Is it necessary that my New Year should start in the most despondent manner? Now before anyone accuses me of being excessively negative(not that i deny it!) , i must make it clear that I've sound reasons for being dejected.
So here it goes...
In what is undoubtedly the last game of this calendar year, Arsenal lost yet another away fixture; this time to newcomers Sheffield United. While it is true that i might be taking things a bit too far as far as my passion for Arsenal FC is concerned, thats just the way i am; another eccentricity in my already overflowing catalogue. I do not know how and when, but Arsenal have become an integral part of my life. My mood moves in the direction of their performance. A resounding Arsenal victory over the weekend more often than not means a happy week ahead for me; and i am afraid i cannot describe my state of mind when they lose (or draw a winable game). My state of mind, thus, rises and falls according to Arsenal's game.
As i brood over my team's latest loss, a new thought strikes me. Team India lost the Durban test against SA today, and it hardly caused a flutter in me. Not that i did not feel bad, but over the last few years, cricket(esp ODIs) just do not create in me that feeling where you feel as if something utterly terrible has happened to you. I used to feel that when India lost earlier. But somehow those passions have subsided, or maybe diverted towards my fanaticism over Arsenal.Whatever it might be, my longing for Arsenal is inexplicable within the parameters of fan-following; primarily because i have no regional or national bonding to them as say a local north London guy might feel. It is a thought that leaves me perplexed.
India lost a game which they should have saved and thus maintain their lead in the series. And still i do not feel grievous about it. Why?
Something is rotten in the mindset of this blogger.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Back after a brief hiatus
Its been a while, actually a long while since i posted something. I don't know why i didn't but now i want to, and i hope to carry on. Carry on long enough to take me through the travails of my present day.
My life is good; the usual. As i stand on the cusp of getting into the new robes of another year, it makes me look back at things gone by, at another year of inexplicable waste. A year spent wallowing in the very depths of mediocrity and obscurity. I just cannot seem to come to terms with the way of life. Some people just seem to breeze through as if it is the most natural thing to do. And here i am, walking amidst innumerable insecurities towards nowhere.
Its that time of the year when one has to look back at the year gone by, reminisce and hopefully find pleasure in what has happened(at least in most of the happenings). I just cannot seem to do that; the uncertainties , and irrational fears grip me in their cold hands.
The other day I had to somehow climb a perennially crowded railway bridge to go for an entrance exam. The number of people climbing were substantially higher than those descending down. As i continued my 'ascent to my summit' i noticed that people were, almost naturally, making way for a man who was carrying a big load on his head. By chance i happened to be climbing the stairs parallel to him. And what a sight it made! While people pushed and shoved me to move ahead, right beside me was that guy somehow fortunate to walk effortlessly without being bothered about any kind of trouble. I could not come to terms with this self-supposed blatant bias. Here i was, carrying my own share of burdens on my shoulder (albeit, it was a mental state of being than physical) and no one cared, while people made way for that man.
Is it any wonder then that people call this the age of visual communication?
My life is good; the usual. As i stand on the cusp of getting into the new robes of another year, it makes me look back at things gone by, at another year of inexplicable waste. A year spent wallowing in the very depths of mediocrity and obscurity. I just cannot seem to come to terms with the way of life. Some people just seem to breeze through as if it is the most natural thing to do. And here i am, walking amidst innumerable insecurities towards nowhere.
Its that time of the year when one has to look back at the year gone by, reminisce and hopefully find pleasure in what has happened(at least in most of the happenings). I just cannot seem to do that; the uncertainties , and irrational fears grip me in their cold hands.
The other day I had to somehow climb a perennially crowded railway bridge to go for an entrance exam. The number of people climbing were substantially higher than those descending down. As i continued my 'ascent to my summit' i noticed that people were, almost naturally, making way for a man who was carrying a big load on his head. By chance i happened to be climbing the stairs parallel to him. And what a sight it made! While people pushed and shoved me to move ahead, right beside me was that guy somehow fortunate to walk effortlessly without being bothered about any kind of trouble. I could not come to terms with this self-supposed blatant bias. Here i was, carrying my own share of burdens on my shoulder (albeit, it was a mental state of being than physical) and no one cared, while people made way for that man.
Is it any wonder then that people call this the age of visual communication?
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