As I Take The Field........

Cracker of a game yesterday, Brazil vs Netherlands. The tension, when the dutch were a goal down, the excitement every time Kaka combined with Robinho and Fabiano, the love that flows straight from the heart every time Arjen Robben moved the ball from the right flank. This is 'The Beautiful Game.' My love for this game is inexplicable. When I was young, I wanted to be a footballer. I shared it with my chum buddy. He was really supportive. Idiots, we were at that stage of life. I had a solid plan. Study hard, get into Cambridge, take a loan from Allahabad Bank, start in a small club and move up to Liverpool. I remembered my dream and my grand plans for it just yesterday. Then again I fell in love with 'The Beautiful Game'. The child in me was back. It was screaming every time the dutch scored and it oohed every time they missed their target. After a long time, my mind and heart were one, and they were doing salsa together. In this one moment which has stretched till now, time stops, heart races and somewhere inside me a small guy says," Come On!!!!!"

Gearing Up......

Well....... I expected a welcome. But I guess I ain't gonna get it. As I sit in front of the pc, listening to alternate rock, my mind questions me. Well believe me this thing never stops. At times my thoughts are menacing, at times peaceful, at times completely out of place. But this is something I guess you live with. I mean how can you stop the subconscious from working. And before it drifts again,let me share the question I was asked. "What am I doing here?" Ah! generally I am out of answers, but today I have loads of them. The most appropriate one. I don't have anything else to do. Wow! this was both easy and satisfying. But here it goes again. "Why blogging dude?" This is a tricky one. But after a minutes thought on it, I guess the real reason is freedom. Here I ain't bound, by anything . Its just me and my inquisitive mind. Now this answer has both me and my mind smiling. And as the moment passes, my friend says "Dude what on earth are you gonna use to fill this page." Hm mm i guess my brain got the answer to this one as soon as i saw my computer screen. I filled a page, didn't I? So I guess even though I don't have a very clear picture now, I know I'll paint it on my way. That my friends gets my brain to relax. I guess it trusts me that I'll do fine in this pastime I found. And before I get up it has the final, the ultimate question. "Dude who was I talking to?" This is a tough one, very tough. But it tells me one thing. I still have a lot to figure out about myself. But I have to answer my brain. This was the heart writing