Weird Dreams

I one used to have a recurring dream of me being chased around this supermarket by a man who was about 8 or 9 foot tall, and he was chasing me with an oversized drawing pin, And I used to hide and he always used to find me, and took a swipe at me with this drawing pin, eventually he would get me and hit me, at this point I'd wake up and sit bolt up right almost pissing myself.

There is another one which i consistently used to have: a turtle, a snake and a bird, as to which they were sat talking on the side of a cliff edge, and then they all moved to this rock in the middle of the sea about 20ft up, which had a cave in it, and they sat there talking again and then all of a sudden they all departed at once, the turtle went back into the sea, the snake went underwater to go back to land and the bird flew off. Still confuses me that one.

These days, when i cant get sleep i have this visions of Cristiano Ronaldo jumping over fences, i finally fall asleep counting Ronaldos, One Ronaldo, Two Ronaldos, Three Ronaldos...

Celebrity Obsessed People

I was sitting alone in Cafe Coffee Day this evening enjoying the solitude and minding my own business, when two teenage females walked in. They sat in a sofa behind me and being the sad bastard that I am I listened intently to their conversation. Firstly they talked about Heath Ledger and what a tragedy it was that he died, then they talked about Ranbir Kapoor and Deepika Padukone and how heartbroken poor Yuvraj Singh would be at this point of time.

Then they talked at length about Britney Spears.Then one female told the other that she has eyes on this new guy in her building. The other female said, "What does he look like". The first female replied "He's kinda like a good looking, tough Bruce Willis type". The other female then said, "I prefer clean cut, handsome Keano Reeves types personally".

Seriously why on earth can people not frame a sentance without mentioning a celebrity ? Bloody Hell !

Without Glasses

Yeah, i know this is bound to surprise a few but i actually have a number, (-1.5 and -2). Surprised because i never wear my spectacles. I have always had problems looking a far away objects and i often identified people by their body shape because the face always appeared blurred. It really wasnt much of a problem to be honest and i wasnt even concerned about it too much.

However, the occupation of my preference demands eyesight of 6/6 , so its imperative that i get my LASIK done.I had an appointment today and the date is tentatively set to the second week of may.Apparently, the surgery takes just 15 minutes !

Coming Very Soon....

Doubters And Bastards !

The last 2 years has been the steepest learning curve in my short life thus far. Before that i remember bragging stuff like "there is nothing more for me to learn" , kiddish and self absorbed arrogance with a tinge of insecurity was clearly reflected from the boasts whilst little did i know that the man upstairs was looking down with a sadistic grin lighting up his wise face. "You aint seen nothing yet, laddie."

An honest opinion of myself would see me labelled as a good guy. I am likeable and polite, i like to make people happy and am rarely rude to anyone. Needless to say, i have had loads and loads of friends in the 9th and 10th. Yes, having so many friends did give me a feeling of satisfaction, and a feeling of being wanted and liked.

Though, with the passage of time i realised that the so called friendships were just a combination of parasatic companionship, hollow convinience and symbiotic indifference. ISC was filled with such experiences of being let down by the people you trusted.Jealousy is a key word and most of the time , its people's insecurity which makes them do things they normally wouldnt do. I think that was the case with many of the idiots i have had to encounter.

Now, talking about the worse breed of idiots, the ones who would smile sweetly when you looked but as soon as the back is turned, the knives are out and sharpened and you are the one they are aiming at.Dont, get me wrong , i have always welcomed constructive criticism but the criticism which is borne out of idle gossip with a view of being vindictive really hurts . But the matter of the fact is that ,you dont need hashish, cocaine or marijuana if you can prove your doubters wrong,cause its as much a drug as the other three are, its addictive and it feels wonderful . I vividly remember scoring my first goal after my long injury lay-off, i had played 3 matches before that and honestly i was rubbish. And having listened to so many snide remarks like "he is finished" , scoring that diving header and looking them in the eye was just priceless !

Its just that you have to look at yourself and the mirror and ask yourself , "Are you good enough to prove them wrong ?" The day, when the answer is in the negative would be the day that i stop respecting myself, not for knowing that i am not good enough anymore,but just for thinking that i could be.

This is vaguely how the writer of this blog looks like. Ha ha.