Elegy...

"The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me...."

T. Gray

(Elegy Written In A Country Church-Yard)

Adieu! ...Adieu!

GERMANY: 4 - ARGENTINA: 0 

The Heart Beat ends…

The Hope ends…

The Expectation ends…

The Journey ends…

The Dream Run ends…

The Rushing Back Home ends…

The Gluing Before Television ends…

The Sleepless Night ends…

The World Cup ends…

Everything ends…!

Football is supposed to be a Team-Game; played by eleven players, each having a separate position and separate role to perform in the field…

Some are to direct the ball into the opposition net, and some are to work even harder to prevent it from entering into their own…

Its rather an unusual sight, if not ridiculous, to watch almost all the members of a supposedly Team-Game to be engaged all through the ninety minutes of the play time in one sole task of scoring a goal by himself….

Trying all sorts of things… running…dribbling…drifting…shooting from distance…chipping from close range…… attempting everything to register his own name as a goal scorer in the FIFA Record Book…

Everyone has tried every possible thing to manage a Goal-Whistle to blow for his own…but not for the Country they are playing…

Everyone has tried to execute every possible thing…but not for even a single time in all the ninety minutes of official play-time to pass the ball to one fellow team-mate who is standing nearby, all unmarked,…and in a much better position to direct the ball into the net…

May be, I am not sure, that is… sorry! that was a Team playing with ELEVEN Strikers in the field! Sorry! Ask apology again, dear Diego, at least your Goal-Keeper Romero didn’t try such hilariously selfish attempts!

Diego, poor Diego, we have seen you successfully dribbling through the entire opposition single handedly and finally channelize the lather globe rest in peace inside the opponent net in many a occasion all along your career…and that is why you still glitter gloriously among the short list of All-Time-Greats!

But your Boys should have realized that neither of them bear the title “Maradona” with their names!

Had they been realized this sad little truth that all ball-players are not necessarily be Maradonas…and there never will be any more Maradonas…our attraction for the FIFA World Cup 2010 should have been still alive!

But for now….we have to cry for you Diego…

We really have to cry for you, Argentina…

For another four long….....l-o-n-g years….

Birth Day

Its July the first.

The beginning of a new month…and for me, it has a little more importance than that!

Most unfortunately this is the day when my struggle for existence had started some thirty-seven years back!

May be that beginning of the struggle for existence is so unfortunate an incident to remember that it slipped out of my memory…..and stayed in the oblivious realms of my humane retentivity till I got the first early morning call from one unwise friend with a jubilant shout that, all on a sudden, reminded me of my misfortune which began on a long past afternoon of the first day of July!

The morning mist was still overlapping the soft rays of the sun, and some of the cocks of the locality were still dubious whether to start their chorus or not….amidst of all these doubts and peaceful somnolence the unwise fella gave a ring….he was exulted for being the very first one to scream “Happy Birth Day” to my drowsy ears!

He was unaware that to me the words he spoke sound like the part of a funeral song! It indeed sounded like a lamentation! Which at once created enough reason for me to brood over my ill-fate through out the rest of the day!

Actually, what is a Birth Day for?

Well! For me, its for that we may rejoice the “Struggle for Existence” of others over and over again!