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.