This is going to hurt just a little bit :) Why Arun??

He knew exactly what she wanted. Though she looked frightened every time he took out his little brother, he knew she had been waiting for it with a mix of anxiousness and expectancy all these days. He had been waiting for it too, like he did with all the ‘customers’ who visited him. He simply had to make them feel better, it was his profession and he loved every moment of it though he made some customers wait. But tonight, the waiting would bear fruit and climax in shrieks, sobs and liquids.

He had known her for some time now. They lived in the same area and his place was a particularly famous one. He had seen her throw anxious glances at his sign board and he’d flashed one of his trademark inviting smiles at her. He knew she was curious to know what happened inside the closed rooms; for a girl of her age, she must’ve fantasized about the instruments he would be having for ‘special’ customers. Perhaps, she wanted him to use them on her too, he wondered.

She was, by general consensus, a careful girl, not given to mindless activities. She had seen his ‘office’ quite a few times from the outside. Once her Mom had caught her staring at it and she had received a sound telling off from her, “Be a good and girl, and you’ll never go there!” She had crossed herself and moved on. Only till she heard about him from one of his more ‘loyal’ customers.

She could see it was not good for her but inside her an insatiable desire to explore his office had taken centre stage. From what she had heard, there was none better than him to help her explore.

That evening, he knew she was hers. She was there waiting outside his ‘working’ room, waiting for him to call her in. He wondered what she would think of his working room consisting of a small table, a rack for ‘instruments’ and a bed.

She sat there anxiously, waiting for the kring-kring of the bell that would summon her in. She was so nervous that she had chewed off all her finger nails; she was clutching the side of her chair so tightly that her fingers had gone numb. Deep down inside her, a voice whispered that he would take care of all that tonight.

Finally he called her in. She wouldn’t look up at his face. Was it starting blues or a sign of things to come? He started off slowly, ‘exploring’ her eyes, mouth, wrists and working his way to her breasts with his ‘instruments’; she was delicate, quite evidently a first timer. He instinctively knew what she wanted. And he was only too glad to oblige. He took off her pants, turned her around and made her lie on her stomach. Her face was sunk into the pillow, hiding a thousand emotions that if seen would make him a very satisfied man. His most ‘favourite’ instrument was loaded and ready to ‘explore’ her interiors. He leant closer to her and whispered, “Hang on honey, this is going to hurt just a little bit”. The time had come for the final act.

He was a skilled physician, he knew the exact spot. He inserted his syringe into the vein in the 6-year old kid’s buttock and as she let out a single shriek of pain, he was done; the liquid interchange was over and both of them climaxed in one’s screams.

Sunderland to Barcelona: Now that's how you shoot up!

Rio Ferdinand's words could've changed it all. Ferdinand and Vidic were as immovable to him as they were to opponent strikers. Gerard Pique had improved tremendously over the previous season and had established himself as the back up on the rare occasions when the stalwarts couldn't make it. It was pointless being the 4th best centre-back at a place when the third best was good enough to make Luis Aragones' head turn. He had had an impressive season with Sunderland but that, clearly, was not making him Fergie's flavor of the month. Life at Old Trafford simply didn't seem inviting enough to Jonny Evans.
And that's when Ferdinand's words could've changed it all. By his own admission, Rio was gonna ask Evans to take up the offer from Roy Keane's Sunderland. Thankfully, the conversation never took place and in a few short months, things would change dramatically for Evans.
Gerand Pique left for Camp Nou to join his childhood coach Pep Guardiola, now the gaffer. This put Evans on the bench as the back up to the centre backs. Then Ferdinand broke down to give Evans his first serious chance. He didn't embarrass himself at all against Chelsea. If he thought the opportunity was one off then Ferdinand (his back and groin, to be specific) had other ideas, breaking down repeatedly and giving Evans more than 20 starts this season. Vidic saw red in the Club World Cup giving Evans more chances, this time against Jose Mourinho's Inter Milan.
A successful Carling Cup campaign in which he was as immovable as his more illustrious defence mates and impressive returns in almost every outing saw him rise from becoming Roy Keane's prize signing to the best young defender in England (hell! In the World!).
In 12 months, Jonny Evan's asking prize has shot up to 14 million Euros! And guess who's come calling? The same guys who took Pique away to give him his first break. Barcelona!
With Caceres on his way out and Marquez still not given a return date, Guardiola's keen to add to his defensive strength and Evans seems to be a serious contender. Whether Sir Alex Ferguson can be moved to part with his best young talent and whether Evans himself can be convinced to move away from Old Trafford remains to be seen. To be fair to him, he has United written all over him and it seems highly unlikely that he'll leave for Spain.
Irrespective of what happens, his phenomenal rise over the last 12 months has turned quite a few heads. Barring a horrible turn of fortune, United have a World-class home-grown centre back for the future!

Rest in peace, My brother...

I am a murderer... Careless, who-gives-a-shit murderer.
He was my brother for more than 2 years. Served me selflessly, withstood everything that my thankless and carefree actions put him through. He was at my beck and call 24X7; He put up with my constant banter about how I deserved someone better than Him for one full year. He was the most selfless guy I've ever known. He, over the last 2 years, became my right hand and an integral part of my mind in spite of my constant (ab)use...
From the time I set sight on Him on 12-05-2007 to the moment I carelessly let Him drop into the loo a few hours back, He was my best friend. He is my precious li'l Sony Erickson w200i. I dropped Him on to the floor more times than I can remember, I cursed Him when ever I cudn't get a call thru, I twirled Him around between my fingers relentlessly, broke His frame and never cared to replace it, I never bothered to keep Him scratch proof and as a final act of Lunacy, let Him drop into the loo and into oblivion. In return for all this, He submitted Himself to a million text messages, hours and hours of relentless talking, helped me keep track of cricket scores whenever there was a match, acted as my diary and bore my poems whenever I was on the road, woke me up early in the morning almost every day. He played me music and gave me company like none else before. In return for all this, you know what I did to Him...
It cost me 6200 bucks to get it. Or rather, it cost my Dad 6200 bucks to get it. I used Him, abused Him, and put him to rest in a sewer hole. And I used to call myself a careful chap...
It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened.All I could see was the frame and the key pad lying on the floor. He had slipped out, hit the floor, shattered into two parts, and the heavier part flew right into the hole. I stood there dumb struck as the hole in the loo lit up bright orange. Water was rushing into every microship, shorting circuits, flushing contacts, distorting messages and images, distorting every note of every song, washing away my memories of two years, drowning a two year old legacy... It was a grotesque spectacle, seeing a sewer hole light up, every light in Him seemed to call out for help... and I could just stand and watch.
It flickered and after a moment, started glowing ever brighter... Like a light glowing bright before going out. The rippling water looked as if it was boiling from His wrath. After a few moments, He shut down, this time for ever. I picked up the broken frame and the key pad, looked down one last time at where He disappeared, and left. He would rot for eternity now in some sewer and I'd move on in life... But the shattered frame and the key pad will be with me for ever; reminding me of Him, reminding me of my carefree, disdainful attitude towards Him. The least I can do to Him, in return for serving me selflessly for 2 years, is hold on to his remnants and say a BIG THANK YOU and an EVEN BIGGER SORRY to Him and my Dad.
I dunno whether I'll have the heart to get a better phone, I might stick to the vodafone CDMA substitute I had with me all these days (yeah I even had a substitute for Him). But irrespective of that, my diminutive and selfless friend will continue to ring and wake me up and play songs in my mind. And the feel of Him will never leave my hand.
I stop as a single tear flows outta my eye. I wipe it with the same fingers that played and eventually killed Him...
Rest in peace, My brother.. I wish I serve humanity the way you served me

Adios Ron: You were the best... When you were here

Ron: It's all about me and me alone...

He came, he became the best, he left. That sums up Ron's 6 years at the Theatre of Dreams. Perhaps, nothing else ever mattered to him. But unlike others, he wore this oft scorned attitude of his on his sleeve. And there lies the greatness of Ronaldo. There was no talk of moving to Madrid to help United out of financial trouble, no eternal love towards United and the fans, just some out-of-my-a*** stuff like emulating Giggs. And we were all saying, 'Yeah right!'.
I don't think many Red Devils fan would've expected him to stay for long (I for one, did). But blaming him for leaving is just a knee-jerk reaction. Utd gave him a chance to prove his worth and he repaid Utd with all the silverware we won over the last 5 sesons. Pro bono. Looking at his 6 seasons with United, there's very little to complain about. All the skepticism about splurging $16 million on an unknown entity was put to rest over 30 minutes on one fine August afternoon in 2003 when he ran rings around Bolton Wanderers' defence.
Though his first 3 seasons produced just 18 goals, the World was never in doubt about his talent. We caught a gllimpse of it in the next season that saw him score 22 times and all doubts about his worth were put to bed. Then came the season that saw him evolve from an outrageous talent into the best player in the World. 42 goals in 49 outings sealed it. And yeah, there was this small issue of 26 goals in an injury-curtailed 'out of sorts' season.
Long before coming to United, and a long long time before becoming the best player in the World, the white jersey of Real Madrid presented itself as a way to glory for Ronaldo, then a kid fightin for proper food. Then came Sporting Lisbon, followed by one certain Arsene Wenger unwilling to offer him a contract after trials. So when Roy Keane & Co. persuaded Sir Alex to go get him, I guess he saw United as a road to Madrid rather than a permanent home. By the time Schuster, Perez et. al came calling, he hadn't just travelled the road but had skimmed it's surface at blistering speed and come ever closer to 'home'.
After a summer of ugly negotiations between 'The Mob' and Fergie and a season when Fergie was resigned to losing him, he's finally home. Whether his home's better than the road remains to be seen. Some very devout roadies will be waiting eagerly to see his home fall apart brick by brick, bringing him back to the road but I personally don't think Fergie's ever going to let him come back, not that he'll be interested, he's crossed the Rubicon between road and home. (Disclaimer: My predictions have a habit of going hopelessly wrong. I'll be happy if this one doesn't buck the trend)
So the only thing that all Red Devils fans must be doing is thank him for his services. Let's face it, he was phenomenal during his time here and enthralled fans and enemies alike. The least that 108 goals, 3 Premier League titles, 1 Champions League and one runners up medal, 1 Carling Cup and 68 million pounds of profit deserve is a loud and resounding THANK YOU.
Instead, if you're going to hate him then I guess he'll take it as a bigger compliment than thanking him. 'Cos by his own admission, he loves to be hated, he's a self-confessed prima donna. He's one of his kind. He doesn't just control the ball like Kaka, slip past defenders like Messi, have the flair of Ronaldinho, finish like Maradona, run as fast as Usain Bolt, enthrall the crowd like Beckham, he does ALL this apart from calling himself the first, second and third best player in the World. And yeah, he passes statements like. 'I am Cristiano Ronaldo. I am the best in the World and I love it when people jeer me. I want to rewrite footballing history.'. He's like none before and will be the one of his kind for quite some time. He is Cristiano Ronaldo Dos Santos Aveiro. According to Eusebio, He's God. And I am not going to Argue with that assessment. For me, irrespective of whether he's playing for United or Real Madrid or Liverpool, he will be my favourite player in the World. He made me believe anyone can reach for anything and he's just proved it.
I, for one, hope he conquers all that he sees ( minus United ofcourse) and continues to be the first, second and third best player in the World :D Thanks Ron. You were the best; will be the best.And you're home, so care not about what the neighbors whisper. Adios Amigo. Show 'em they're shite!

Oh that boy Ronaldo!
The ball had one place to go!
Oh that boy Ronaldo!
The ball had but one place to go!

Your's truly, Green Skinned Martian

I loook at the mirror and sigh,
Caught in the whirl like a fly...
Lost in the twirl am I!
To get used to it, I ain't so spry,
And big time am I lost, oh boy!

இவனுக்கும் கோவைக்கும் சம்மந்தமே இல்லாத இடத்துக்கு வந்துடு குத்துது குடையுதுண்ணு சொல்றனேன்னு நினைக்காதீங்க. போலம்பரதுக்கு வேற இடம் இல்லாமதான் இங்க பொலம்பறேன்! வந்து ரெண்டு வாரம் ஆச்சு ஆனாலும் இன்னும் தலையும் புரியலே காலும் புரியலே... I feel like a friggin Martian lost in Manhattan! அட கடவுழே! எப்பிடி இருந்த நான், இப்பிடி ஆயிட்டேனே! இந்த நிலைமைல என்ன ஹங்கேரிக்கும் சுவிற்சர்லாந்துக்கும் அனுபறாங்க. எனக்குழ் இருக்கும் ஒப்டிமிச்ட் 'போய்ட்டு வாடா மச்சி, என்னதான் ஆகுதுன்னு பாக்கலாம்' நு சொல்லுது. ஏன் சொல்லாது?? ஏத்தி விட்டு ஏத்தி விட்டு மனுஷன முடிச்சு கட்ட யாரவது இல்லேன்னா it feels so odd!

அம்ரிதா ல இருக்கற வரகும் ஏன் டா இப்பிடி ரூல் மேலே ரூல் போட்டு சாவடிகறீங்கன்னு சண்ட போட்டேன்... இங்க வந்து 'ரூல்? அப்பிடின்ன என்னங்க? அது எந்த ஹோட்டல்லே கிடைக்குது?' ன்னு கேக்கற rangeக்கு வந்துட்டேன்! If this place has a rule book, then it's been shot to Andromeda the way these guys stepped in! இங்க வர்றதுக்கு ஒரு வாரம் முன்னால MICA Survival Kit ங்கற பேர்ல Kushwanth Singh's Jokes for 10 Year-olds range கு ஒரு மெயில் வந்தது. இது ஒரு செம தில்லாலங்கடி காம்புஸ்ன்னு அத படிக்கறப்பவே தெரியும். Not that I'm complainin much though :) another fortnight here n I ain't gonna be cribbin any more.

சுவிற்சர்லாந்து ல இருந்து திரும்பி வந்து 'தாய் மண்ணே வணக்கம்' நு scene போட்றதுக்கு முன்னாலே seniors ப்ரஜைகழ் வந்துருவாங்க. என்ன நடக்க போகுதோ... இங்க இருக்க faculty எல்லாம் செம்ம quality. That's been the high point of my sojourn here so far. ஆனா ஒரு பொண்ணு 'seniors ராக்கிங் பண்ணுவாங்களா?'ன்னு கேட்டதுக்கு ஒரு மேடம் 'சி சி அதெல்லாம் இந்த காம்புஸ் ல இருந்து ரொம்ப தூரம்'நு சொன்ன விதத்துலையே எதாவது ஒருத்தன்/ஒருத்தி சாவடிக்க போரான்னு தெரிஞ்சது. ஹ்ம்ம்ம்ம் நடப்பதுநடக்கட்டும்... Like I said before, இனிமேல் குத்துது கொடையுதுன்னு போலம்புவது height of joblessness.

இது எல்லாம் எனக்கு ok, சப்ப matter! கொஞ்ச நாழ்ழே எல்லாம் பழகி போயிடுரும். Perhaps, I'll start enjoyin it too. ஆனா பொறுக்க முடியாத விஷயம் ரெண்டு இருக்கு. ஒன்னு மேல இருக்கும் சூரியன். இந்த ஊர் மேல அவருக்கு என்ன பிரியமோதெரியல, காலைல ஏழு மணில இருந்து நைட் ஏழு மணி வரைக்கும் விடாம கொழுத்துராறு . கொஞ்சநஞ்சம் இல்ல, கொறஞ்சது நாப்பது டிகிரி கொடுக்கறாரு. நைட்ல அமெரிக்காவ கொழுதுவாருனு பாத்தா அப்பாவும் தொரத்தி தொரத்தி கொழுதுராறு. பாசக்கார பயபுழ்ழே போ! ஆனா அதுக்காக இங்க இருக்க அம்மநீங்க எல்லாம் மேனி கருத்துறும் நு இழுத்து பொத்திட்டு வராங்கன்னு மட்டும் தப்புகணக்கு போட்டுடாதீங்க. ஆல் டைம் 'என்ன கொடுமை சரவணன்' range தான்! Again, not that I'm complainin ;)

ரெண்டாவது பிரச்சனையும் மேல இருந்து தான் வருது ஆனா சூரியன் அழவுக்கு மேல இல்லே, எனக்கு மேல இருக்க floor ல இருந்து தான் வருது. எங்க ஊர்ல எல்லாம் அம்மன் கோயில் ல கூழ் ஊதரப்போ, கட்சி மாநாடு நடகரப்போ, கோவில்ல பஜனைங்கர பேர் ல எங்க ஏரியா mummies அண்ட் grannies எல்லாம் கழுதைகழுக்கு company குடுக்கறப்போ மட்டும் தான் loud speaker ல ஒப்பாரி வெப்பாங்க. ஆனா இங்க ஒருத்தன் 24X7 music ங்கற பேர்ல தொறக்கவிட்டுடறான். அப்போ அப்போ, அவனுக்கு போட்டியா இன்னும் ஒருத்தன் கச்சேரிஆரம்பிச்சிருவான். ரெண்டுக்கும் நடுவுலே நம்ம மண்டைலதான் இடி விழுகும்.

But basically எல்லாருமே intelligent தான். அந்த விஷயத்துல மட்டும் எல்லாரும்செம sharp.
Time to start off on my presentation for tom. Ta

Road to Rome: Oh that boy!

We had Van the Man till this kid turned up and turned out for us and turned 'em inside out. He is the first, second and third best player in the World. The right wing is gonna be United's most potent goal scoring area.
My (and every Utd fan's) craving/privilege etc.. Ron the Man

ROme will be the battle field to decide who between Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi has been teh best player of the season.They'll rarely come in contact during the course of the match but this match has already been pegged as Ron vs Messi.
Ronaldo's season started late due to a surgery during the off season. He took his time to recover and hit good form only after new year. He simply hasn't been in his element this season. He's a pale shadow of what he was last season. 'Cos of all these reasons, he's scored just 26 goals, hit just 2 40 yard stunners, scored jst about 5 scorching free kicks, has demoralised less than a dozen teams and he's a frontrunner for EPL's Golden Boot only by one solitary goal. Absolutely miserable season he's had. If the season continues to be as torturous as it has been, he'll score just 1 more goal in UCL along with a pitiful, solitary long-range free-kick ICBM.

Sylvinho'll won't have much on his plate apart from a couple dozen step overs, an equal number of trick flicks and half that number of sniper precision crosses. Ofcourse, the occasional long range missile and the run that'll leave him for dead will be there needless to say. Valdes won't have much to do cos when he hits it, it stays hit till a 'soft' landing at the back of the net.
Ron's had a fair share of criticsm comin his way for not performing aagisnt the big teams, this match presents the best opportunity to shut up the critics for good. And he'll love to do an encore of a similar night last year at the Luzhniki. Overall, United's The Man to pull out those magic moments.

Flip Side:
Theatrics! It's time he realised that the opposite team's allowed to tackle him. perhaps the term, 'Get on with the game' was coined with him in mind. Against a club of Barca's calibre, he needs to cut the crap and fight back if he's brought down. And if he's subbed out ( i hope to God he isn't) je needs to show a bit more respect to Fergie; Petulence has never been the Boss' flavour of the month.
But then, if he can deliver like he's done over the last two seasons, let him crib n cry n make faces for the cams; I'll take it any day.
Oh that boy Ronaldo!
The ball had one place to go!
Oh that boy Ronaldo!
The ball had but one place to go!

Road to Rome: Mr.United

Unted can ROO-le the World!
There is but one guy who can play the support striker role so effectively. It's been a pivotal position for United this season.
My choice, Fergie's choice, our Martian second cousins' choice: Rooney
United's no.10 has become the first name on the team sheet this season. We all know of his outrageous talent as an out and out striker. We've seen it over the last 5-6 seasons but this season, he's been a different player. He's stood up for the team's cause and has shifted to a winger/support striker role, tracking back to help the full backs regularly. He's been playing in a free role since the arrival of Berbatov as the central striker. His energy and commitment has been visible this season toteh extent that he's been pegged explicitly as a winger on some occasions. HIs impact was visible in the match against Spurs when he shifted to the wings and ran rings around the Spurs' defense with 2 goals and an assist. He's become Mr.United this season, more so than Vidic and Ronaldo. Selfless, prodigiously talented and committed, that's Rooney for u this season. Has been in good goal scoring form too.
Barca's weak defence comes to the fore again. He'll be more of a threat to the full backs rather than to the centre backs. One option might be playing Martin Cesar Cecares as a make shift full back on the right as none of the reserve full backs seem capable of stopping Rooney. He'll be tracking back relentlessly along with Park to help Evra out against Messi. His goal scoring apart, I feel it'll be exploits against Messi that'll define the night for him.
Easily, the most important player for Utd on the field. When on song, there's one Rooney in front of the goal and another marking a striker at the same time.

Flipside:
In this kinda form, I really can't see any. One issue maybe his trigger happy attitude from long distances. With a striking line up boasting Berba/Tevez, Ronaldo and himself, it would make sense to have a good build up before pulling the trigger. He's developed into a very responsible individual from his spit-in-the-ref's-face days but lets hope there's no repeat of his ball-throwing antic that cost us dear against Fulham. Go Wazza! Go!