What the F*ck is going on?

Did anyone else read this story? For those too lazy to click on that and read, it says that the Glazer's plan for refinancing the huge debt riding on United includes selling the Carrington ground and then leasing it back again.

What bull! I mean, come on!!! Those blood-thirsty, money-hungry morons are about to drain United dry and there's seemingly no stopping them! Although I can't really see Man United going the Leeds way as feared by the article (too many sponsors) I'm definitely starting to worry about the kind of funds at SAF's disposal for bringing in quality players. Added are these Rooney reports and that is definitely enough to send any United fan into panic and shock.

As I said, while United definitely won't go the Leeds way, who wants to see Manchester United compete with the Blackburns and the Wigans in mid-low table? If the Glazer's have their way and go on playing havoc with United's finances, I'm certain that soon our first choice strike-force will boast of names like Bobby Zamora and Chucho Benitez! No offense to either; both are in excellent form this season, but can you really imagine SAF unveiling Zamora at OT? I shudder at the mere thought!

With our world-wide fan base, don't we have even one super-duper rich mega-multi trillionaire fan who'll come and rescue us from the demon called Malcolm Glazer? Please? Someone?


Hoping against hope that Mr. Abrahamovich or some other mysterious gazillionaire reads my post!!! :)

Scattered Thoughts

A poem that I came up with some time ago. For those who care, thoughts?

A thousand words lost in translation,
In the space 'tween thought and action,
A million lives forever discarded,
When words alone fail their function.

A mirror's a mirror.
Silvered side a dream.
The clear reflection reality;
Or a mockery?
Of shattered dreams and screams!

I'd have said a thousand words,
To you if you'd but listened:
What use a prayer on a stone?
Save perhaps tears hastened-
Of foundations, and aspirations,
And dreams trodden underneath;
Of careers and lives made,
And fairytales ending in truth.

What is life but a collage?
A mirage! Of images happy and sad-
I'd have given a thousand thoughts,
For you to smile instead.

Ah cruel world! Crueler still you!
You dream of the clouds;
Us mortals are but fools!
Distractions! Once new!!

Of life and video games...

Hypothetical Scenario 1: Boy is born. Boy goes to school. Boy goes to college. Boy becomes an engineer. Boy gets a job. Boy gets an MBA. Boy gets a better job. Boy works 9 to 9 (24 hours i.e.) Boy gets a promotion. Boy gets another promotion. Boy switches job. {Insert n number of loops here, and when you're done continue} Boy retires. Boy dies. In between, somewhere, boy gets a wife tailor-made to his parents requirements and has a baby boy who continues in his shoes.

Hypothetical Scenario 2: Boy is born. Boy goes to school. Boy rebels against parents. Boy pursues an offbeat career. Boy falls in love. Boy does what he wants, when he wants. Boy becomes successful or crashes in helpless failure. Boy marries his sweetheart or does not: ending his days alone or becomes a womanizer and pursues other prospects. Boy dies. Has children or not, who may or may not follow in his footsteps.

I have taken two completely extreme scenarios, but the bottom-line is that most if not all real-life cases fall somewhere in between. My point? If the essence of life can be summed up in a paragraph with a word count of 100 odd words, doesn't it kind of make life... somewhat less poignant than what is portrayed by the Monte Cristoes and the D'Artagnans in the thousands of pages describing their adventures? Granted that the books had several other characters which were more important, but what of the central character. Safe to say that at least half of a book is dedicated to a central character and that would be... rather more than 100 words!!

I know what you'd say: that's fiction. Grow up lad. You're delusional, et al. Well that was my original point. If life is less exciting than fiction, why do the morons harp about the reverse being true?

Bottom-line? Life as we know it is boring! And we are constantly searching for ways to alleviate this boredom. How else do you explain the phenomenal success of Facebook and mafia wars (guilty as charged!)!!

So you see, we who play mafia wars are not at all anti-social! No sir! We are completely normal!!! Or extreme deer hunter for that matter! Eh Sayantan??? :)

RIP ManU....

I don't get it. Last Saturday ManU looked like the ManU of old: a team that could actually dominate their rivals on pitch. Scholes had scored after a long long time, Rooney though not at his best was still impressive, Van Nistelrooy clinical with a delightful lob over the Portsmouth goalie, and Rio finally looking like he could actually rival John Terry. How then did ManU manage to lose to Benfica, especially when Scholes gave them the lead in 6 minutes? I did not watch the game. By all newspaper and website accounts, ManU gave possession away carelessly. But then, ManU has never really played possession football like say Arsenal or Real Madrid. They depend on those lovely crosses from Giggs or Ronaldo who have the talent to just skip past defenders, and they look to RVN and Rooney to score of them. What went wrong?? Apparently Sir Alex started with both Giggs and Ronaldo, along with RVN and Rooney. Based on current form ManU should have managed a draw comfortably at the very least.

There's one thing that I'm sure of though: it must have been Wes Brown who screwed up. Even though he was not used, I'm sure that he must have sabotaged the game from the sidelines. He probably emptied a packet of purgative into the drinking water of the team thinking that it was Vitamin C. Just confirms my suspicion: as long as Wes Brown remains, ManU will never be able to win a competition.

Jokes apart, this one's a serious set back though. ManU loses out on a lot of money because of this, and that's seriously going to hamper their prospects of buying a good player in the January transfer window. That means sticking with Wes Brown for some more time....... Oh no............

Of Sobranies and Dunhills...

Me and B had decided that we were not going to get our eight figure salaries in our respective fields, and we would probably need a MBA from an IIM to sustain our refined and expensive tastes. Actually, make that my refined and expensive taste, coz B's a moron. Anyways, we decided to apply the same formula that had served us in good stead during our board exams: study together. But now since both of us had taken up smoking we needed an empty house, and B's flat fit the bill PERFECTLY!! On Saturday when we met up at Goal Park, I got a packet of Dunhills anticipating a brilliant night. Turns out that I was wrong. Apparently B had a hundred and fifty bucks to spare, and since we usually don't differ on cigarettes, we got a packet of.... SOBRANIES!

I was previously under the impression that the Dunhills were the best cigaettes that there were, but the Sobranies have changed my opinion completely. You should have seen them. They come in this amazing package that looks like a cigarette case and not a simple flip-top box. And the filters are made of this golden paper that makes you feel so damn rich when you smoke one... What's most interesting is that each and every one of those 20 cigarettes have a subtly different flavour. Personally I feel that while the Dunhill's are stronger, the Sobranies offer a richer and smoother experience. I still have a couple of Sobranies left, but Saturday's so far away... and they are good... I don't think B's gonna get any of them this week... ;-)

My First Blog........ Finally!!

Well someone had to come and show you people how to do this right.... So here I am.. Yours Truly.. ME.. (did I hear applause?? Please people, restrain yourselves..) Well now that I've finished my modest introduction, I am going to take you on a tour of my (fascinating) personal opinions on a variety of subjects: ranging from FIFA to food to the masochistic gay tendencies of one of my friends. I will skip the part about what my name is, etc, etc. Check out my profile if you are interested..........

On a more serious note, I appreciate you taking the time to read this blog. Thank You. Really.. I mean it. I hope I'd be able to interest you in coming back often with my future posts. Till then, this is me..
- Lancelot.