World Cup 2018

It’s 11th July 2018, 11.30 pm, England vs Croatia

I am comfortable in the sofa watching TV, ready for the game, nervous that the giant will crush Croatia. Five minutes in, Trippier nudged England ahead with his free kick. Yeah, it was impressive. Like, I can’t imagine the amount of talent required to curve the ball over the players ahead and then make it go into the goal. Impressive!
But, as I was supporting Croatia, it just got me down, and I decided to skip the game and just go to sleep.

And yes obviously I regretted it the next morning at 3 am, when I checked the score and it was Croatia 2-1 !!!! I actually screamed out with joy in the eerie quiet; Croatia was going ahead to the Finals !!!!

A friend teased me later that I don’t have trust on the team I support. What could I do? I was supporting the so-called ‘Dark Horse’ of the tournament!

It’s 14th July 2018, 7.30 pm, England vs Belgium

What a game! What a game! What A Game!

The Golden Boot winner, Harry Kane was nowhere to be seen or heard of during the match; while most of the Belgian team made an amazing effort during the whole of the game. Lukaku, De Bruyne, HAZARD! Courtois!

Belgium defeated England the second time this World Cup. 😛

It’s 15th July 2018, 8.30 pm, Croatia vs France

I am comfortable in the sofa watching TV, ready for the game, nervous that the giant will crush Croatia. Croatia are really giving France a hard time and it really amps up my enthusiasm. This is the kind of team you support for a World Cup Final. The team with the do or die attitude, with the resilience of a racing horse.

The team played an awesome game, and the mishaps giving France the first 2 goals were just that, mishaps. It was almost like they were handed on a silver platter 2 free goals. The next 2 goals by France – they were pure talent. Amazing goals. But the first two ? Nah, that was chance, luck, error of judgement.

The equalizing goal by Perisic was… wow! I need to learn more adjectives.

I am not proud to say that I gave up watching the game after France’s fourth goal at the 65th minute. I couldn’t bear watching after that goal. So, I missed the 69th minute goal by Mandzukic. slapping forehead

A newspaper headline read ‘Our head was won over by France, but our heart by Croatia’. That is perfect! ❤

To summarize, this World Cup though not one of my favorite ones as compared to the others that I remember watching, was pretty entertaining. The first World Cup that I remember watching was with my family and it was the 2006 one. The one which ended with Zidane’s head butt! There is not much that my Dad and I bond over, but that year we spent nights in front of the TV watching games between countries we didn’t support. The same was for the 2010 World Cup, with our family divided against each other. The 2014 World Cup (Germany!! woohoo) and this one, I was not with my family and I silently enjoyed it at home. But, who knows where I will be for the next World Cup.

2020! In Qatar!! Not that I will be in Qatar 😉 The World Cup will be held there.

P.S. I did watch more games, but that would make this post so, so, so long.

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Ramblings: (13/07/2018)

While driving back home, I usually take a route which includes driving past a lot of residential areas; so I tend to encounter many pets and strays on the road, sometimes even squirrels and frogs ! But usually, I see them from afar. So I get the time needed to mentally prepare for any sudden movements.

Well getting back to the story, yesterday night I left for home a little later than my usual late timing. On a particular road, I could see two cars heading towards me; that I can handle. It is a two-lane road. But, what I didn’t calculate for was a dog suddenly popping out from the scary amount of shrubbery on the side of the road. So, he was basically 2 inches from the car; and as usual I was driving at 50-60 km/hr. Involuntarily, I braked sharply and swerved to the right, directly in front of the two incoming cars and somehow managed to swerve to the left in some seconds; avoiding the cars altogether; and most importantly avoiding the dog, who when I looked through my rear view mirror later, was happily jogging along the road.

That moment scared me so badly that I spent a good 10 mins driving at 30 km/hr. I know it’s minor compared to other accidents, but so many things raced through my mind later. Maybe it’s a survival instinct; the mind is configured to show us all we could lose, all that could happen, if we went ahead with a scenario that scared us badly, to tell us not to try that again.

Mumbai Trip 2018

We reached Pune one fine sleepy morning, sat around for sometime, then I being a little nervous about the trip, hustled everyone to get ready.
We were going to Mumbai! ❤
My first trip to the city sans family. Yeah, it was going to be just one day! But, yayyy! 😀 We then went for breakfast and then hurried along to catch the bus.

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That’s Shweta and Me in the front, and Ani sitting behind us. That scary looking black thing is my interpretation of a lady with a scarf on her face (to save herself from the sun). 

The bus, actually a Traveller, Force Traveller, which was being called a tempo for some reason dropped us at Dadar. The journey was around 4 hours long, but we passed a lot of long, dark tunnels (I actually planned on keeping a count of the tunnels, but then I grew bored of them, could be 6-7 tunnels or more), too many tolls and some really beautiful valleys. It was raining on and off; so every time it did start raining, Thwe and I would turn to Ani and scream, ‘Ani!! It’s raining!‘. Mostly it was me, as I was not prepared to walk around in the ever so popular pouring ‘Mumbai rain’. Yeah, being a Goan, staying in Goa, I am not expected to complain, but I am usually in the comfort of my house, office or car when its pouring cats and dogs outside. Ani did this funny thing of poking his head in between our seats prompting us to call him ‘Mundi’ (Head).

It had just stopped raining when we reached Dadar, so you can guess how wet and icky the road was. We hopped and jumped from the Traveller (mini-bus?) onto the footpath.

Our next stop was the Gateway of India. We had to decide whether to travel by the local buses or book an Ola/Uber. While I was practicing my Hindi reading (reading names of places buses were bound for), Ani booked an Ola which took some time to arrive. The funny thing was a guy who got down with us from the mini-bus got into a cab while we were booking the Ola and all we could do was stare at him in shock and then scream at Ani like, ‘Ani!!!‘.

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Standing on the footpath at Dadar waiting for the cab.

The cab driver came in maybe 10 mins, by which time it drizzled a little. The cab driver started the journey with a small joke like look how much time this GPS is showing on my application. Go to see it was showing 3 hours to go from Dadar to Colaba. 3 hours! For a moment I did really think that it would take that long, as traffic is something I hear a lot about in these metro cities. But, then he burst out laughing; so I kind of understood it was a joke. 😀 Happy fella.

To be continued…
(You don’t know how happy typing out that above line makes me! 😀 ❤ )

P.S. please forgive my amateur drawings 😀 You will see many more of them in my later posts so I hope I get better 😀

Movie Review: Far From The Madding Crowd (2015)

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Starring:
Carey Mulligan, Matthias Schoenaerts, Micheal Sheen, Tom Sturridge.

Directed by:
Thomas Vinterberg

Released in:
2015
Synopsis:
A humble shepherd proposes to an independent, free spirited girl staying at her aunt’s house. She refuses his offer. But, by a twist of luck/fate their lucks are interchanged. The shepherd’s flock jump off a cliff and he is forced to leave in search for work. The girl’s uncle leaves her his estate and farm. What happens when the shepherd lands a job working in the farm that the girl is now a mistress of.

Review:
During the weekend I wanted to watch a sweet and simple love story. This is what came to my mind and it’s exactly what I watched.

The movie is an adaptation of the novel by Thomas Hardy; apparently his fourth novel, which I haven’t read as yet, so I am so in love with this movie, which may not the case after I read the novel. Coz as usual, novels are always (mostly) better than their movie counterparts.
0022bmatthias2bschoenaerts2bas2bgabriel2boakI love how Gabriel Oak, known as Mr. Oak during most of the movie, doesn’t abandon Bathsheba even when she does the most stupidest thing possible, even after Mr. Oak tells her she shouldn’t. Later she herself admits it was a huge mistake, but he doesn’t admonish her for it. He just says – ‘Go to bed, I’ll finish it on my own‘. The ‘it’ meaning covering hay stacks before impending rain could ruin them. Matthias Schoenaerts – was good in this character. I loved the way he tried to look humble by looking down and not having direct eye contact with the people giving orders.
maxresdefaultBathsheba Everdeen- the independent, free spirited woman, seems to just want to play the field but doesn’t want to marry until she meets a particular person who has her feelings in a riot. That’s when she gets married in a hurry. Carey Mulligan was good as Bathsheba. It’s kind of understandable, being young and an owner of a farm and lands; you don’t want to go, get married to someone and get your power taken away from you. I loved that her character got involved in most of the activities in her farm even though she was the Mistress. Her line to the shepherd- ‘If I ever were to marry I’d want someone to tame me, and you’d never be able to do it‘. Applause please !
mv5bmjiyntmzmja4nf5bml5banbnxkftztgwnzmynze1nde-_v1_cr060640360_al_ux477_cr00477268_al_Mr. Bloomwood’s character, I can’t really wrap my mind around why he did what he did. He was jilted by some old love of his, yeah. He wanted stability in his life, yeah. So, he kept proposing to Bathsheba, makes sense too. He almost seemed desperate to settle down.

madding-crowd5-e1431934665958Frank Troy and Fanny Robbin were victims of wrong timing. I can’t imagine how it felt to wait at the altar for your bride and she not arriving. I can also not imagine going to the wrong church for your wedding and realizing at the same time your fiance is waiting at another church.
Yeah, it will never happen in Goa, as the whole clan knows the where, when, who, why of a wedding.
The line Frank says to Bathsheba when she tells him not to kiss Fanny’s dead lips – ‘This woman, dead as she is, is more to me than you ever were, or are, or can be. You are nothing to me now‘.
According to me, being with Frank was like a slap to Bathsheba, bringing her down to Earth.
Summarizing, it is a good movie to watch when you crave a romantic movie on days spent inside your room, with it pouring outside. 😀

Anyone read the novel? Is it similar to this particular movie?

Ramblings: 20/06/2018

A conversation between me and my friends (Thwe and Twinie) during lunch today:

I : You know? The goalkeeper of Egypt, who’s a Muslim, didn’t accept a Man-of-the-Match trophy! Why? because it was sponsored by Budweiser!
Friend : Ehh? Why so?
I :  Muslims apparently don’t drink. Is that true ?
Thwe and Twinie (in unison): Yeah, they are not supposed to.
I : But, some drink right, some.
Friend : Yeah, maybe some drink, but he must be strictly following the rules.
I : But, in this age, you can’t say I am from this religion and not do a certain thing, right?
Friend : Hmm..

After maybe an hour, I realized I too am surely saying No to certain things, just because I think a Christian or more precisely a Catholic, shouldn’t be taking part in such things. Forget religion (though it seems to be one of the biggest segregating category among us), there are so many things we say No to, just because we think being under a certain category of people makes us different.
Like, for example, I cannot do that! I am an Indian (or like we Goans tend to boast – Aami Goenkar, aami kornai he kaam). Or maybe you blame it on your gender. Like I am a guy, I cannot do that !?

So easy to judge people just because they are different than us. But, when it comes to us, we too follow the same values that we despise in others.

Movie Review: Annihilation (2018)

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Starring:
Natalie Portman, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Gina Rodriguez

Directed by:
Alex Garland

Released on (India):
March 22/23 2018

Synopsis:

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The meteor that causes the Shimmer hitting the lighthouse.

A meteor strikes a lighthouse on Earth; which leads to a phenomenon called the “Shimmer” around the whole area. As months and years pass by, this shimmer increases in area encroaching on vast swamps. The army has sent many teams into the Shimmer but they never come back; and contact with the teams is lost almost as soon as they enter the Shimmer.
The army now collects a team of female scientists, given the task of reaching the lighthouse and coming back. One of the ladies is a former soldier, whose husband is the only person to have come out of the Shimmer.

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The team heading towards the Shimmer.

Review:

Hey I just found out this, the movie is based on a novel by Jeff VanderMeer. I have not yet read any of his books, but I think I ought to. Just as a gift to my imagination.
The movie was amazing to watch. The Shimmer with its surrounding multi color hues; the inside was even more beautiful, with all the pretty flowers. The animals are something I don’t want to discuss as they would be spoilers but Whoa! The whole idea about the Shimmer is Whoa!
It was pretty slow though and there were times I found myself looking at the clock instead of being engrossed in the movie. The dance/fight scene between Lena and the thing was boring, irritating and weird; or maybe it was the score that was playing in the background which I found even more irritating.
I am not really a fan of Natalie Portman, so I pretty much didn’t like any of her scenes. It was good to see Jennifer Leigh in a serious role. The only other place I have seen her in is Atypical, a comedy series where she plays the mother of an autistic high-schooler.
These science fiction movies! you can never really get an answer to your questions, like what happened to Ventress? Did Josie actually become those humanoid plant structures? What mutation was the animal that attacked Sheppard. She was a good character, why did they kill her off first?
Maybe I should read the trilogy and find out for myself what exactly is going on! or I may end up with even more questions!!!

Review: Outlander

 

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(L-R) The hand is Frank Randall. Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser. James (Jamie) Fraser

Okay, let me first start by saying how much I LOVE the opening credits song of this series, to be precise, of Season 1, which is without the French mixed into it. It had me humming daily.
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, say could that lass be me…. <3<3

The series is based on a novel series by Diana Gabaldon. It’s about a British army nurse – Claire Beauchamp Randall, from the 1940s, who is magically transported to the 1700s during a Scottish uprising (in the 1700s).

To be honest, the only way I knew a little of these uprisings was from Braveheart, which I was not sure happened in real life. But, I like some good drama, add some history and romance to it, and voila! you have just served me the perfect dish! I binge-watched Season 1 in a day. Season 2 took some time to stomach, or maybe it was because I was watching Vikings Season 4 (Part 2) alongside.

[29th May 2018]: Yeah, I stopped watching the series after Season 3 Episode 11. It got too boring, melodramatic and recursive.
The beautiful countryside shots were a huge plus point of the series.
The series premise was a little irritating though. A is married to and loves B, A falls through a rabbit hole, is found by C, is forcefully married to C and obviously falls in love with C, falls back through the hole and finds B again.
There! I practically explained the whole of Season 1 ! 

What a fresh new story!! Lol.

I still love the opening credits of Season 1 though! ❤

Compliments

Friend: “you looked good today.”

I (scrunching my face): “oh please.”

Friend: “true re”

I (scrunching my face more): “what’s wrong with you today.”

Does any one else have a problem with compliments?
My friend did a good thing, giving me the ‘compliment’ after I was changed and back to my normal shabby self.
Why?
Well, I tend to go out of my way to look weird after I get complimented.
I sometimes scrunch my face even when I hear the word – compliment. scrunch
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Some years back,

Colleague: Hey, good morning!

I: Hi, Good morning.

Colleague: Hey, you let your hair down today, and a new top !! Looking good!

I (scrunching my face): Hehe, thank you.

When my colleague leaves, I quietly wear my hoodie and tie my hair.

It’s like my own personal allergy. 😀

Yes, I do feel a little more confident after a compliment, but it tends to unsettle me and makes me overly self-conscious.

Psst… doesn’t that smiley look depressed and ill ? Tried to copy one with a scrunched face, from the net. 😀 I feel sad for the smiley 😀

Ramblings: 22/05/18

In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that my Mom was at home with me these days. Well, she’s still here after extending her stay by another month. As much as my Dad and brother are counting the days till Mom joins them, I am counting the days till she will be gone, and I will be alone again.

Some people who know me, will think I am waiting for it happily, as I usually like living alone – there is no good way to say that. But having Mom with me for around 2 months was like the most comfortable time I have had here for a long time. Even managed to give me some motivation to show up at office for the crappy work.

It’s going to be difficult to get used to doing things without Mom. Coming back to an empty house, waking up on time for office instead of lazing for an extra 15 mins, will have to search for company to go anywhere, cooking my instant meals instead of having hearty, heavy meals.

Everyone just expects me to be able to bear it, as I have been handling it for so many years. “Handling” is an easy word to say – doesn’t describe the hours I spend thinking of a way to leave and join my family, the hours I spend consoling myself when I can’t find a way, the hurt I feel when relatives casually ask me, “Oh, you like Goa so much? That’s why you’re not going to your family?”.

It especially hurts when Mom is preparing excitedly to leave. I know, I know, Dad and my brother need her more than me. I can’t say all these things to Mom, as she would surely feel bad, so my rant here. 🙂

Thanks for reading 🙂

Ramblings: (13/05/2018)

One of the common tunes/songs played during a funeral is ‘Lord, I’m coming home’, and it never fails to slightly choke me. 

“I’ve wandered far away from God
Now I’m coming home
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod
Lord, I’m coming home

Coming home, coming home
Nevermore to roam
Open wide Thine arms of love
Lord, I’m coming home”

Maybe I have a memory attached to it, or it could just be the meaning of the hymn.