FRANCE Vs ITALY

France Vs Italy....Ah what a dirty game of football it was. Yes! I'm calling it dirty! Have you people seen those real clumsy tackles by Gattuso on Zidane. Everytime they were poking their legs from behind on Zizou, when he was thru, faking 2 or 3 italian defenders. Right from the begining they were targeting zizou. I'm not saying that it's not fair to check a good player, but not by some clumsy tackles. I'm pretty sure that Materazzi Marco must have racial abused, Zidane. A French Algerian, Zidane is descended from the nomadic Kabyle tribe of north Africa and has fronted anti-racism campaigns in his native France. Zidane is not what we all have witnessed. In fact he's the most coolest player in football world and it needs something special to arouse Zidane.

I also used to play football, and it's really very annoying if everytime someone is giving some blow on your legs from behind, especailly when you have faked out that player. I've seen many people boiling on such occasions. Zizou was very tolerant through out the match, and what happened in that extra time was just an impulse or a burst. I think it must be in Italy's strategy to make such a calm player do something rough like that. If any other player in this world would have gone through such a foul play, he would have done something more brutal, what zizou have done, and much more before. Have you people seen Italy celebrating? They preferred to lift Gattuso on their shoulders rather than the goal scorer. Why? If that's the way to win a world cup, I'll say in next world cup you are going to see more of this Zizou act. I'm not saying that what Zidane did was the right thing to do. But people do these things without thinking. It's just an implse which tempts you to do such thing. I've also felt same things on a football field or a basketball court. I clearly understand, what Zizou was going through. He was targetted by Italians. Italians were playing with the motive that we'll play rough on Zidane unless the referee cautions us. I'm really disappointed with this type of negative football by Italy.

I've started reading a book, Momoirs of a giesha. It's so captivating and well written that I'm not feeling, like putting it down and doing something else so I won't be writing, unless I finish that book. It was really nice to see people reading my blog and commenting on it. Thank you all. I'll be back soon. ;)

Language

Few days before I was literaly, doing nothing productive with my time. Whenever I do that, I never feel good from inside. So I've decided to read something apart from my engineering books. First I took up with Midnight's Children. I found it's English a bit tough, and more so ever I was not able really enjoy that book(May be one day I'll). Then I took up, Adrian Mole: The wilderness years. It's really a nice book, enourmously funny and understandable for me. So i'm enjoying it.

One day I was reading that book, and started thinking about modes through which we communicate, a language( to speak and to write). It would be really nice to have a full command on atleast one language. You can describe anything the way you want to, in that language. These popular writers describe everything so beautifully, with every detail. Their description is so fine that it forms a picture in your mind, it's like watching a movie, or even better than that. After going through 237 pages of that book, I strongly feel that one should have a full command on atleast one language. From now on i've decided that I'll read as much as possible and try to learn English and then Hindi(along with my engineering). Right now I've to search for words to describe something, and then too I don't get a satisfactory words or sentences or paragraphs for the description of that perticular thing, whether it's a bat or a bird. It would be an intresting thing to play with a language.

Thinking!!

I was one day coming back from Noida, way back to my home. In the way i was supposed to change a bus. I was walking upto the bus stop, in the way i saw a lady begging. I used to ignore those beggers whom i suppose that they can earn their money but instead they are begging, but not this lady. She was not a pretty site to see, without one leg. Her clothes were really dirty and torn. She was constantly giving me vibes of her helplessness and pity. I kept on walking and at the same time staring at her. I was unable to move my eyes from her. I don't know what she was mumbling but surely she was asking for money. Some people ignored her like she's a piece of shit. But she did'nt mind that i guess from her geusture. I turned around and walked upto her. I saw her begging pot, there were hardly 10 to 20 bucks in her pot, all in 1 or 2. I looked up at her in her eyes, her eyes were telling me that this lady wants money more than anyone else on this planet.

I reached my pocket there were about 575 bucks but i took out a lame 20 bucks and I dropped that piece of money in her pot. I can't believe that she reached out to touch my feet for those 20 bucks. I felt so guilty. Folks! do we ever think spending 20 bucks!! and this ordinary 20 rupees bill meant so much to her. I was in tears. I fealt so miserable. There's so much poverty in our country, and people say that it's my money and i'll spent it the way i want. I also used to do the same with my pocket money, but now i feel so bad about it. I wish I could have not wasted those money in buying some fancy clothes just to impress some bimbo, Instead done somethig productive. Wasting money on clothes or on junk food is so fucking sad when you see people around you starving and moving in clothes torn from here and there, with an inch of dirt on them. How you people close your eyes when you move. You people will easily spend money in Barista or Mcdonalds but if a rickshaw waala will ask you 5 or 10 buck more than normal then you people will be ready to fight with him. I'll suggest you to go to Jama Masjid, I'm sure it'll be an eye opener for you people. I've seen a real india there. I had smelt stink in the shape of poverty. I just want you to think about the children on the street selling newspaper, before you burn your money in some lousy place. Wearing nice clohtes, eating in some hi-fi food chain never defines a person. I'm closing this blog here, but i'll write more.

P.S. :- This is for those who say that it's my money and i'll spend it the way i want. In a nutshell for metropolitan rats!!