Ah!!bugger...

I'm going to let off some steam here, because hell, my blog, my wish! This Sunday saw the grand finale of the 2012/13 Barclays Premiere League Season. It's fair to say Manchester United laughed themselves over the line this time around. Well played, well deserved. The gaffer's on his way out, and I for one, am none too sad about it. Sir Alex Ferguson is surely one of the greatest managers of all time and I respect that, but I can't stand that arrogant, pompous old Scotsman and the fact that his leaving will cut the strength of this United squad to half is all the more reason that I am delighted that he's riding off into the sunset. Don't like the obvious lack of sympathy? Hey, my opinion. Write your own damn blog. Now coming to the team that really matters to me. The one about whom this post is written. Arsenal. Yes. Another season gone. Still empty handed. Arsenal's trophy drought is well documented and not a chance do rival supporters let go of ridi

"Are you sure? Are you feeling confident?" "Yes sir! I am positively petrified!" "Good! You're ready."

And we take this image away with us, as one of the greatest luminaries of the game hangs up his boots, to mark an end to a glittering career. David Beckham. The name defined an era in football. A name that found its way into every household, every street, on the backs of one out of every five jerseys, worn by enthusiastic kids playing on the streets. He was by no stretch of the imagination, one of the greatest players of the game. There are too many in the history of the sport who far outshine him in technique and ability. Players who have made a much stronger impression in shaping the history of the game. However, having said that, in footballs glorious history, it will be very hard to find a better ambassador of the sport. He brought into the game, the glitz, the glamour. He brought into the game, royalty and class. Millions tuned in just to watch him play. Whether it was those delightful set pieces, those inch perfect long balls, those, curling shots that defied the laws of ph

It is time that sets the benchmarks for good and bad. We can only be as good as time lets us be, and as bad as we can be within our allotted time. How fleeting are the sands of time, and blessed are those who can enjoy the satisfaction and joy of real goodness, or suffer the utter desolation and regret of sheer evil. For the rest of us, there are only shades of grey.

There is so much in this world that we take for granted. With every passing night, we take a new day for granted. A mother's love, we take for granted. A father's care, we take for granted. Happiness we see as our right. Success we hold as our destiny. A lover's affection, we demand, a friend's companionship we expect. A hand to wipe away the tears, a shoulder for every sorrow, we seek. A long life, and peace, we take as our own. Troubles, we discard as a burden for some other, the fruits of someone else's labour we crave as our goal. If tomorrow, God took away everything. Bared the world of all living beings. Place us all under a conditional existence. The condition being simple. To inhabit the world, one must hold the love and affection of another but every being can only choose one other whom they love most, and not more. Will we still exist in such a world? There is so much in this world that we take for granted.

I'm being unreasonably irritable for a couple of weeks now. Worse, I have developed this new habit of actually taking out my irritation and I genuinely apologize to all those of whom that are forced to suffer it. So, exam times once more. Same old, same old. Well, not quite. This time I actually, believe it or not, made a bit of an effort to put in some hours with the books. Maybe it was the guilt of having to pay a hefty fine over my attendance, maybe it was the need to live up to expectations(I overestimate, as usual), maybe it was the need to please, or maybe it was all of those or none of it. Bottom line, in this sweltering May heat, I've spent many a wakeful hour alternately poring over pages upon pages of incomprehensible rubbish, or sitting in the quiet of my little balcony as the dark night lifts to paint a picture of dawn. Now, it's been many a year since I last studied like this. Class ten, board exams, yes. After many a people telling me how my life will be r