One down

Iron Man 3 wasn't as awesome as I'd hoped it'd be but it was a spectacle regardless. Robert Downey Jr. was his usual awesome self. Waiting for Bombay Talkies, the soundtrack was lovely.

Travelling on the Virar - Churchgate train is a right pain in the ass. Thankfully I'm head and shoulders above my average fellow commuter so I get to breathe easy and it doesn't take that much effort to push through. Liverpool beat Newcastle 6-0 so that felt good.

Let's travel down that chain of thought for a minute.

I have supported Liverpool since 2002 the year my fascination for football truly kicked in. We moved houses early because Ten Sports, with all its rights to the World Cup wasn't showing in Malad but it was in Santacruz. We plugged in our ancient Onida T.V and watched the games in our empty house. Oh man, Oliver Kahn. Instant German fan, they made it all the way to finals too, what a pick. Really liked how Michael Owen played too and the more I read the more I liked him. Found out he plays for Liverpool, decided to follow their games. A good couple of years of supporting them and I the experience of watching the 2005 Champions League final was truly something else altogether.

08-09, it was awesome to finish Christmas on top of the table. So many needlessly dropped points though. Anyway, anybody who knows me knows my love for Liverpool F.C. Someday I'll see them win the league.

My favourite international team apart from India, is Germany. Someday I'll see us qualify for the World Cup. My favourite Indian club is Mohun Bagan, though Bapi (Dad) is an East Bengal supporter. Oliver Kahn is basically the best player to grace the game in eyes. What a guy. Too bad I only got to follow him toward the fag end of his career.

Fun Fact, his last game for his club was against Mohun Bagan.

That's all I've got today.

Annoyed

Today while pulling into the building, some middle aged guy was abusive towards us because our driver had honked (to get the watchman's attention). It was unecessary, I was in fact, apologising to him when he cut me off. He scurried away as soon as I raised my voice in turn. My mother was in the car.

I like how I dealt with him, I was polite. But I secretly hope I run into him again. I acknowledge that, but I'd actually prefer not to. I don't want to be a person that gets romantic about confrontational situations. Taxi Driver comes to mind.

You talkin to me?

Idea

The point of this blog is that I've noticed that it's amazing to re-read the things I've written in the course of time. Now I find my posts from even last month to be strange to me. Maybe the instant my thoughts are written down in text, I look at them differently. Like they're not what's in me any more. Like I judge myself.

Speaking of judging myself, I have been studying actively, for, to be fair, the last two months. I have given a multitude of examinations over the past year and a half that have warranted much more than even this tiny bit of discipline I have now. More so because I don't think I have even scratched the surface of how much I should have. I have so, so far to go. And it always seems like there's not enough time to do it in. Times like this are when you sit down and tell yourself,

"You needed to start earlier. You seem to be doing fine now. Imagine if you'd been doing this for a year or the three before that. You've been working out and watching your diet for a year, watching your diet for about 2 months. Why didn't you start when you were 16?"

It's easy to use the brush of introspection to paint yourself into a corner of self-pity. But you know what. I'm better now. Better than I was 6 months ago. And I'm 21 years old. I intend to live for a fair bit of time, but if that is not to be I'm not going to act like I regret any of it. I've had a good time. I've made a few decisions now, and I will always, always look back at myself with satisfaction. I have a long way to go. A long time for any of my choices to manifest themselves as rewards. To be 6'1" and 90 kilo of muscle. To provide for myself and my loved ones and give myself the freedom to explore my passions without worrying about my livelihood. It's easy to think you haven't left a mark on the world because you aren't a household name, or popular in certain circles of your interest. But no matter how brief the moment, you leave a mark on people. The world would not be the same without you in it.

I need to believe in that.

Edit : I am pleased to note I have been keeping a lid on my temper and my whiny, whiny voice lately. I hate my whiny voice. I swear the moment I hear myself post-annoying-incoherent-whine about something minor I wish I could slap myself.

Chorus

Mamata banerjee should take some tips from Modi on how to handle PR. I'd vote for the man if running for pm. Least worst option at present in my opinion.

Bass Guitar
Peepli
Ae banjo, chal

ORCHESTRA.