All humans are same in their uniqueness. We all still try to find amongst the group, people whom we can identify with. Taking unknowingly the 1st little steps in forming boundaries, stonewalling a few people out while trying to stick with only a few. This is truly a basic human instinct and I guess we really have no way of working around this.
Now, while growing up, mom use to tell me don’t give someone the chance to bring out the thief in themselves; as I grew older I kind of realized this basically meant everyone has inside them the “Jekyll and Hyde”. Why make the potion in the 1st place then is one question I want to ask everyone? Coming up with the potion, the reaction of which one cannot control, does it mean we all intrinsically want to bring out the Hyde in us?
If in case you are totally lost in what I am trying o explain here, I am referring to some of the revered institutions we as humans have developed over generations; institutions like Religion in the form of faith, division based on Nationality. Why do we continue to stick to these potions when we cannot control what follows? These divide breeds nothing except hatred.
Shouldn’t we be just making things easier for ourselves by just differentiating good and evil? Why should we give our future generation these bad potions?
quick, say something!!!
Every once in a while my girlfriend would ask me to say something nice; this would generally elicit a blank response from me.
I would always end up thinking, were we not talking something nice just now? What exactly would qualify as ‘nice’? What if I say something stupid and she gets mad?
Basically it would make my mind go blank?
These few experiences let me to wonder if its same for all the male species of the world or was it just me.
Then I thought of consulting the almighty, know-it-all master GOOGLE; and google confirmed I wasn’t the only one of my species. This was a rather common and widespread phenomenon.
Also somebody had already grabbed hold of the idea(albeit clumsily) and tried to turn it into a business venture.
Try quick in case you want to see for yourself.
I would always end up thinking, were we not talking something nice just now? What exactly would qualify as ‘nice’? What if I say something stupid and she gets mad?
Basically it would make my mind go blank?
These few experiences let me to wonder if its same for all the male species of the world or was it just me.
Then I thought of consulting the almighty, know-it-all master GOOGLE; and google confirmed I wasn’t the only one of my species. This was a rather common and widespread phenomenon.
Also somebody had already grabbed hold of the idea(albeit clumsily) and tried to turn it into a business venture.
Try quick in case you want to see for yourself.
The White "Late" Tiger
If you want to make me smile, you just have to mention The White Tiger.
Not that I am crazily in love with the book; but it probably is the only book which I’ve completed in one sitting (I guess we can ignore those Engineering textbooks which I crammed through couple of hours before semester exams). Of course there were those two Samosas, and two cups of latte’ from coffee day in between. But more or less it was a single sitting.
The day had started off brightly, with me waking up a little earlier than usual. I psyched myself up for the long “two” hours bus ride to the airport. Really don’t know why I decided to take the bus though. I generally wouldn’t have done it. I probably wanted to act “Cool”, as in “Nonchalant cool”. I guess that was the only reason. Otherwise even today I just take a cab.
Five minutes wait in the bus stand and the bus came right on time(pretty impressive). Five minutes into the bus ride and I got the 1st call; darn why did the bus come on time. I still acted cool, told her I’d just wait in the airport as it’ll be just some half an hour delay. Put on the iPod and tried going to sleep. Sleep, as it happened, never happened.
My spirit was still high, well it still is(this one is for all you suckers).
Got down from bus, strolled down leisurely towards one of the many monitors. All flights from delhi were delayed, no specific ETA’s given, great I thought. Well at least it’ll give me time to cool down from the exertion from the travel, catch a little breadth; this was perfectly playing out to my idea of playing “Nonchalantly Cool”. “Two” mins wait and I didn’t know what to do. She had gotten into the flight, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too long. Now that I remember, I can really picture the old Guy upstairs rolling on the floor and laughing at me.
Half an hour went off with me having looked at every monitor in the place for at least a thousand and one times.
“Well lets go eat something” I told myself.
“Well we got stinking food, you sucker” all the stalls told me.
“Gift-shop” it said.
“Time-Pass” I read.
Inside is where I saw “Two” copies of “The White Tiger”. That tall mean looking guy had his eyes set on the book. I grabbed the other one before another mean looking guy came along.
Now 1st page till last, I wouldn’t tell you the story(C’mon I paid good money for the book, you suckers).
But in between all those pages, I had two samosas, two latte’s and a visit to the restroom.
I guess it must have been some 6 hours by then; still I was in high spirit.
7th hour went by with me searching around for another book. Couldn’t find anything interesting, so re-read couple of pages of the White Late Tiger, but the monitor gave me an ETA, I was in higher spirit. 8th hour it was, the plane landed. I was now in really really high spirit.
Few mins, probably those mins were the longest in the whole white tiger saga, later there she was, looking bright and cheerful, and really pretty if I may say.
The rest all story I’ll save up for a another day; probably when I don’t quite remember the details, giving myself plenty of room for improvisation.
Between all these I forgot, you guys, whoever’ve not read the white tiger, do read it.
It’s pretty nice.
Not that I am crazily in love with the book; but it probably is the only book which I’ve completed in one sitting (I guess we can ignore those Engineering textbooks which I crammed through couple of hours before semester exams). Of course there were those two Samosas, and two cups of latte’ from coffee day in between. But more or less it was a single sitting.
The day had started off brightly, with me waking up a little earlier than usual. I psyched myself up for the long “two” hours bus ride to the airport. Really don’t know why I decided to take the bus though. I generally wouldn’t have done it. I probably wanted to act “Cool”, as in “Nonchalant cool”. I guess that was the only reason. Otherwise even today I just take a cab.
Five minutes wait in the bus stand and the bus came right on time(pretty impressive). Five minutes into the bus ride and I got the 1st call; darn why did the bus come on time. I still acted cool, told her I’d just wait in the airport as it’ll be just some half an hour delay. Put on the iPod and tried going to sleep. Sleep, as it happened, never happened.
My spirit was still high, well it still is(this one is for all you suckers).
Got down from bus, strolled down leisurely towards one of the many monitors. All flights from delhi were delayed, no specific ETA’s given, great I thought. Well at least it’ll give me time to cool down from the exertion from the travel, catch a little breadth; this was perfectly playing out to my idea of playing “Nonchalantly Cool”. “Two” mins wait and I didn’t know what to do. She had gotten into the flight, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too long. Now that I remember, I can really picture the old Guy upstairs rolling on the floor and laughing at me.
Half an hour went off with me having looked at every monitor in the place for at least a thousand and one times.
“Well lets go eat something” I told myself.
“Well we got stinking food, you sucker” all the stalls told me.
“Gift-shop” it said.
“Time-Pass” I read.
Inside is where I saw “Two” copies of “The White Tiger”. That tall mean looking guy had his eyes set on the book. I grabbed the other one before another mean looking guy came along.
Now 1st page till last, I wouldn’t tell you the story(C’mon I paid good money for the book, you suckers).
But in between all those pages, I had two samosas, two latte’s and a visit to the restroom.
I guess it must have been some 6 hours by then; still I was in high spirit.
7th hour went by with me searching around for another book. Couldn’t find anything interesting, so re-read couple of pages of the White Late Tiger, but the monitor gave me an ETA, I was in higher spirit. 8th hour it was, the plane landed. I was now in really really high spirit.
Few mins, probably those mins were the longest in the whole white tiger saga, later there she was, looking bright and cheerful, and really pretty if I may say.
The rest all story I’ll save up for a another day; probably when I don’t quite remember the details, giving myself plenty of room for improvisation.
Between all these I forgot, you guys, whoever’ve not read the white tiger, do read it.
It’s pretty nice.
Sick and tired of these blah blah
"He's won at the red clay... he's the best!!!"
All those people forced to shut up for a while are back with a vengeance....
every one of them, Peter Bodo being the loudest are back to what they do best, call out their champ...
But who gives a rat's ass? Because I follow the guy who can make their King cry!!!
This is what greatness is!!!
And this...
All those people forced to shut up for a while are back with a vengeance....
every one of them, Peter Bodo being the loudest are back to what they do best, call out their champ...
But who gives a rat's ass? Because I follow the guy who can make their King cry!!!
This is what greatness is!!!
And this...
sadness...
I am generally not one to reminisce too much about my past, but today it started pouring down and I couldn't help but remember the days when as a kid I use to eat "kanghou-bora" along with "cha-nang" under the sound of rain pouring down on the tin roof, huddling around a "mei-phu" ...
Will I ever get to see those days again?
How unfortunate are we? How has the greed of few men deprived so many of such little pleasures in live?
I still hope to someday experience the serene calmness and peace of those days, but it's a hope that's fading away a lot faster then I like to admit.
Will I ever get to see those days again?
How unfortunate are we? How has the greed of few men deprived so many of such little pleasures in live?
I still hope to someday experience the serene calmness and peace of those days, but it's a hope that's fading away a lot faster then I like to admit.
so many stories!!!
Happened to watch "Defiance", the other day. While it definitely isn't anywhere near the best movies I've seen, it definitely is worth a watch just because of the poignant true story. Definitely didn't make me cry as Schindler's list, but nonetheless a story worth telling.
On sidenote, try and youtube the 1st goal from Torres in the Blackburn game; true genius.
On sidenote, try and youtube the 1st goal from Torres in the Blackburn game; true genius.
sprouting some gyans...
Frustration is nothing but the inability to fight through a problem…
I need to tell this to myself as many times as it takes for me to start truly accepting it.
Ego and pride should be clearly demarcated. Accepting a mistake, truthfully and graciously, (to oneself to begin with) is not a blemish to your pride, but only to your ego.
A practical solution and a right solution is generally never the same thing. I just wish one day we live in a world where the two are one and same.
We rarely and openly question our own faith. I truly belief we should be strong and healthy enough to question it every day we live.
The only religion we should inherit from our parents is the knowledge of right and wrong, remaining all should be left to choice.
Tolerance doesn’t mean accepting what is wrong, rather it means accepting the fact that your neighbor may do few things without the intention of annoying you, which may end up annoying you in some way.
I need to tell this to myself as many times as it takes for me to start truly accepting it.
Ego and pride should be clearly demarcated. Accepting a mistake, truthfully and graciously, (to oneself to begin with) is not a blemish to your pride, but only to your ego.
A practical solution and a right solution is generally never the same thing. I just wish one day we live in a world where the two are one and same.
We rarely and openly question our own faith. I truly belief we should be strong and healthy enough to question it every day we live.
The only religion we should inherit from our parents is the knowledge of right and wrong, remaining all should be left to choice.
Tolerance doesn’t mean accepting what is wrong, rather it means accepting the fact that your neighbor may do few things without the intention of annoying you, which may end up annoying you in some way.
Little frustration...
There is this hue and cry over special powers given to armed forces is certain specific regions of the country. While, looking myopically one may tend to agree to a certain extent to giving these powers, we shouldn’t overlook the fact that whenever there’s power involved there will be certain amount of misuse. What we need to consider while giving away these special powers is we need to have the correct intent in place to resolve the issue in hand; when we give these powers it shouldn’t be just to react, but it should be in place to act proactively as well. Like any other corporate environment our armed force as well needs to be made accountable for the powers given to them.
While one may tend to argue about the social landscape in regions like Kashmir, there is no excuse for the chaos that is the North Eastern states. The simple reason behind these issues can be identified in the utter lack of earnest political will from the so-called political leaderships and intent from armed forces and police in these regions. The rampant violence and deteriorating social life in these regions is more economics driven rather then being geo political.
Right now the political landscape in India is such that each of the state government is not accountable to the federal government. This system needs to change. It should be the duty of the federal government to ask where the money is going. Currently the so called state governments are running like loose canons shooting at will.
So long this lack of accountability continues, the people at the helm will continue to loot and suck from the little remaining spirit of the masses in these regions.
While one may tend to argue about the social landscape in regions like Kashmir, there is no excuse for the chaos that is the North Eastern states. The simple reason behind these issues can be identified in the utter lack of earnest political will from the so-called political leaderships and intent from armed forces and police in these regions. The rampant violence and deteriorating social life in these regions is more economics driven rather then being geo political.
Right now the political landscape in India is such that each of the state government is not accountable to the federal government. This system needs to change. It should be the duty of the federal government to ask where the money is going. Currently the so called state governments are running like loose canons shooting at will.
So long this lack of accountability continues, the people at the helm will continue to loot and suck from the little remaining spirit of the masses in these regions.
The Game!!!
Woke up around 6 am… “IBEMPISHAK” wasn’t well so I was little worried from previous night. Thought I’ll call her up; then realized the sun God himself isn’t up yet. So did the usual chores of cleaning my teeth and washing my face then the usual trip to holy land to pay my daily bill. All this while, this had been the only Saturday in a long long time where I couldn’t just wait for evening to come. I put on the idiot box and went straight to ESPN. They were showing some mind numbingly boring sport they call golf. Then star sports had some old re-run of some tennis match, ten sports was dishing out its usual routine of WWE-smackdown. Man I hate TV. BBC News was where I parked for next 10-20 mins. There was a cricket match scheduled between India and New Zealand, so I switched to set max. Two rather dumb looking guy were talking about Shewag and Dhoni, but all I heard was a lot of adjectives ranging from amazing, instinctive, great, cool headed, blah blah blah. So I switched over to animex. At least one decent channel left which had no pretensions of what it was. Watched an episode of God Save the King. Man, these Japanese are so creative. No wonder they are ages ahead of us in everything.
My brain was going slightly blank around this time. Obviously, I needed my morning cuppa. Made the most awesome cup of tea with ginger and bay-leaf (this thing makes tea heavenly… try it). It was time for times of India. Man if not only for the daily pictures of Priyanka Chopra, Katrina Kaifs and gang, I would have given up on this paper long time back.
Paper done, roomie got up and made me some buttered toast. Tummy also happy now. Called up ibempishak, she wasn’t feeling any better L. Told her to take rest and prayed little she gets better. Soon enough it was it was noon. Roomies GF got us food and made us chilly chicken and some mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes was tasty but man was it spicy or what. Hogged liked a pig. By this time India had lost to new Zealand and I was back to animex. All this while 5 pm was approaching rather slowly.
A cup of tea here, another there. One episode of Darker then black, in between some dancing routines from Katrina Kaif latter, John Dykes was on set along with usual suspects PJ and Mashfields. The next one hour went along on same line as the couple of mins I had spent in the early morn listening Charu Sharma and Sanjay Manjrekar about Indian team. But this time PJ and team were singing praises for Sir Alex and his bunch and how impregnable Old Trafford was how Ferdinand and Vidic were the most solid and strong defense in world football right now. Torres and Gerrard were pushed to footnote. The red’s trashing of Real Madrid was totally overlooked. Real is a trash team. That seemed the consensus. Rooney and Tavez would run down Caraaghar and Skrtl, and so it seemed. The guys didn’t have many kind words to say for Rafa Benitez either. 2-1 or 2-0 prediction in favor of Alex seemed the consensus.
All this while I was just praying Torres and Gerrard can produce some of the magic which only Torres and Gerrard can produce.
The 1st 20 mins went along the lines of the pundits. Ronaldo netting one from the spot. But for it’s spell of possession United hardly looked monstrous. Torres was not looking too comfortable… not good signs I thought; but next few mins he reminded me why he’s been my favorite center-forward for sometime. Strong, fast and confident inside the D; add to it ice-cool finish. That is what Torres is all about. Van-der-Saar was beaten; Vidic left scratching his head. It was level at old Trafford. The commentators were talking about how Sir Alex will come back storming and United will slam it shut soon enough. Gerrard had other ideas. A confident and in-form Gerrard is without doubt world class. But when you add Torres in to the mix, the combo always does weave some magic out of thin air. Torres gave an instinctive thorugh ball which Gerrard guessed right and he gained 3-4 yards over Evra. This season, it’s kind of hard to re-collect when Evra’s been outpaced in any game. Gerrard just out-thought him. It was the correct call from the ref. Football folklore says if you are fouled, don’t take the spot kick yourself. Gerrard did the opposite. Captain inspirational netted it to make it 2-1 for the reds. Van-der-Saar scare tactic hardly bothering him while costing the giant Dutchman a booking.
Reds don’t loose when Gerrard-Torres combo is on song; doesn’t matter who the opponent is. To add insult to injury, Vidic got booked for pulling down a rampant Gerrard, Aurelia netting superbly from 5 yards outside the D. Towards the end when it was hard to see many fans left at old Trafford, Dossena added more insult by lobbing one over Van-der sar. So 4-1 it was and Man-United got a royal trashing.
In the end it was one of the best game for all red’s fan in a long long time. And what a week it’s been. They defeated the 2 biggest and richest clubs in the world by margins of 4-0 and 4-1 in space of 3 days. Man this has been the week. Maybe this will not give them the league this year; but having done the double on both Chelsea and Man-United they have earned all the bragging rights for being the club of the year.
My brain was going slightly blank around this time. Obviously, I needed my morning cuppa. Made the most awesome cup of tea with ginger and bay-leaf (this thing makes tea heavenly… try it). It was time for times of India. Man if not only for the daily pictures of Priyanka Chopra, Katrina Kaifs and gang, I would have given up on this paper long time back.
Paper done, roomie got up and made me some buttered toast. Tummy also happy now. Called up ibempishak, she wasn’t feeling any better L. Told her to take rest and prayed little she gets better. Soon enough it was it was noon. Roomies GF got us food and made us chilly chicken and some mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes was tasty but man was it spicy or what. Hogged liked a pig. By this time India had lost to new Zealand and I was back to animex. All this while 5 pm was approaching rather slowly.
A cup of tea here, another there. One episode of Darker then black, in between some dancing routines from Katrina Kaif latter, John Dykes was on set along with usual suspects PJ and Mashfields. The next one hour went along on same line as the couple of mins I had spent in the early morn listening Charu Sharma and Sanjay Manjrekar about Indian team. But this time PJ and team were singing praises for Sir Alex and his bunch and how impregnable Old Trafford was how Ferdinand and Vidic were the most solid and strong defense in world football right now. Torres and Gerrard were pushed to footnote. The red’s trashing of Real Madrid was totally overlooked. Real is a trash team. That seemed the consensus. Rooney and Tavez would run down Caraaghar and Skrtl, and so it seemed. The guys didn’t have many kind words to say for Rafa Benitez either. 2-1 or 2-0 prediction in favor of Alex seemed the consensus.
All this while I was just praying Torres and Gerrard can produce some of the magic which only Torres and Gerrard can produce.
The 1st 20 mins went along the lines of the pundits. Ronaldo netting one from the spot. But for it’s spell of possession United hardly looked monstrous. Torres was not looking too comfortable… not good signs I thought; but next few mins he reminded me why he’s been my favorite center-forward for sometime. Strong, fast and confident inside the D; add to it ice-cool finish. That is what Torres is all about. Van-der-Saar was beaten; Vidic left scratching his head. It was level at old Trafford. The commentators were talking about how Sir Alex will come back storming and United will slam it shut soon enough. Gerrard had other ideas. A confident and in-form Gerrard is without doubt world class. But when you add Torres in to the mix, the combo always does weave some magic out of thin air. Torres gave an instinctive thorugh ball which Gerrard guessed right and he gained 3-4 yards over Evra. This season, it’s kind of hard to re-collect when Evra’s been outpaced in any game. Gerrard just out-thought him. It was the correct call from the ref. Football folklore says if you are fouled, don’t take the spot kick yourself. Gerrard did the opposite. Captain inspirational netted it to make it 2-1 for the reds. Van-der-Saar scare tactic hardly bothering him while costing the giant Dutchman a booking.
Reds don’t loose when Gerrard-Torres combo is on song; doesn’t matter who the opponent is. To add insult to injury, Vidic got booked for pulling down a rampant Gerrard, Aurelia netting superbly from 5 yards outside the D. Towards the end when it was hard to see many fans left at old Trafford, Dossena added more insult by lobbing one over Van-der sar. So 4-1 it was and Man-United got a royal trashing.
In the end it was one of the best game for all red’s fan in a long long time. And what a week it’s been. They defeated the 2 biggest and richest clubs in the world by margins of 4-0 and 4-1 in space of 3 days. Man this has been the week. Maybe this will not give them the league this year; but having done the double on both Chelsea and Man-United they have earned all the bragging rights for being the club of the year.
loves mystery unlocked!!!
Group of us old frens were chattin around when our beloved guru stamped his guruism on us... This time the topic was love, rather how to read a gal's reaction!!!
Please refer below text... Quite enlightening.
1] A woman will give enough hints to you if she likes you, but when you talk to her, she’ll speak as if she’s just barely knows you.
MORAL: She’s waiting for you to propose and woo her, cause she’s ‘expecting’ (and maybe also silently praying in some cases) that the guy propose her [This is true in up to 90% of cases. Obviously, the figures can’t be statistically verified J].
2] When a woman (who knows that you like her) tells you ‘ lets try to get together’ and gives you her cell number, her ‘YES/NO’ answers stop to have any conclusive meaning.
MORAL: Given enough time and patience, all NOs eventually get converted to YESes. So just go ahead and propose her when you feel the time is right (most important: don’t believe her NO is a NO. It’s “I’m trying to buy a little more time here cause I’m scared to say YES”.
[This part may be a bit ironical where she wants you to propose her but still ends up saying NO. In such a case, believe me, even she doesn’t know the reason why she’s behaving like that herself. This solution is perseverance to finally get her to say YES].
3] LOVE at first sight is the most beautiful thing in this world. It has the highest possibility of a successful relationship.
MORAL: Sometimes its better to blindly follow the logic of your heart than the logic of your mind.
4] This is the most important one: “ A SMS is costlier than a call. An email is costlier than a SMS. A post letter is costlier than an email. “
MORAL: When you’re trying to have a long distance relationship with a woman, you know what is the best form of communication – one that takes the highest amount of time investment from your side [it also has the side benefit of giving you the highest amount of time to think what you want to write].
Though the above rule may seem quaint and old-fashioned, believe me, its still worth its weight in gold.
Eg. Send your girl friend an SMS, an email and a post letter with similar love contents. See which one she retains for the longest period of time.
Conclusion: You may convince a girl to accept you love by your 5th letter, that might take 10000 SMSes to achieve.
5] FATE has a bigger role to play in your love life than you’d care to acknowledge.
MORAL: If you meet a woman (who’s also beautiful) you loved at first sight after a period of 3 years and BOTH of you are still single, its more than one heck of a coincidence that I’d care to believe.
Conclusion: You’re already late by 3 years. Still want to waste more time??????
6] Last and the best rule: When a woman says NO to you first, but eventually ends up saying YES, believe me, she really means it.
MORAL: You’ve found yourself a woman who’ll readily follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond, as long as you have a little love potion (read sweet gestures, words, actions) always at your disposal.
Conclusion: A woman craves for Love more than/Double Chocolate Fudge topped with Chocolate melt Ice Cream. ‘Nuff said.
--- courtesy Debangshu Gupta aka Guru.Let me know if you want more of guruism, I'll try and convince him with a few psp UMD's :)
Please refer below text... Quite enlightening.
1] A woman will give enough hints to you if she likes you, but when you talk to her, she’ll speak as if she’s just barely knows you.
MORAL: She’s waiting for you to propose and woo her, cause she’s ‘expecting’ (and maybe also silently praying in some cases) that the guy propose her [This is true in up to 90% of cases. Obviously, the figures can’t be statistically verified J].
2] When a woman (who knows that you like her) tells you ‘ lets try to get together’ and gives you her cell number, her ‘YES/NO’ answers stop to have any conclusive meaning.
MORAL: Given enough time and patience, all NOs eventually get converted to YESes. So just go ahead and propose her when you feel the time is right (most important: don’t believe her NO is a NO. It’s “I’m trying to buy a little more time here cause I’m scared to say YES”.
[This part may be a bit ironical where she wants you to propose her but still ends up saying NO. In such a case, believe me, even she doesn’t know the reason why she’s behaving like that herself. This solution is perseverance to finally get her to say YES].
3] LOVE at first sight is the most beautiful thing in this world. It has the highest possibility of a successful relationship.
MORAL: Sometimes its better to blindly follow the logic of your heart than the logic of your mind.
4] This is the most important one: “ A SMS is costlier than a call. An email is costlier than a SMS. A post letter is costlier than an email. “
MORAL: When you’re trying to have a long distance relationship with a woman, you know what is the best form of communication – one that takes the highest amount of time investment from your side [it also has the side benefit of giving you the highest amount of time to think what you want to write].
Though the above rule may seem quaint and old-fashioned, believe me, its still worth its weight in gold.
Eg. Send your girl friend an SMS, an email and a post letter with similar love contents. See which one she retains for the longest period of time.
Conclusion: You may convince a girl to accept you love by your 5th letter, that might take 10000 SMSes to achieve.
5] FATE has a bigger role to play in your love life than you’d care to acknowledge.
MORAL: If you meet a woman (who’s also beautiful) you loved at first sight after a period of 3 years and BOTH of you are still single, its more than one heck of a coincidence that I’d care to believe.
Conclusion: You’re already late by 3 years. Still want to waste more time??????
6] Last and the best rule: When a woman says NO to you first, but eventually ends up saying YES, believe me, she really means it.
MORAL: You’ve found yourself a woman who’ll readily follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond, as long as you have a little love potion (read sweet gestures, words, actions) always at your disposal.
Conclusion: A woman craves for Love more than
--- courtesy Debangshu Gupta aka Guru.Let me know if you want more of guruism, I'll try and convince him with a few psp UMD's :)
Hail the emperor!!! hail Rafa!!!
The sight of Roger totally breaking down in front of all fans was a little hard to take. I really don’t know nor can I gauge the feelings he was going through at that moment. However once things cooled down I kind of felt bad for the guy whose moment it actually was. Rafa Nadal had just won his first hard court Grand Slam and he didn’t get the ovation he deserved.
But this is why I like the guy so much. He didn’t seem to care. He seemed genuinely sorry for what his opponent was going through that moment.
I’ve always liked the way Rafa approaches the game. I’ve seen him lose many a times; but the best part is I’ve seen him pick himself up, improve and come back a better player the next time.
He was always one of the best player on clay; but then he keeps improving himself and now few will argue that he is the best player ever on clay; proof that not only does defeat spurs him on, but he doesn’t rest on his laurels either.
For the last three years, the final of the two most prestigious grand slams; French and Wimbledon has been played out between Rafa and Roger. If you see the score line progression, you can kind of make few conclusions. Every year, Rafa is pulling away from Roger in French Open, while he is getting closer to Roger in Wimbledon.
Then 2008 happened. Still critics were adamant in not giving Rafa credit, “Roger is not at his best! He’s still suffering from illness”. That was the chant throughout 2008.
No body was shouting when Roger was winning all he played in. No one was questioning the quality of Roger’s competition. They just were pointing out Roger’s brilliance. So why this difference when it comes to Rafa? Why are people so reluctant in giving him credit? On the contrary I feel if Roger is truly that great, what Rafa has achieved makes it even more praiseworthy.
I really don’t know how much longer Rafa will continue in this steam. How much more of 2008’s he’ll have? I do know however that we’ll have the occasional loose canon’s like Tsonga and Gonzalez producing that little extra and beating Rafa; but I also know that Rafa will brush off the dirt and sort out a few things and come back a better player and annihilate the same players the next time they meet.
That’s why I love Rafa; that’s why he’s destined for glory.
Hail the emperor!!!Hail Rafa!!!
2009 may just turn out to be special. Calendar slam? Hell yeah!!!
But this is why I like the guy so much. He didn’t seem to care. He seemed genuinely sorry for what his opponent was going through that moment.
I’ve always liked the way Rafa approaches the game. I’ve seen him lose many a times; but the best part is I’ve seen him pick himself up, improve and come back a better player the next time.
He was always one of the best player on clay; but then he keeps improving himself and now few will argue that he is the best player ever on clay; proof that not only does defeat spurs him on, but he doesn’t rest on his laurels either.
For the last three years, the final of the two most prestigious grand slams; French and Wimbledon has been played out between Rafa and Roger. If you see the score line progression, you can kind of make few conclusions. Every year, Rafa is pulling away from Roger in French Open, while he is getting closer to Roger in Wimbledon.
Then 2008 happened. Still critics were adamant in not giving Rafa credit, “Roger is not at his best! He’s still suffering from illness”. That was the chant throughout 2008.
No body was shouting when Roger was winning all he played in. No one was questioning the quality of Roger’s competition. They just were pointing out Roger’s brilliance. So why this difference when it comes to Rafa? Why are people so reluctant in giving him credit? On the contrary I feel if Roger is truly that great, what Rafa has achieved makes it even more praiseworthy.
I really don’t know how much longer Rafa will continue in this steam. How much more of 2008’s he’ll have? I do know however that we’ll have the occasional loose canon’s like Tsonga and Gonzalez producing that little extra and beating Rafa; but I also know that Rafa will brush off the dirt and sort out a few things and come back a better player and annihilate the same players the next time they meet.
That’s why I love Rafa; that’s why he’s destined for glory.
Hail the emperor!!!Hail Rafa!!!
2009 may just turn out to be special. Calendar slam? Hell yeah!!!
Why a Gerrard is worth 20 Beckhams!!!
At the end, the much publicized effort from Manchester City’s Middle East billionaires to lure Kaka into moving from Milan has failed, luckily for all football fans around the globe. Kaka has in part shown great personal integrity and maybe career acumen in declining all the millions offered to him. This would have been close to footballing suicide for him. That’s why my respect for this player has grown ten-fold in the past one week. He plays the game the way it’s supposed to be. You play for your team and not for the money.
That’s why over time, people will remember, and even revere players like Steven Gerrard, Pablo Maldini long after they stop playing; for their respect, commitment to their team and fans. They truly are great sportsmen. That’s why a David Beckham will stay in our memory just long enough till the next show-piece comes along; whereas a Gerrard will linger much much longer.
That’s why over time, people will remember, and even revere players like Steven Gerrard, Pablo Maldini long after they stop playing; for their respect, commitment to their team and fans. They truly are great sportsmen. That’s why a David Beckham will stay in our memory just long enough till the next show-piece comes along; whereas a Gerrard will linger much much longer.
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