June 24, 2014

3rd June, 2014

"Thousands of ghosts in the daylight
One day we all disappear
We'll walk till we get to the harbor
They'll never know we were here..."

In the Wilderness 4th June, 2014

Under the lazy January Sun,
The grass lush with winter dew,
Invited the melancholy straight
Out of my being, as I lay savoring
The delicate deliquescence around,
The tickle of the blades of grass,
And the sight of you,
Radiant under the illumination,
Half-asleep, half-distraught
At the lingering menace of 
A relentless grasshopper,
Who seemed to appreciate 
The kiss of your hair on its feet,
As much as I loved its caress,
On my cheeks, and face.

The festivals of light, the nights 
Of endless applause, made known
By the indefatigable illumination,
Conjured by incessant fireworks,
Released from the ground, 
And terminating in crescendo,
Inches above our selves,
And us in flight, of the relief
After years of strife, of love,
Of hallucinations that come
To mark youth and its many
Blind faiths, With the mild
Pungency of burning gunpowder
Igniting dreams that were to
Later need suppression, cruel.
It is dark now, has been aching
Eternally, this loneliness.
As I have been looking for you,
In this endless hollowness.

In this world, turned dark now,
Baby, I look for you,
In the wilderness.


23rd June, 2014 

I shall have a personal bone to pick with anyone who denies that the Chilean team deserves to go far in this tournament. What beautiful (possession)-control. #NetherlandsVsChile.

In other news, Spain scores a 3-0 victory over Australia, with goals from Torres, and Juan Mata (along with one from Villa). Reminded me of the Mata-Torres camaraderie moments from their Chelsea days together. Only this time,both of them actually scored. #SpainVsAustralia #SelfDeprecatingHumor#ChelseaFC


22nd June, 2014

1. It is time for Boateng Vs. Boateng


2. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is MIROSLAV KLOSE.

Two minutes in, and a goal!


3. What a great game of football. For a terribly ghastly first half, the second half more than made up, and how. Ghana, the underdogs, proved to be quite a scare for Germany, and at a point looked all set to win the game, albeit with quite a bit of pushing and shoving, and foul play, which was somehow ignored by the referee, until the yellow card for Sulley Ali Muntari at the last minute. 

The apparent mistake on the German part was to bring Schweinsteiger and Klose on so late into the game, when it was too late for them to effectively deliver too well. Now, since they are both recovering from injuries, this strategy could work out well in the long run. Letting them rest in a non-crucial match such as this one could reap rich benefits from their presence in later, more crucial matches.

Anyway, that's that. Germany still leads the group.

#GermanyVsGhana #FIFAWC2014

21st June, 2014

1. Remember, Carlos Queiroz was the assistant manager of Manchester United, circa 2008, when they won 1-0 aggregate over Barcelona in the Champions League semifinals(and eventually went on to defeat Chelsea in the finals).

Are you still surprised that Iran(currently managed by the same Queiroz) has managed to keep Barcelona's poster-kid Messi-led Argentina goalless so far?

#IranVsArgentina #Goallesssofar #PossibleDraw

2. Very well played, Iran. But Argentina had the luck, as well as the Lion. Saved them from a very embarrassing draw.

The last minute wonder reminded me of the Germany-Italy semifinal in the 2006 World Cup where 2 goals were scored by Italy by Del Piero and Grosso - one after the other in the extra-time, pushing Germany out of the cup, and Italy into the finals.

This is the stuff World Cup Legends are made of.

#CarlosQueiroz #IranVsArgentina #Messicre #FIFAWC2014 #CUPdates

20th June, 2014

And Latin America keeps trumping Europe, over and over and then some more. #ItalyVsCostaRica #FIFAWC2014 #BryanRuiz #NowBeginningToWorry

19th- 20th June, 2014

And we witnessed Suarez flushing England down the sewer,

#CUPdates #FIFAWC2014 #SouthAmericanSupremacy#Theyalsolegalizedweed #WorldCupOfTheDarkHorses#AlmostNamesakeWIN #LettingHisClubNationDown

19th June, 2014

1.Go Chile.  #WorldCupOfTheUnderdogs #ChileVsSpain

2. The Andes rise much higher than the Pyrenees. If you know what I mean?

#WorldCupOfTheUnderdogs #ChileVsSpain #ChileanDefense#JohnnyHerrera

3.Not like I particularly enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds, and I hate being an asshole, but Spain, this was payback for 29th June 2008 and 7th July, 2010. HA HA.

a fan of the Germany National Football Team.

#SpainVsChile #WorldCupOfTheUnderdogs

  • 7. The fatal error on the Portuguese side was to have invested too much faith and hero-worshipping into their singular "Best Player of the Year". Let him take all the penalty kicks, keep him at the centre, basically, just be subservient to his glory. Look, how that turns out. Hah. Germany, what a classy win!

    Brilliant, brilliant day for the German nation. Schumacher first, and now this. Yay!

    #GermanyVsPortugal #FIFAWC2014 #4-0
    14th June, 2014

  • Personally, I was hoping for a six-goal-difference win for Netherlands. But, 5-1 was good enough. For now. #FIFAWC2014 #spainvsholland #RVP

Buiya Goes To XLRI 15th June, 2014

So, the elder sibling left for XLRI, Jamshedpur today. First time that all four of us in the family will be based out of different cities. Feels strange as I witness the long-lost childhood blurring into a tinier speck on the horizon.

23rd June, 2014

Haan, phir bhi baatein kabhi toh hoti hi thi,
Par baaton mein se jaan kahiin gumshuda thi.

Yaadein, toh aise yaad aate hain (28th May 2014)

किसी अंजान शहर की कोई गुमनाम गली के
बगल में ठहरा एक अंधेरे मकान में 
एक बूढ़े इंसान के मुर्झाते साये में
खेलते दो बच्चों के किल्काडियों को सुन
दादाजी के शॉल की खुशबू, या फिर
छज्जे पर नींबू-शरबत पीने के वह
सांझे का ढलता सूरज याद आता है, 
यादें तो ऐसे याद आते है… 

किसी नये दोस्त के आवाज़ के सिलवटों में
तीसरी क्लास का बेंच वाला साथी,
और restaurant में नज़दीक के टेबल पर बैठा 
अजनबी की आँखों में, ग्यारहवी का 
वह प्यार याद आता है, और रंगीन 
एक शाम की मदमस्त जवानी में 
एक birthday के शाम का शोरगुल, माँ की आवाज़,
और तालियाँ भी याद आते है… 

Hostel के सीढ़ियों से छत पे चढ़ते वक़्त,
एक पेड़ के झलक से, बचपन के आम का पेड़,
उसपे चढ़ना, और फिर गिरना याद आता है,
और नशे में डूबे वीरान रातों में,
पुराने गीतों के Youtube-y मुदाख़िलात से,
एक अर्से की भूली हुई, यादों के किसी गुमराह
कोने में बसी लोड़ियाँ याद आते है,
हाँ, यादें ऐसे ही याद आते है…    

Kisi anjaan sheher ki koi gumnaam gali ke
Bagal mein thehra ek andhere makaan mein
Ek boodhe insaan ke murjhaate saaye mein
Khelte do bachchon ke kilkaariyon ko sun,
Dadaji ke shawl ki khushboo, yaa toh phir,
Chhajje par nimboo sharbat peene ke woh
Saanjhe ka dhalta sooraj yaad aata hai..
Yaadein toh aise yaad aate hai.

Kisi naye dost ke awaaz ke silvaton mein
Teesri class ka bench waala saathi,
Aur restaurant ke nazdeek ke table par baitha
Ajnabee ke aankhon mein, gyarhvi ka
Woh pyaar yaad aata hai, Aur rangeen   
Kisi shaam ki madmast jawaani mein,
Ek birthday ke shaam ka shorgul, maa ki awaaz,
Aur taaliyan bhi yaad aate hai. 

Hostel ke seedhiyon se chhat pe chadhte waqt 
Ek pedh ke jhalak se, bachpan ke aam ka pedh,
Usspe chadhna, aur phir girna yaad aata hai,
Aur nashe mein doobe viraan raaton mein,
Puraane geeton ke Youtube-y mudakhilat se
Ek arsey ki bhooli huwi, yaadon ki kisi gumrah
Kone mein basi loriyan yaad aati hai.
Haan, yaadein aise hi yaad aate hai. 

C'est La Vie - 31st May 2014

How easy it is to dream, when one is young, isn't it? To conjure up colorful worlds of reckless abandon, while sitting in classrooms as the teacher drones on about some irrelevant Mathematical theorem? The possibilities seem endless, the best years are all up ahead. Everything seems believable; success actually seems achievable. Nobel Prizes to the Bookers, Oscars to the Grammys, everything, we're taught to believe, is as likely to become ours as the next person's. The best relationships as well as the severest heartbreaks are yet to come, the first bank accounts yet to be opened, the promise of the first kiss lingers on the horizon, or rather, on the opposite end of the classroom, where the attractive batchmate sits, looking equally lost. The driving licences, the college-years, the many parties, the voting rights - everything is impending.

And then suddenly, you're a grown up, and the best of all the years have passed you by ! Now, every dream has to be carefully weighed out with scales of realism. The economy is shrinking, the jobs are like bad jokes life played with you, and forget being a millionaire at twenty-five, you're hardly making enough to pay your rents. The clogged drainage in the bathroom doesn't get automatically cleaned out by the domestic help- you have to pick up the semi-eaten morsels out of the kitchen sink with your own hands. The parents are growing old, and now look at you with quiet eyes, that never for once reveal their desire to be taken care of, for fear of damaging your dreams, of impairing your wings. The stench of eternal mediocrity, that you could easily ignore before, now seems to be your constant, albeit unwanted, companion, someone you are now realizing you need to make peace with. The bills keep piling up, the finances need to be kept tab of. You drive, not out of adventure, but out of necessity, and your votes are capable of only bringing douchebags to power, for they seem to be the only options. The first relationship, and many more after that, whizzed past you before you even knew what was happening. The many wrong turns you took, the mean words you said, the many hearts you broke, and the many people who broke yours, linger on as haunting blemishes on the life you were dreaming to build solely out of coruscating successes, and universal acclaim and love.

~ C'est la vie ~