Sunday, May 31, 2009

S*** Happens!!

I have had friends calling me and sending me messages left, right and centre this last week. it had something to do with a certain 'Dream Final' that happened in Rome on wednesday night. Some of the comments that came my way were as follows!!

"Arshad...whats up?? Did you go to work today?? Are you feeling alright?? Its ok..there's always next season. snigger."

“tough luck dude! Barca are just too good and Ronaldo is a wanker with a funny accent! Lol”

“yeah....and those women who think he is uber hot.ridiculous!!!... He looks like a squirrel..and Arshad lets use your "boys and men" quote again..shall we??”

“tough night for united and fans...now mate last night was really men against boys shall i say??”

As a person who supports manchester United, last three years have been one hell of a ride. Ronaldo and Rooney coming of age under the guidence of Sir Alex have given many supporters innumerable priceless moments. So it obviously came as a rude shock to see what actually happened during the finals. Never in my years as a supporter ( And trust me!! i watch all united games!!) have i seen this team outplayed like the way it had been and that too on a big stage. (They always show up with their A -game on a big stage). And hence, it was a serious reality check of major proprtions to say the least.

But Hey S*** Happens!! Such is life!!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Peer Pressure!!

I had a very interesting conversation with a very old friend of mine. His state of mind still high from the last night partying.

The conversation mainly revolved around my lack of enthusiasm to the concept of marriage. Apparently, he had met my mother couple of weeks earlier and she had said to him “I ve totally given up on him. Written off case”. And as a good friend he called up to knock some good sense into me. For the record, I don’t usually entertain such calls from anybody. But I ve known him since I was ten and my usual ways of slipping out of conversations don’t really work with him.

After an hour of rambling talks from both ends he concluded I have an IQ of his 2 year old son and that he doesn’t care who I get married to, but I ve another one and half years to get married or he s coming down to wherever I am hiding and whack the s*** out of me.

Peer Pressure!!! Bloody Hell!!

Thank you for the time given though mate!! That was very thoughtful!!