So she came and So she went : My fist love

                             True Love happens once some say, and some say love is just a discovery and just like any discovery, Its is the product of great persistence. I do fall under the latter school of thought. Some are truly lucky to find themselves getting right on the very first time and some just need to keep trying so hard that they loose themselves from love just before they discover it. I do believe that the discovery of love itself is so great a feeling, especially since in this world when many do die before they get a chance to taste something so pure.

                             When for the very first time, I got the taste of love i was in 8th grade, Being born where I am and being raised how I have been, it was altogether a different world for me. Love may be a breather, but it did suck hell out me, On that day, when the dew drops had hardly settled, the sun so warm, sitting by the cold metal window of the dreary school bus, I saw her. She was exceptional, something so magnificent to my eyes that I have seen none so exquisite and splendid that time slowed around me. My eyes followed her as she entered the bus and disappeared in the crowd. I still remembered how her dark hair flew with wind and how lips curled as the cold wind teased her cheeks and turned them rosy.

              

                             Its just wonderful what love does to you, There certainly is something in it that transcends yourselves and radiates itself to whole world. It will manifest in ways that you may have never imagined yourself. Some write some sing and some paint, they discover themselves in areas that may have once seemed alien for them. That matter set aside, the next few days went by so slow are so fragile, tranquility all around. I almost discovered my love for nature with it, I ended up appreciating all those small things that once I never saw. I enjoyed the sun and the rain alike, everything was so beautiful. Love lets you see things differently.                                                                            

                             Every day I would rush to class sit in my desk and wait for her to walk in, Somehow my friends got the smell of it, but never knew the girl at least not until years later. I could hardly keep my eyes of her did everything possible to escape her gaze, and there i was fairly successful. You may ask why i was so scared in her catching me staring her. I too have no idea why it scared me so much, But of all the things that killed my sleep, this was the top scorer.

                             The end was not a very good one for this beautiful love story of mine, When after two years of desperately losing my mind on her I came up with courage to tell her my state of mind. She simply turned me down, That was so unbelievable when heard and that incident has for the very first time made me think of the words " being heartbroken ". The days that followed were very bad but some where down the lane i caught my reins and sat down to think. The process somehow enabled me to convince myself to let my wounds heal naturally.Those days i felt the prick like no other, What pains does a teen has to bear than that !, Those things that were taken so seriously feels so stupid now.

                             Thinking of those days i feel that the days in love and the days after the heart break both has taught me a lot, like any boy in the part of growing up , the ability to not to lose faith has served well. I will tell you why one should never lose faith, It is very possible that the heartbreak may be just the beginning of something wonderful and if it is so, how can you be sure of being damned even before giving life a chance to make up ? As wonderful as love is so is the small things that are taught by it.

                             

                             The sweet little girl i saw on that wet day is the image of my very first love, and as days and years have gone by, these memories has just got ever the more dearer. Later as I have gone on to find my real love over several years of break ups and patch ups I can only be thankful, for love and all the wonders it brought along. 

Back for Good...................

Its been a long time i have been intending to come back to blogging , and as always ' now ' seems to be a pretty good time for that to be done . For the last couple of days I was having the thought quite strong too ...

Now that i am back i indent to stay !

I  will write and i will publish . Hope you guys like it :)

The Dead Art Of Chivalry

Chivalry seems to have been long dead , may be thats why we get to envying as soon as we see someone chivalric, We neither believe in it nor we bother to be part of it , but still we feel a bit happy when we see , a blind man being helped across the street or when a child carries the language for an old lady , these scenes once so common had been washed away and now it has became so scarce that we can pretty much call ourselves lucky if we happened to accidently see an act to chivalry being performed .

So what happened to the " good old times " ,has it been reduced to just vestiges of our past , when men were brother and when one looked out for the other, family cook outs and even " get-togethers"  have became so scarce , that we no longer can expect the future to have even a meagre glimpse of these great acts of humility and care in them.

Have these thing finally had took their trip it the land of no return , thats hard to say so because we still do see all these , but we just dont  take the time to do it , after all we live in a generation that is too busy to eat but happily waits in a traffic jam !. its a pretty much simple thing , we have told ourselves that much to our like of these acts  , we have became more and more unable to do a bit of good , we weep over the dead but does nothing save his life when we could.

We expect someone to do these , we wish had someone helped the poor old man cross, but we care nothing to do it , we clap at a great act , but hardly appreciates the simplicity of these acts  and the some how degrades themselves so low that they had somehow convinced themselves they can never do those good things ,why? , " why " you ask , because there is too much evil in the world that we feel unable to do anything about  and we feel that we will be left alone , people prefer the mobs not the one on the dice. 

Alas its a pity ,that they dont realize we could do it too ,in our little but beautiful ways , if we dare dream of a better and brighter tomorrow , how come never chase it down. After all what one can do in his life is good to others ,

Let the world change , and let us change that we be ready for the new world when it comes.

Silence of the Vuvuzelas

Guess what's this world cup's trends , lets see the jabullanni , the Waka Waka and the vuvuzelas of course,Now thats something that need no explanations to the todays world , all who have watched the world cup have already started cursing the deafening trumpets. And commentators are so annoyed with those things that they compare it to a stampede of noisy elephants,"and "a giant hive full of very angry bees". They are fed up and Vuvuzelas still blow out their hearts in the stadiums ,Ban it they say and Ban us the vuvuzelas challenge.

these meter long trumpets are such a noisy things that one aloe can give you a head ache ,let alone the thousands that  literally blows themselves out in the Rainbow  nations tight stadiums.

these thing that originally made of tin were first used in mexico but gained popularity in the 90.s that too way down south in South Africa, some guy named Freddie Maake says he made it by attaching a pipe to a bicycle horn and blowing through it. now who cares who made these ear blowers as long as they make the watching a match a buzzy experience , South African football association has claims that these pipes gives the football match an authentic south African football experience and they have even made a presentation make it clear to the FIFA officials who threatened to ban them as they were feared to be used as a weapon by hooligans.

anyhow , the Vuvuzelas have survived and they have come to the FIFA World Cup 2010 and if you doubt it , go to South Africa and there you will have one that gives a mighty blow to start every match,A big one that too, 35 m in length,Vuvuzelas are to stay and ladies and gentleman , what the hell lets grab one and blow our hearts out and enjoy this south African fiesta a delight 

The Dancing of the Boots

How can i not write about football, when thats the hottest thing in the planet ? Its every where are every day of the wait is killing me , and now with hardly less than 24 hours to spare for the event i waited for the last 4 years ,every second is an year,its dragging and the pain is unbelievable. But i do know one thing, it will be worth the wait ,no matter what.

What has this world-cup done to the world , just what it has always done, unite it all in a Jaboolani ,From next day when the first whistle blows  the whole worlds eye are going to be fixed upon a single ball and at the legs of the magicians that are going to bring the heavens down upon the earth with every a flick. Invariably for the next thirty or so days the heart beats of the world is in the magic of the Jaboolani.

The very spirit of the games is the reason for the sport , great battles has been fought here before , new heros have risen , idols have fallen, as new claims for the crowns raise and as many a kings have fall, Remember,this is battlefield where the epic battle will take place, for the coronation of the worlds best. next stars will rise ,some will sadly fade away, And with the cry of the players nations will rise in joy and nations will turn to streams in upsets, they all have come here with a dream and that dream will ignite their spirit and that will propel them to the pinnacle of glory,this is the battle for the crown, to prove that they are the best . new and old rivalries will be reopened and new vengeance sought and new rivalries arise.

Not only is the matches a treat for the eye but so will be the spirits of the stands , the unmovable fans that root for their nation, singing and crying along their heroes , they are the success of any sports, they are united in sports and lead in sports , they cheer their nation in rain and sun , in night and day,be it Mexican waves or the shameless streakers , they are all in the name of the sport, they succumb to they spirit of the sport , their heart beats with the game and their eyes roll with the ball,they are the stands. they erupt in victory and they bursts in failure. 

As Messi , ronaldo and kaka and the so many out their write their names and their nations name into the history, it will be a treat to eye and much more for every fan of the sport. 

But the best of the thing is what it shall do to the rainbow nation, united they are in the umbrella of the football, as they pour into stadiums, they have no color , no religion and no boundaries, they become the sons and daughters of the mother and they will again be united and this event will take them to never ending days of peace and prosperity.

for now just enjoy the games and love they magic at the tip of the magicians boots.