Expecting my blog to reach out to you, girl !!

 I dont know what's love. Coz I have felt nice things about many girls. But as they have come and gone, likewise my feelings towards them has come and gone too. Fun while they lasted though ! So, I cant say that was Love ! But you, girl, had never come into my life, though were near me for some time as a friend. But, I don't know why, you are always there in the back of my mind, hovering all around. Everyday, whenever I think of girls and matters of love, many things run in my brains, making me excited but uneasy. Someday it is about some girl and the other day, other. But each and every day, when I thought about such things, you and your images keep striking my mind....each and every time...that-your thoughts, makes me calm, happy. Being a boy, I shouldn't feel so, but your thoughts make me feel 'secure'....a feeling as if I am protected, as if nothing can happen to me...I don't know why, but these things keep happening to me. Is it what everybody keeps calling as Love ??

Then yes, girl, I am in love with you, in love with you since long....since I was a kid... !!

P.S.- ( You know who you are ! Don't you ? Just look at the pic in this post !! )

A Secret Revealed !!

I am a football fanatic. Thus, obviously, I always wanted to venture out into Sports Management. This very fact used to piss my dad off. His point was that there's no future in that discipline. This clash of ideas created a huge friction between me and him. I simply couldn't understand what made him so irritated. Why was he so indifferent towards football ? I didn't knew....untill that fateful day when the secret was revealed !!

One evening there was a fixture (match) between Chelsea, my favorite club and Manchester United at Stamford Bridge, the home of Chelsea. I was watching it on TV. Just then my dad came and sat quietly. I didn't realise his presence until he suggested to change the channel to ETV. I pleaded him to let me watch the match as it was a big reason why i had taken a day off from my college and traveled three hours back to my town. So, reluctantly he sat and watch...

I was feeling nice as he, my dad, was watching football...The stadium was blue all over, the colours of Chelsea. Blue seats, blue flags, blue t-shirts, blue banners, everything blue and people were shouting like anything. I pointed that to my father and told him that these men are not useless...some of them are engineers, some teachers and what not !! If these men are so much passionate about football, who am I ? Its pretty  natural if I love football, and football's not a bad game....it develops our physique and helps our overall persona, blah, blah, blah...and became silent waiting for his response...Not getting any response, I continued watching the game...

After 5 minutes or so, he started talking...He revealed that he used to be a big football fanatic and unlike me who only watches it, he used to be a goal-keeper and represented the state team in his school days....but asthama snatched his potential and game away from him...that was one of his regrets, he couldn't become a football player...and then he was silent....

I just was dumbfounded !! I mean...OMG !! My dad was a footballer !! I simply had no words to say...I just looked at him and he smiled...The ice had broken !! He no more discourages me and whenever he has time, we both watch football with the same passion and fervour !! Dad and Son United !!