Liverpool vs. Man.U

As a result of a rather strange experiment/deal that I made with a friend, it so transpired that I watched the entireity of the Liverpool vs Manchester United EPL match that took place earlier.

First of all, what I know about football is this:

The basic rules

A few league clubs

The names of a few players

Everything that's there in an epic show called "Hungry Heart"

Oh Kyosuke! How I miss you!

And that, for some reason, most guys go CRAZY about it.


So, I kept a note of what I thought of the match as it progressed. Be warned, football fans will be seriously offended till the end of the first half. I was really out of sync, and I just didn't get into the match. AND I started watching it late.

6:01- Whoa! They're shoving each other!

7:27- Why is Borini's head so weird?

7:43- The heck are they chanting?!

8:16- Ohhhhhhhh! YNWA! ?

10:22- SO much running!!!

And tripping!

Wait, was that deliberate?

13:01- Is that how they tackle? Hm. Hungry heart didn't have that.

14:56- Wait. Is this match at Anfield?!

15:47-  My god effing fast!!

Nice spot of dribbling there.

17:31- WHY crowd why? Why are you so excited? Is there something that I'm not getting?

And then I drift off for quite a while....

Suddenly, at about 39:-- RED CARD!

Whoa. That didn't look like one to me. (Not that I really know. But, something)

And, off I drifted again.

43:51- The commentators are saying the players' name without any emotion. It's like they're reading out words at the Scripps national spelling bee.

"Kelly. Agger. Gerrard."

Second half:

WHOA! Whaaaat a slick goal! Steven Gerrard! Hahahahahaahaha close up of him looks so funny!
Some excitement near the posts. Had no clue about the goings on the mid-field.

48:05- Is that.. sledging that I see?

52:00 - Rafael goal!! He looks like a sly little kid!

60:-- - Wait. Why wasn't this yellow card, red?

Whoa. Time has flowwwn by. 60 minutes already?!

62:11- What sorta mess up was that?

65- Finally. Some names I recognize

69:34- Liverpool seem far more feisty than Man U. They're just chilling yo.

76:05- Ouchhhhh. Agger! That looks painful. No card?

78:17-. OMG stretcher?


Van P dude looks very shifty.

So smug.

Man. All of Man U look douche-y.

That's it. I don't like this Persie dude. I've decided.

80:32 -  What sorta goal was THAT??!!!!!!!??

Reina, dude, chill.

84-- Being a bit drama queeny MU?

Kelly Kelly, what didja do?

90:00 it's over Liverpool, you lose.


91:46 drama,drama.

Even with my er, limited knowledge I could see that the poor Liverpool chaps had a rough deal. When watching a match, I generally support one team or the other, for some superficial reason or the other, but this one, I was just watching. I don't like the great "Manchester United" that has taken over much of Hyderabad's sporting stores, etc (gosh, it's just darn boring to like what every single person supposedly 'worships') and I don't like Liverpool either.

This match watching exercise was a part of um.. inquisitive journalism. I wanted to get some insight into the question that has plagued me quite a bit sometimes, WHY is it so popular?! (Football or Manchester Utd., both)

Did I find the answer? Well, no. Yes, the time sure flies by fast. Yes, it must be pretty exciting to be a part of a 100k crowd and support a team, and be a part of the "group", but I for one, will always prefer delving into books, and made up worlds rather than the tactics and statistics and games of Football, or any other sport. It's... alright though, in the end.

Ahem. Now, if you're a guy, and a football fan who's reading this, don't go shaking your head thinking "girls and football, this is what comes about". I'm just not very into this football business, there may be other girls who are. Okay? Okay. (Even if you're a girl. Girls can be sexist too)


Shake it out!

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh woah, oh woah...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

- Florence + the machine

This song has been playing on a loop since two days. I have listened to it for almost 8 hours.


An echo of a distant time

This day just keeps getting better and better. It's one of those days. Nothing special. But so damn pleasant. My parents left me (partially) alone for the first time ever in the 20 years of my existence. Of course, I have two aunts living in 2m radius (I'm not kidding), but I have sneakily managed to convince them that I'm uber busy with academics (and once I say the magic "A" word, they all lay off), so I'm on my own. I'm the Queen of my house. I'm it's only subject. I'm the servant as well. Also, I just got wind of the news that tomorrow's going to be a holiday. AND exciting plans for the weekend. So far, year 20 has not been disappointing. Not to worry, there is still just a little under a year left for it to be orrr not to be.

My blog has been a dumping ground for my rants, and blues, and depression days. I just wanted to share one day when I'm just.. normal. Happy, even.

ANDD this is one of those days, when I'm in utter PF mode.. nothing but the sounds of the majestic band to take me into the far reaches of the universe.. my star gazing spot on the terrace beckons. I shall see you on the dark side of the moon.

I leave you with one of my favourite songs of all time:

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me.

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand

The best I can.

Life; and other such trivialities

Blogging is so inspiring. I mean, it's just so convenient for people like me who can't seem to interact with many people on a personal level, to just open up a browser window and start reading about a person's thoughts, even if they are random, incoherent and not very relevant. I just love discovering how different people think. It's always a good way to spend time (rather, waste it) thinking about what makes people who they are.. and what seems to be my favourite term of late "social conditioning", no siriusly, (see, what I just did there?) , everything can be explained in part by it. And I mean everything.

I like coming up with theories. Which make sense only to me and which inevitably result in at least a couple of people attacking me saying "whattheheck", but it pleases me, so yeah, whattheheck.

Now the theory that I would like to talk about is actually based on a short story that I'd read in 9th class as part of my Telugu curriculum. If my teacher knew I paid so much attention to Telugu that I actually drew my life's philosophy from it, she'd faint.

The theory/philosophy/crapthatfloatsmyboat is somewhat like this:

If you ever want something, DON'T! If you do, being the shitty world that it is, there are high chances that you never get it and you'll just end up being desolated. The tricky part is that you should try to work towards achieving it, but convince yourself that you don't really need it. Now that I've written this, it sounds ridiculous, but I find that ridiculosity is not something to be ridiculed. Ah, what can I say? I live in my delusions.

A friend sighed and told me that someday she hopes I'll "grow up." What is this "growing up" anyway? Knowing that things are screwed up and people are not perfect and that the world doesn't make sense? I knew that long ago, even before I needed to, thanks to a wunnerful cousin of mine (hint hint it's you), but I don't regret it, not one bit. It's made me who I am and if I hadn't lived vicariously through her experiences I would have turned out very differently. I've been told (and I like to think too) that I'm mature, think sensibly et. al, so it can't be that I'm immature and irresponsible. So, please, can someone explain? What is this growing up business about, anyway?

I think I'm in a new phase now. Hence, I'm very disoriented and can't decide on the music that I want to listen to now, or the books that I want to read, or the movies that I want to watch. Of course, there are the constant favourites but usually, at any given time, I'm listening to a particular type of music, and I'm just... not now. It's weird.

Also, I'm the president of the Oratory club at college now. I feel like I've been failing miserably in my presidential duties. When I stood for election I wrote a long speech and I was fired up and I had goals and ideals and ideas on how to do this and that, but now it seems like I've just lost them all. Sometimes, I think I made a huge mistake in running for president in the first place. I want to discuss the club a bit more, perhaps in a later post, because it always intrigued me. And maybe you lot, could give me some pointers no?

I want a fresh start somewhere. I'm tired of people judging me by the way I look/ed, behave/d, talk/didn't talk. I'm tired of judging my self by the way people judge me too. I just want a break.

I don't know if I made any sense. If I didn't, sorry for wasting your time. I feel like I violate every one of blogadda's "blog tips" every time I write a post.
Post regular content. #donot
Write neatly sensibly and coherently #donot
Write about a particular topic and style so that readers know what to expect #donot
And the list goes on.

Wow. You might be wondering what inspired me to write B.S. again.. 3-1 internals from tomorrow. Didn't start prep. :)

Wish me luck!

This year!

// I am going to make it thought this year, if it kills me!

I haven't been able to get that line out of my head for quite a few days now. It's getting annoying.

I have my last external of second year tomorrow. It's right about 9 p.m. now and I am not done with a single unit. I thought i would be long past these rant posts of mine. But ohwhattheheck? They're fun to look back on and groan later. I realised treat I haven't written anything about these exams and wow, that would be a shame wouldn't it ?

I'm probably the one who's most surprised at this, but I've managed to pass two years, four whole semesters without extra baggage (if you know what I mean) I haven't even finished my 2-2 exams yet, but I'm positive. I just hope I pass tomorrow's exam as well.

So this either means I'm fuckin intelligent because come on, being a so called IT student all forms of codes and and computer knowledge eludes me, but still somehow I passed with average grades, Orr it just goes to show how rotten the education system is. I've had a talk with a cousin who studied b.s. computers in the u.s, and from the likes of what he told me, if it were anywhere else I would be required to do projects in each subject. PROJECTS!

The very thought of doing them is appaling, but I suppose that for those who are interested, it's the best way to learn.

So, er yeah, three cheers to Indian engineering! Jai sreenidhi!

P.s. I've become quite rusty at this writing posts business .I'm going to have improve a lot this month. And post regularly. No, this time I really am going to do it.

P.p.s. a quote I really loved

Book review: It's your move, wordfreak!

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It's your move, wordfreak!
by Falguni Kothari

From the blurb
"Wordfreak and Worddiva hit it off right from their first online Scrabble game. Playing game after game every night leads to fun and flirty chats and a cerebral attraction so potent that it sizzles the broadband connection between them. The Scrabble-crazy duo cultivate their perfect relationship a virtual one. A bond where the past doesn t matter and neither do their names. A bond forged by cheesy words and raucous laughs.

But this simple and uncomplicated equation is shaken when Alisha Menon, parental-divorce survivor and successful divorce lawyer meets Aryan Save-the-Planet Chawla on a blind date. As reality intrudes on their online idyll, the rules of the game change forever. Soon, the two realise that some words cannot be taken lightly.

Can the real Wordfreak and Worddiva spell love in capital letters or is the game of life a deal-breaker for them?"

I applied to the Blogadda book reviews program to review THIS book , because, come on! A blooming romance over scrabble? Aren't you curious to know how the author pulls THAT off? To my disappointment, the book starts off with the aforementioned blind-date between the protagonists.. I was looking forward to sparks flying over scrabble and I had imagined a whole other premise for the book because the cover reads that way (don't you think so?),but alas, it didn't turn out to be so. Anyhoo, the copy that I got had the pages mixed up and I didn't get to read the first few chapters after their initial "awkward" encounter, but I could follow the story. The first half of the book concentrates on how the realtionship between Alisha and Aryan builds up, with both of them meeting the other's families which include Aryan's bro like, but uncle Sameer, called uncle sam, a chilled out fellow, his paternal grandmother, who knows Aryan even better than himself, Alisha's firm, but kind inside headmistress mum Savitri, and their mentor Madhuri Tandon, or MT as they refer to her. This part is pleasant.. the usual elements of a chick-lit thrown in with hints to a deep dark secret side of Aryan..
The second half deals with how Aryan and Alisha's relationship falls apart when a situation occurs and the unraveling of Aryan's secret. I'm not going to spoil it for you, but I felt the build up to be too much for what it actually turned out to be. In the end, as with all chick-lit, all is right.

I know what I said may not have sounded very positive, but that's only because I expected a bit much from this book. The writing is neat, not many frills and not like the run-of-the-mill new Indian books either (and thank god for THAT), and over all It's your move, wordfreak! makes for a pleasant summer read! I'd give it two stars on five.

Clap your hands, say yeah.

Thanks to Blogadda, I came across an interview with a blogger, who wrote in one of his posts that the best thing about his blog, is his archive. It resonated a lot with me. Not that I am very proud of what I wrote earlier but my blog marks my transformation over the years.. I wouldn't have known the difference at the time, but looking at what I'd written earlier, it becomes so evident.

In a couple of months, I'm going to be in my THIRD year of engineering. It is a huge, HUGE thing for me. Having gone through indifferent/hate phases with my decision of taking this course up, and all the troubles that I've had to face, I can only say that it has made me who I am right now. I realize I ought to be very thankful for that fact. However much I have ignored this, or maybe I did know it all along every single thing that one experiences only  add and enrich the person you are.

A couple of years ago.. I was cynical, socially awkward, naive (in a certain way) and sort of disillusioned about the world and who I was. If you expected me to write that all that has changed now you'd be wrong. I am still cynical. But now, I have realized that this negativity is just a hindrance. I am still socially awkward. I can't talk to people all that much. But now, I have realized that I'll never if I could have had an interesting conversation with someone if I never try, I'll never know for sure if I am a nuisance to someone if I don't speak. My definition of a 'friend' and what I look for in people, is also, I must admit highly unrealistic. I still don't know who I am. Not really. But I know that I will figure it out eventually. I have an idea of the kind of person that I want to be, and that's enough.

But the biggest change that in me that one can see visibly is in the music I listen to. I was a music snob. I used to think that only certain kinds of music were acceptable and that all the others were trash. Over time, I have some to shed those notions and realized that music, is music, is music. I used to be derisive of people and songs that belonged to genres I had a contempt for, but now I jut accept the fact that what appeals to people, appeals to them. Just because I don't like a certain type of music does not, at all mean that it's not good. I am unable to word this in even a slightly eloquent way, but this, this is a big revolution for me. I am SO greatful for all the wonderful artists that made me realize this, and the other wonderful artists that I could discover because of this.

In a week's time I get a shortlived, but well deserved break from college. Here's hoping that I'd use that time constructively, and blog more. As always, DON'T PANIC!

P.S. All the hitchhiker's out there, attend Towel Day. I'm so excited about it! For those of you who don't believe that someone could POSSIBLY wear a towel and roam around all day, well, you just have to wait and watch.

Those random moments which make you stop, bring the wheels whirring in your brain to a grinding halt, and really think. And feel. Those, are what make life worth living.

Perfect song for this weather.

I can't find the inspiration to blog anymore. Maybe it's because I'm denying my self the time to introspect. I really can't face that right now.

I hope I come back with something better next time.

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All the Hyderabadis: fest alert!

My very own sadistic college is coming up with a (gasp) LITERARY fest! Actually, it's by the oratory club of the college that I had talked about in an earlier post ( I had to delete it for er, reasons, later on), and of which I am currently, the general secretary. So the fest is called Odyssey and we have a host of speaking, writing as well as informal events:

  • J.A.M.
  • Debate
  • Extempore
  • Group Discussion
  • Cliff Hanger
  • Dead End
  • Reflect Thyself
  • Tech-talk
  • What do you see?
  • Spell Bee
  • Mr and Ms Odyssey

More details can be found at

DO try to come! :)

Nostalgia #1

I find that most of the time, I live in the past, because you know, everything seems better in retrospect.

So, I am going to start a series "Nostalgia", and post about the things that make me nostalgic. Anyone who's reading this is welcome to join this too. Leave your post links in the comments and I shall link back to them.

The first things that I'm going to talk about are......... VIDEO GAMES!

I got my first video game console when I was 6 years old. It was a hand-me-down from some much older cousins of mine, but I loved it! I used to play endless hours of games with a neighbour, who was almost ten years older than I was. Now that I think about it, it seems funny to imagine two such creatures playing Mario together! I also have fond memories of getting almost getting electrocuted when one day, I couldn't wait to play video games and I washed my hands after eating lunch and somehow put my finger in the switchboard hole without wiping my hands! ( I was 6, and the wiring was bad. I still have the scar)

And then there was "The Gun" which was an epic accessory (then), used to shoot ducks, and bandits in some cowboy themed game, the name of which
I do not seem to re-collect. It was almost like a status symbol

*In awe*
"You have a gun?!"

*Other person, smugly*

"Yes, I do. Wanna play Duck Hunt?"

*In 7 year old video game heaven*

-Bomber Man!

-Kung Fu!

Mario, Contra, Adventure Island, Olympics, Circus, Urban Champion, Kung-fu, Popeye, Ice-climber are just some of the games that come to my mind when I think about that glorious time. We had those casettes, which claimed to have 999999 in 1 but had the same 10 or 20 games all over again!

Mario, of course, is everybody's all time favourite. Trying to make it to the eighth world without resorting to the cheats, trying to gain as many lives as possible, and oh, the happiness when you discovered a "secret" in the game, like the 1 up you get in the first level!

Contra! Two epic fighters with guns, and cool moves battling Ireallydon'trememberwhat, but it was ultra-cool. I especially loved the waterfall level .

Adventure Island was the first ever game I played. My Dad taught me, but then he forgot how to play it himself a few months later, and I remember teaching him and feeling very proud of my self. I love the music of this game!

Olympics was one more favourite of ours. I could always only go till the skeet shooting thing. 100m dash, Hurdles, Long Jump, Triple Jump, Javelin Throw (in which I always made the world record :D), and the ever dreadful Archery.

Urban Champion was fun+funny. it had two guys battling it out on a street, the aim being to force the other down a gutter, with the chance that flower pots can be thrown at your head by old ladies peeking out of windows! I can't go on about all the games, but boy, they were all AWESOME!

Summer vacations were spent at a cousin's place where everyone used to fight for turns to play, and of course, me being the second youngest, I had to be content with just watching. But I never got bored really. Till date, I can watch people play games without being bored (except the one's on phones or small devices where I cannot really follow the game.)

Recently, at the same cousins place (she's 24 now) we found an old console THAT STILL WORKED! Although it didn't have Mario or Contra it had plenty of other games which we played to our hearts content, we called it our "retro-video game session" One of the most memorable times in this year, for me. ( See the first image. Taken in 2012! =] )

So, that was my #1 of the Nostalgia series. What's yours?


Dear Blog,

Today, I woke up and played temple run  for two hours.

Today, I finally saw who/what ShinChan is.

Today, I saw a documentary about a family of monkeys named Rani, Isha, and Diya.

Today, I ate bread with cheese, and chilli powder. And garam masala.

Today, I listened to two lectures about the economy and regularization.

Today, I took more medicines than I probably needed to.

Dear blog,

tomorrow I have a Math external.


Dear Facebook,

I hate you. Please die.

Yours hatefully,


Notes to self:

: NEVER  drink on an empty stomach. And ride in a car which is going at 80 kmph. EVER.
: People will be people will be people. And you will never understand or like 99.99% of them.
: Read ALL the books mentioned in the Portable atheist. ALL.
: Explore the freak-folk sub culture.
: Stop trying too hard for some things.
: Start trying hard for certain others.
: *try* to be less snobby.
: Sing. Singing makes you happy.
: Blog more.
: Also, no more drinking until you achieve something. Anything.

P.S. HPMania, thank you! :) Your comments make my DAY. I visit your blog SO many times but I can't comment! Please disable the word verification! 

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