh Parwana Hai
Bahut Door Mujhe Chale Jaana Hai
Bahot Nazdeek Mujhe Aana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Hai
Teri Baahon Mein Mujhe Aaj Mar Jaana Hai

BREAK !!

A, B, Break. The " "-Break.
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Heartbreak, ...... Not Again
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Yet Again. :-(

Arrogance, Mine or .......

They know they can't do it, they believe no on can do it.
For god's sake who gave you the right to think so? they aren't capable enough and they are proud enough to think no one else is able enough to do it if they can't. I feel like writing some f**** words for them, but I can't do it cuz of the f****** p********* as he said once. But I really feel like thrashin thier head every time I see 'em.

If only I had some divine rules in my hand, I would have banned soiling such corrupt seeds.

Conclusions, Who Loves Them?

I hate it when conclusions are drawn at me,
I hate it when people are conclusive,
But they always do that,
They have a lot of conclusions for me,
A lot of free time to draw them(they think so, I feel they lack it),
Most of the conclusions boil down to a single point
And no one on this planet earth hates the point as much as I do.

A Glimer of Hope, rather a ray, a beam of hope.
I am to wait if this guy can live up to expectations of the hope or.......
Well I guess, he'll certainly not try his best.
I think he hasn't tried his best,, but his luck, that idiot luck,, always does it for him.
So there it is... Countdown for the result starts today...
359 days left.

This rather turns out to be a filmy drama....
Can u believe it???
I just can't!

Mujh Ko Baatein Kab Aati Hain ?

Mujh Ko Baatein Kab Aati Hain ?
Main To Bus Khamosh Sa Shaâyar
Ulfat Chahat Ke Rango Se
Dil Ki Khali Tasveero Me
Koi Mohabbat Likh Deta Hoon …
Aur Kabhi Deewar Se Lagkar
Koi Mohabbat Ro Deta Hoon …
Aur Kabhi Aankho Aankho Mein
Saari Baatein Keh Jata Hoon ….
Main To Ek Khamosh Sa Shaâyar
Mujhko Baatein Kab Aati Hain ???
Mujh Ko Baatein Gar Aati To
Tum Kiya Mujh Ko Chhor Kar Jaati ???
Mere Sapne Tod Kar Jaati ???
Kiya Meri Aankho Mein Dukh Ke
Itne Aansoo Dekh Sakti Thi ???
Mera Kul Sarmaya Tha Jo
Kiya Mujhse Woh Le Sakti Thi ???
Mujh Ko Baatein Gar Aati To
Main Bhi Tumse Woh Sab Kehta
Jo Tum Sunne Ki Khwahish Mein
Saare Raaste Bhool Aayi Ho
Saare Rishte Bhool Aayi Ho
Main Thera Khamosh Sa Shaâyar
Mujh Ko Baatein Gar Aati To
Tum Bhi Mere Khwab Sajaati
Yoon Na Tanha Chhor Kar Jaati
Kaash ! Mujhe Bhi Baatein Aati

i open my eyes...fallen...i try to recover...in vain...my eyes shutting again...sleeping,dreaming...losing...
this is what pisses me off...Defeat pisses me off....

i find myself to be an ugly duckling in the field of beautiful swans...
i try to recover....reconsider..in vain
i fall all over again...
this is what pisses me off..Defeat pisses me off...

i find myself among cool people....with zero accomplishments under their belt....they try to be cool...it pisses me off...Defeat pisses me off

Hating everyone around me...I want to fight..break everybody's face....kick them where it hurts the most....but find myself lying in the pool of my own blood....
this is what pisses me off...Defeat pisses me off...

I want to rise..I want to fly...I want to be famous...try to be cool...i dream but never work hard for them..yes, this is what pisses me off...Defeat pisses me off...

i think i am a psychopath....i think i am losing the opportunities at hand...i think i am wasting my time on the internet....i think i am pretty pissed off...you know..

I want to run...I want to scream at the top of my voice...i want to sin...i want to kill....i want to fight....yeah, i want to fight for my dreams....i want to win...
i try to recover..reconsider...in vain....i fall all over again...
this is what pisses me off...Defeat pisses me off...
YOU piss me off...

An incredibly expensive sulk.

Every sixty seconds of frowning means a minute of happiness wasted.
This saying cannot be more true then when used to describe the two strikers Chelsea want to sign in January. One of the two moodiest and sometimes morbid players known to the footballing world will arrive at Stamford Bridge albeit with a hefty price tag.
The two players I’m referring to? Bolton Wanderer’s Nicolas ‘Incredible Sulk’ Anelka and Tottenham Hotspur’s brooding Bulgarian Dimitar Berbatov.
Both players are supremely talented but both are incredibly moody too. Here’s what Berbatov’s former coach at Bayer Leverkusen Klaus Toppmoller once said about the Bulgarian captain, ‘He is one of the most skillful players I have ever seen but his play depends a lot on his mood. It is always a question of which Berba shows up on matchday. Will it be the moody unhappy soul who refuses to run or will the talented, hardworking and sometimes unplayable Berba report for work?’
This can also apply to Anelka who has had a reputation for wanting out when things don’t go his way – take a look at his spells with Arsenal, Real Madrid and PSG. Which do I prefer of the two? Well, it’s the ‘Incredible Sulk’ – and here’s why.
Attitude and Temperament
Anelka is 28-years-old this year and already has a long list of clubs on his CV. His tantrums at Arsenal and Real Madrid were well documented and this led to most clubs not wanting to take a chance with him, just in case he came in and disrupted the team dynamics with his bad temperament.
He has, to a degree, recognised the error of his ways nad has shut his mouth in recent years, finally understanding the fact that his bad reputation has cost him a place in more illustrious clubs with only Manchester City, Fenerbahce and Bolton taking him in.
He knows very well that this protracted move to Chelsea is his last chance, in his prime, to play for a title challenging side and if you have been following the last few days of transfer rumours, you will realise that amidst all the gossips and talks, Anelka himself has not come out to demand a move or say anything for that matter. The move clearly means a lot to him, a last chance saloon in many ways.
Playing Style
Anelka’s playing style means he can be deployed as a lone striker in the Christmas tree formation which Avram Grant favours. With such a one dimensional formation, you need a chief striker who has the strength to hold the ball up, the skill to breakthrough two central defenders and finally the pace to get past an offside trap which most teams deploy against us.
The Frenchman is one of the best in the business when it comes to leading the line on his own. Yes, he lacks defensive awareness and you won’t see him dropping deep to help out, but he will hover just in front of the defenders and wait for the through ball behind them.
His favourite move is to turn the defence while facing the ball and getting past them with his great burst of acceleration. Looking at how big his frame is, you wouldn’t think he had that in his locker.
Future
Why sign Anelka when Chelsea have one of the world’s best striker in Didier Drogba? Well, this dates back to Jose Mourinho. The Portugese has yet to take up another managerial job and has been rumoured to favour AC Milan and Barcelona. Drogba is just waiting and holding out till Mourinho decides his next club and you can be sure he will come raiding Stamford Bridge to take some of his trusted allies to whichever club he is at. Drogba will be at the top of his list and the Ivory Coast captain has publicly stated how much he misses Mourinho and that his loyalty lies with the Portugese loudmouth.
So with our chief striker threatening to leave every other week, Anelka’s signing this month would allow him to be eased into the team and come the end of the season, if Drogba does leave, the Frenchman will give us a ready made replacement in the same mould.
What I like about Anelka, if he does come, is his price tag. 16 million pounds for a player who is in his prime, and who has a proven track record at the highest level sounds like a good deal to me. After all, we spent 85 million pounds on Shevchenko so what is 16 million pounds when compared to that? A few drops of oil from Abramovich’s rigs I reckon.
So yes, I know we will have a moody striker at the Bridge in due time and, since, one of the two seems to be on their way, I say go for the cheaper alternative with a proven track record. Berbatov would be wonderful to have but considering the attitude he has displayed across town at Tottenham, what will happen when he arrives and sees a bigger ego (Drogba) starting ahead of him? More sulks and lip pouting. So if we are going to have to tolerate all that nonsense, why not go for the cheaper option?
My only advice for either player, no matter which one arrives, don’t waste a minute of happiness. Smile and enjoy your stay at the best club in London.

Federer en-route to a Calendar Year Golden Slam

It’s a brave enough prediction to say Roger Federer will clinch the Calendar Grand Slam in 2008. That’s when a player wins all 4 majors in one year. Only two men have achieved this: Don Budge (1938) and Rod Laver (1962, 1969). If anyone is going to add his name to this very exclusive list, it’s Roger Federer.

But a Calendar Year Golden Slam? Sounds pretty impressive, and that’s because IT IS! That phrase was coined in 1988 when Steffi Graf won all 4 Singles Grand Slam Tournaments and the singles gold medal in the summer Olympic Games. As you can imagine, there aren’t many opportunities to attempt a Golden Slam. But hey, what d’ya know! 2008 just happens to be an Olympic year, and Roger Federer just happens to be in the form of his life.

Federer is practically unbeatable, although he did show some signs of weakness in 2007, when he lost a few matches he really shouldn’t have. But let’s face it. Federer is still the best in the world and very few can claim to have slain the scalp of the 26-year-old Swiss maestro.

For the last two years, only Rafael Nadal has stood in the way of Roger joining Budge and Laver in the record books. Federer is not at his best on clay, but he’s pretty darn good, having reached the final at Roland Garros the last two years. Find a way to conquer the Nadal roadblock on dirt, and Federer would have found a way of conquering another stat in the history books.

While Nadal is still the undisputed number 1.5(I still favour Roger for no 1, but Nadal maybe said 1.5 on clay) on clay, the young Spaniard has been wriggled with injuries over the last few months. He reached the final of the just-concluded Chennai Open where he was able to take just one game off Mikhail Youzhny in a dramatic collapse. Nadal blamed his performance on fatigue and the fact that his Russian opponent had played splendidly. But this is an early indication that Rafa is not at his best – and that is exactly what he will need to be to retain his French Open crown, especially with Federer breathing heavily down his neck, with one eye on the Calendar Slam.

Correction. Make that the Calendar Golden Slam.

Which brings me to the Olympic Games, and the gold medal which the Swiss Master would love to add to his already glittering collection of trophies.

R-Fed has already expressed his desire to win Gold in Beijing this year. It is a big priority in his list for 2008, as is winning the 4 Grand Slam titles this year. As is breaking Pete Sampras’ record of 14 majors.

It’s a long and steep road till the US Open in September. But you can be sure that Federer has spent a great amount of time in the off-season planning how best to fulfill his lofty ambition of becoming the first man ever to clinch a Calendar Year Golden Slam.

Sexy, Crazy, Naughty Chelsea!

Finally! We are playing like the crazy gang from Wimbledon with studs flying in left right center. Finally! The sexy football is coming to Stamford Bridge. Finally! We are playing Real Madrid styled football where it doesn’t matter how many goals you let in, you just make sure you score one more than the opponents. Finally! Chelsea are back to what we once were.

How fun it must have been for each and every Chelsea fan to watch the 4-4 draw at home to Aston Villa. Our Russian kingpin has now got what he wished for last Christmas - attacking football with no defending in sight! Is this what we really need at Chelsea or will this signal the start of many heart attacks and strokes to come for the Stamford Bridge faithful.

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CRAZY

Earlier in the season, Mourinho’s supposed defensive tactics, which brought 1-0 wins on a consistent basis, were deemed not good enough for a club of our stature. We needed, it appeared, a coach who plays an attacking brand of football. Off went Mourinho. In came the gremlin lookalike Israeli, Avram Grant.

Abramovich felt that Grant would give him the attacking style he so craved for but what the new man has really done is simply put out the same team under Mourinho and with some luck, the side has churned out more goals in every match but also with a new found uncertainty in defence.

Grant has done nothing so far to show that he is indeed the man for the hot seat. The good thing for him is that results have been going his way so far. Once he gets into a run of bad results, the kingpin will start looking somewhere else for his new toy boy.

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NAUGHTY

Also, what is with Ashley Cole’s crazy behaviour in recent games? I mean, when he returned to the Emirates to take on the club he abandoned for us, he went into every tackle against Arsenal looking like he had only one thing in mind. Rough house tactics. He wanted to show the Gunners fans that the constant taunts and jeers did not affect him but he knows how badly he is hurting. And then, against Villa at home, he kept his wild streak going and went in for two-footed lunges and was constantly lavishing his expensive saliva on the referee’s face. He finally got his just desert when he was red-carded for handling the ball on the line.

Personally, I would put Wayne Bridge in the left-back position instead of him. Bridge might not be as good going forward but he provides us with a more solid defensive option.

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SEXY

One good thing that has come out of this messy attacking affair is the resurgence of a German maestro. The man who was named in Pele’s 125 greatest living footballers list and the same player who single-handedly guided Bayer Leverkusen to the 2002 Champions League finals. The forgotten man at Chelsea who many fans nicknamed Bullocks.

The moment Frank Lampard got injured against Villa, Michael Ballack threw off his tracksuit and stood by the sidelines with his chest puffed up ready to plunge himself back into top flight action. From his first tackle on Gareth Barry, you could see that the man was back with a vengeance. He knew that a clean slate has been presented to him with his nemesis Mourinho gone, and it was like presenting a kid with a new toy. He wanted to play!

And while Mourinho tried to play him alongside Lamps in similar fashion to the England setup where Gerrard and Lamps have struggled in the middle (struggled is an understatement to begin with.), Ballack couldn’t cope with having another midfield general beside him.

The German captain is the kind of midfielder who likes to dominate play. He has to be the heartbeat of the team. No sharing of responsibilities. A one man show might sound a tad selfish, but looking back at what he did at Leverkusen, it would serve us well to give him the chance to be just that.

Let him have a run of games without Lamps and see if he can have the same influence on our wonderful attacking game like he did with Leverkusen and still does with the German national team. Chelsea is a selfish place to be anyway. Our money-throwing oil mongul just wants to buy his favourite players and play fantasy football while our club captain wants to be the highest paid footballer in the world and make merry.

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So we at Chelsea get another stab at making it all the way in the Champions League (with our attractive attacking football) and, if I dare say so, challenge the impressive United outfit that is beginning to look close to the class of 99’. Forget about Arsenal. There is only one club in London. And BLUE is the colour.

Great Expectations.

Some quotes from the movie based on the novel Great Expectations by Sir Charles Dickens. Some(Most) of them are original(from the novel) but some aren't(all are good though).

Joe: Nothing harder than being given your chance. At least, that's what I hear.

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Pip: I'm not going to tell the story the way it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.

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Ms. Havisham: She'll only break your heart, it's a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly, you'll still pursue her. Ain't love grand?

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Estella: We are who we are, people don't change.

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Pip: What's it like not to feel anything?
Estella: Let's say there was a little girl, and from the time she could understand, she was taught to fear... let's say she was taught to fear daylight. She was taught that it was her enemy, that it would hurt her. And then one sunny day, you ask her to go outside and play and she won't. You can't be angry at her can you?
Pip: I knew that little girl and I saw the light in her eyes, and no matter what you say or do, that's still what I see.
Estella: We are who we are. People don't change.

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Pip: Seven Years passed, I stopped going to Paradiso Perduto, I stopped painting. I put aside the fantasy and the wealthy, and the heavenly girl who did not want me. None of it would happen to me again. I'd seen through it. I elected to grow up.

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Pip: The night all of my dreams came true, and like all happy endings,It was a tragedy, Of my device, for I succeeded. I had cut myself loose from Joe, from the past, from the gulf, from poverty I had invented myself. I'd done it cruelly, but I had done it. I was free!

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Pip: if this isn't love, I don't think I can handle the real thing

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Pip: It's my heart, and its broken.

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Pip: Everything I have ever done, I've done for you.

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Pip: I did it! I did it! I am a wild success! I sold 'em all, all my paintings. You don't have to be embarrassed by me anymore, I'm rich! Isn't that what you wanted, aren't we happy now. Don't you understand, that everything I do, I do it for you. Anything, that might be special in me, is you.

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Estella: I do love the way you dance.
[after sleeping with Finn]

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Ms. Havisham: [Watches young Finn and young Estella dance] Smile, Smile, Smile, Smile...
[to Finn]
Ms. Havisham: Okay, don't smile.

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Pip: Estella?
Estella: Finn? Is that you?
Pip: Is that your little girl?
Estella: Yes. I had to bring her. I wanted to show her this place.
Pip: Have you been back often?
Estella: No.
Pip: Me either.
Estella: So... I hear all about you. You're doing great.
Pip: I'm doing okay.
Estella: Things have been... different for me. For a long time, I kept...
Pip: What?
Estella: I think about you. A lot lately.
Pip: I'm glad.
Estella: Can you ever forgive me?
Pip: Don't you know me at all?

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Pip: That's a big cat! That's the biggest cat I've ever seen! What do you feed it?
Ms. Havisham: Other cats.

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Prisoner: You bite your nails? Its a bad habit. People always tell you that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Bullshit its your hands, thats the sign of a gentleman.


p.s. the names of character are as that in the novel not as that in the movie.

These quotes are from the movie that was made in 1946(this one is better) and won two Oscar Awards also.

[welcoming Pip to her decaying mansion]
Miss Havisham: Come nearer. Let me look at you. Come close. Look at me. You aren't afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since before you were born?

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Pip: [narrating] I realized that in becoming a gentleman, I had only succeeded in becoming a snob.

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Magwitch: Keep still, you young devil, or I'll slit your throat!

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Joe Gargery: Pip! A young man of great expectations.

Re-United We Stand.

It feels good, great, fantastic, ........ or something more than that to be reunited. But I must comment here that its only for the first meeting, you can clearly sense that something is missing even in the second one.

What's that????

I Don't Know!

2008! :)

2008 = 2+0+0+8 = 10 = 1+0 = 1.
Is that my lucky no??
I Hope so. :)