A Journey Too Long?

It all began 5 years ago, around the same time now. I thought I fell in love again. The same question arose in my mind. Is this love or just infatuation? I wasn’t over one girl and I am falling in love with another. Practically weird, but that was me. While I didn’t want to let go of the past, I also wanted to indulge in this particular future.

With a very confused mind and an already heavy heart, I decided to let go of all inhibitions and just try to follow a basic principle of ‘one-at-a-time’. This would help me be ‘normal’ while facing this girl whom I decided to not fall in love with and just leave it as infatuation.

Now a ‘normal’ me would be very nice to deal with. Friendly, unassuming, non-judgmental, no expectations, etc. All the qualities that would keep both of our minds comfortable, hers and mine. Also, the simple fact that this girl did not ‘know’ me helped to an advantage. She had no clue of my thoughts for her, what I feel or what I felt. She did not have enough time to judge my character. She did not know me, just like I did not know her.

And here I was, thinking of myself as a mature and practical person. I did not know what love was, or what infatuation is, or even the difference between the both. But I was there thinking, questioning myself, behaving ‘practically and mature’. Not that I had a clue of what these words meant, but I thought I did. You are getting a bit of the picture here. I am a thinker, which is one thing I am. I don’t know about mature or practical, but thinking came very easy to me and thinking is what changed my life. At every turn, nook and cranny in my life, I thought. Some worked for the better and most for the worse.

Coming back from the thoughts, the ‘normal’ me did not think much. At least not enough to worry about the consequences of every step I took. No inhibitions, meant no responsibilities for me and no responsibilities meant no expectations from her. It was a full circle of freedom, or so I thought. And since I did not think of what she might have been thinking, I did not presume about what could have happened and what did not.

But after all that has transpired since then, I still think back to that day and wonder.

It’s been quite a while…a long journey of truth and lies, a path filled with tales of love, lust and fidelity. Was it a journey too long?”

Jose Mourinho – The Beginning of a new Era?

Manchester United. A name that was bigger even than that of the individual likes of Christiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi.  But since that departure of Sir Alex Ferguson, things have not been that same. After his retirement was announced on 8 May 2013, the club has seen successive changes in the substantial managerial role with the likes of David Moyes (2013-2014), Louis van Gaal (2014 – 2016) and currently the renowned and most favoured successor to Sir Alex, Jose Mourinho.

While David Moyes’ stint ended in a very disappointing 2013-2014 season where Man Utd was not only unable to win any of the cup competitions, they also finished in the seventh position, thereby not qualifying for the Champions League Trophy.

Louis van Gaal, newly appointed as David Moyes’ successor after a promising World Cup stint with his native Netherlands, took charge of the club by changing the squad almost completely by bringing in players like Angel Di Maria, Radamel Falcao on loan from MonacoDaley Blind, Marcos Rojo, Ander Herrera and Luke Shaw for the 2014-2015 season and also allowing many other players to leave. Further changes for van Gaal’s squad were made in the summer transfer window of 2015 with Bastian Schweinsteiger, Matteo Darmian, Morgan SchneiderlinSergio Romero and Anthony Martial, which bolstered his squad for the 2015 – 2016 season. Even after reinforcing his team, the club’s inconsistent form was not good enough for a top four position in the league. The only good blotch amidst all was the FA cup that the side won at Wembley, 48 hours prior to his departure from the club.

Intense speculation proved true when Jose Mourinho was appointed Manchester United manager on 27 May 2016. He began his season with the Community Shield victory over league champions Leicester City at Wembley. He also acquired four exciting new players in Eric BaillyZlatan Ibrahmovic, Henrikh Mkhitaryan and club record signing Paul Pogba.

After the impressive start, things look like they are dying out as per statistics. Four wins and a draw from his opening seven Premier League games gives Mourinho 13 points, as compared with Van Gaal’s 16 points last term, which had them top of the table. But for those fans who look deep and not only statistics, it can be seen that Mourinho has made lingering changes in the way football is played at the Old Trafford.

21 weeks into his tenure as manager of this prestigious club, Mourinho has dramatically changed the attacking style, work rate, possession and with the likes of Zlatan, Eric Bailly, Pogba and England’s future prospective star Marcus Rashford, Mourinho has just begun the next installment of a fascinating tale in the Theater of Dreams.

It’s been a long time since Rock and Roll

Rock

 

“Music is a safe kind of High.” – Jimi Hendrix

That was when we had Rock and Roll. That was before musicians found a way of making maximum money – commercialisation. Commercial music of today is no more than a shame to the talent and effort involved. Music was meant to be a way of expressing emotion, letting go of the materialistic entities and diving deep into a world full of energy and connecting with the blissful nature of life.

Few people say that Rock music is painful to their ears. Too loud they say. Those very people dance to ear-piercing Electronic beats that sound the same in every “song” made. Boy bands and DJs have found a way of exploiting the definition of music to mint money.

Those few people who say Rock and Roll is uncouth and all about sex and drugs, anger and violence. Haven’t they noticed that almost all the music videos of the commercial music of today portray parties and drugs and sex too. The only difference is the quality of the music which has died and is rotting away.

A few years ago, I met Lou Majaw (Musician from Shillong) – a.k.a Bob Dylan of India, at the Guwahati airport, dressed in a tracksuit, guitar on his back. I went up to him  and said, ” Mr. Majaw, it is an honour to meet you. Unfortunately, I don’t have a pen or a phone to record this moment in my life.” He simply replied, “That’s all right. You have your soul.”

That was a Musician who spoke to me that day. Music is a getaway for the soul. Away from the daily routines, hectic schedules and boredom polluting the mind. If you stop doing things for fun, you may as well die. There is no point in just existing. It is very important to live life.

Rock and Roll is not dead, even if the attitude towards it has changed. The attitude of Rock and Roll itself is still very much alive. It still affects all other kinds of music. We only need to revive it’s vitals, because Rock and Roll will live forever.

“…a new day will dawn for those who stand strong, and the forests will echo with laughter.”

Radio Silence

I’ve asked that same one question , So many times before                                                   Waiting for the answer, I knew I wanted more

She left me there hanging, By a moment of doubt                                                                           The background noise has shut off, The last words I heard were, Over and out.

It’s radio silence between us, It has been for very long                                                                       No chirping of the microphone, Something seems so wrong

It’s radio silence between us, It has been Oh very long                                                                    No crackling on the headset, No silent goodbye song

 

 

It’s Not Just Ink

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

Writing seemed to come pretty easy for me. Well, at least that is what I always thought. But writing my first blog post did not feel like anything that can replace a pen and paper. Words used to just flow onto the paper and now I have to “flow” my fingers across the keyboard while waiting for the ideas to strike me out.

“It’s Not Just Ink” is about the true feelings that a poet or a writer would put out on a piece of paper and try to convey that message across. This message may be for an individual or meant for a mass, but how often does this message actually get through?

If we did understand their true intentions, would there be the necessity for them to write again? Or do the poets actually write them in such a manner that they don’t want to be understood, just so that they can write again?

It’s not just Ink, I say that again.