How long can a thing bug you even after the umpteen attempts to let it go? Mahatma Gandhi said,"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." Perhaps I am not that strong enough to forgive. Forgetting and forgiving gives you the peace. And when you can't do that, you alone are left with the suffering regardless of what the actual pain giver is in whatever state. It's been 15 months since this incident happened (let the incident be a secret here) and what bugs me is not that this happened but how it still feels like a fresh wound and I can't let it go. The saddest part is that the date of this incident is imprinted on my mind. As long as this continues, I won't find a moment's peace. September 23, 2017, I need to forget you.
I have no hard feelings with the concerned person anymore. But, the incident, as a whole, brings moment of conflict within me. I need to be strong. Lot more strong and not make myself suffer anymore.
मेरा मनका मायाका लहरा
ला..............मो पारेर
चङ्गामा बाँधी
तिमी भए तिर उडाउनलाई
भिसा चाहिन्छ कि चाहिन्न होला?
अचेल नेपालका आकाशमा
खोई र चङ्गाहरु?
अब बल्ल बुझ्दै छु
ती त धागोमा होइन
मायाको लहरमा गाँसिदै
कुनै अरब, कुनै अमेरिका
कुनै युरोप र कुनै अष्ट्रेलिया
पो जाँदा रहेछन् |
निला, छ्याङ्ग खुलेका आकाश
दशैँ आयो भन्छन् सबै |
तर म त देख्छु,
उराठ लाग्दो नाङ्गो रित्तो आकाश,
आमाबुवाको आशिष थाप्दै रंगीन खोज्ने
खाली, रित्तो निधार ..
दशैं त तब पो आउंथ्यो
जब शिरमा आमाबुवाको हात हुन्थ्यो
निला आकाशभन्दा पनि खुलेकी
आफ्नी प्रियसीको, साथ हुन्थ्यो
अनि पो दशैं,
दशैँ हुन्थ्यो ||
Even before starting this letter, I have this thought that you are going to find this letter incredibly boring and funny (funny not because it is humorous but because I act childish each time). I know you would not even completely read this and perhaps, that's the exact reason that I won't be sharing it to you directly. This makes me realize that I am writing this letter not for you but for myself.
I do not know how to start but let's go with how it should be. Many congratulations that you are going to the US for your Masters program and I hope you return with a PhD too. I know you will do good as you have always been that hard working guy who would push to strive for betterment with every stride. I have no doubt that you will prove to yourself that how laborious you are. Funny how I used the term 'prove to yourself' whereas anyone who do not know you would go with 'prove to others'. During this long friendship, what I have known is that you have nothing to prove to others. Your war is always with yourself. Your rival is you. Your competition is with yourself. And you have demonstrated that very thing time and again by testing yourself (or say, by engaging yourself) in every field that fascinated you. But for the sake of formality, let me wish you good luck in the States and hope that whatever challenges come forward, will be accepted and demolished.
The time has come and anxiety comes knocking. It is expected at your doorstep but why is this unwanted visitor knocking at my door? You have always been that distant but close from heart friend; be it in High school days or the two years' period of your work days in Janakpur. Your absence was always felt. You are such a go-to-guy in every step of one's life. The earphone's broken? Call Ashish. Need a trek itinerary? Call Ashish. Confused about which food is good for fishes? Call Ashish. Need a good laugh? Call Ashish. Do info about any thing? Call Ashish. Need a shoulder to lie (cry) on? Call Ashish. Need advice/life lesson/motivation/optimism? Call Ashish. Need to play futsal? Call Ashish. I can't think of things that do not relate to you. The warmness that you provide to your friends is what makes you so close despite physical distance. I know you will just remain the same wherever you go and this distance does not matter much. But why does it scare me now that you are flying to the US. Is it because I have my closest of friends swallowed by the US and I can't just feel the warmth whenever I need their shoulders to lie upon? The technology is no good. The technology is no God.
You are more of a guardian to me. A guardian who does not judge but accepts whatever flaws I have in me. And also makes me work in my flaws. You always had one true instance and were always bold in it. You did not succumb to peer pressure but you always stood against it. You were courageous to know the path that you wanted to travel and my god, how you were unshakable is beyond my imagination. One true friend. One true hero. One true inspiration to always look to. Aah! such pure soul. You will be sorely missed man. With Roshan gone (to Australia), the meeting without him are still tasteless and now you packing your bags make it hard to imagine the future days.
Nonetheless, I hope we meet soon in the future. I hope you return to Nepal. I hope we gather like the good old days and ring our laughter so loud that it gives the meaning to our existence. All those (whole night) talks in your and my home will be missed. The questions we asked to ourselves about existence, aim, future, dreams and many more might run around the clouds whenever I look up at the darkest of nights and remember our friendship. I can't promise that you won't be missed when the clouds break and hit me as rainfall.
It has become a random letter and I should be stopping now as 15 years of friendship can never fit into a blogpost. My best wishes are with you Ashish. Conquer the west!
पाँच वर्ष अघि मात्र मैले तिमीलाई यसरी चिठ्ठी लेख्छु भनेर भनेको भए सायद म आफैँ पत्याउँदिन थिएँ | तर आज मैले तिमीलाई चिठ्ठी नलेखी बस्न सकिन | साथीको साथी भन्दा भन्दै आफ्नै मनमिल्ने साथी कति खेर भयौ, त्यो सोच्न जरुरी छैन किनभने तिमीलाई आफ्नो भित्री मनको कुनामा पाउनु मेरो लागि सौभाग्यको कुरा हो | तिमी, तिमी भएकोमा धन्यवाद|
आशिषसँग भेट्दा, तिमी र अंकित सधैँ साथै भेटिने भएकाले तिमीहरुसँग पनि मित्रता प्रगाढ बन्दै गयो | तिमीसँग भन्दा अझ अंकितसँग बढी भेटघाट र घुलमिल भएकाले तिमीसँग भन्दा बढी अंकितसँग लगाव थियो | कपाल लामो पालेको, निधारमा धेरै जसो रुमाल बाँधेको अनि त्यति धेरै नबोल्ने तिमीलाई हेर्दा तिमीसँग मेरो कुरा मिल्दैन कि जस्तो लाग्थ्यो सुरुसुरुमा | फाट्टफुट्ट भेटघाटमा गहिरो मित्रता त भएको थिएन; मित्रताले गहिरो रूप त त्यति बेला लियो जब तिमी र म अन्नपुर्ण आधार शिविर गयौं | आशिष अनि अंकित दुवै नजाने भएपछी म, तिमी र तिम्रा अफिसका सहपाठीहरुसँग घुम्न जान हिच्किचाएको थिएँ | त्यतिका दिन राम्रो चिनजान नभएका मान्छे सँग कसरी जानु भनी मनमा निकै दुविधा थियो | म बरु दोस्रो चोटी आशिष श्रेष्ठ र उसका साथीहरुसँग गोसाइँकुण्ड जान तम्सिएको थिएँ | जब मैले केहि अस्पष्टता जाहेर गरी अन्नपुर्ण आधार शिविर नजाने जस्तो कुरा गरेको थिएँ, मलाई अझै याद छ, तिमीले 'Damn it Bhaskar! you are going with us' भनेको | सायद मलाई पनि आश्वाशन मिलेको थियो तिमीले त्यति भनेपछी | म तिमीसँग जान तयार भएँ |
कलंकीमा भेटे देखिन् यात्रा भरी तिमीले जसरी मलाई माया र सद्भाव देखायौ त्यो नै मेरो लागि अमुर्त साथीत्व भयो, प्रेमभाव भयो | भारतीय रास्ट्रपति मोदीले नाकाबन्दी गरेको बेला घुम्न निस्केका हामी, कलंकी देखि झण्डै पोखरा सम्म नै गाडीमा उभिएर पुगेका थियौं | सिट खाली भएपछी मलाई बस भनेर आफु उभिई राखेको, उल्लेरीको उकालोमा आफुले बोकेको ट्रेक्किंग लौरो मलाई दिई, 'तिमीलाई गाह्रो भयो जस्तो छ, म यत्तिकै हिड्न सक्छु, तिमी यो लौरो टेकेर हिंड |' भनी भनेको, घोरेपानीमा किनेको ठूलो स्याउ मैले कसैलाई नबाँढी खाएको थिएँ तर तिमीले भने एउटा स्याऊ पनि पहिला मलाई टोक्न दिई अनि मात्र आफुले खाएका थियौ | मप्रति प्रेमभाव/दया प्रदर्शन गरेको यस्ता धेरै उदाहरण छन् | यात्रा भरी मैले तिमीलाई नजिकै बाट चिन्ने मौका पाएँ, जान्ने मौका पाएँ र तिमी भित्रको निश्चलताले आफुँ छताछुल्ल हुन पाएँ | अन्नपुर्ण आधार शिविर नपुग्दै तिमीलाई मेरो मनले असल मित्रको रूपमा स्वीकारी सकेको थियो | तिमी common friend बाट proper friend भैसकेको थियौ | अन्नपुर्ण पछी, चम्पादेवीमा क्याम्पिंग, कालिन्चोक, सुकुटेमा राफ्टिंग,नगरकोट, तिलिचो गरी अनेक ठाउँ हामी सगसंगै यात्रा गरी सक्यौं | विशेष कारणले म तिमीसँग सगरमाथा आधार शिविर जान सकिन, यसको पछुतो मलाई आजपनि छ |
यो भयो विगतका कुरा, अब लागौं वर्तमान तर्फ | सर्वप्रथम, तिमीलाई बधाई अनि शुभकामना, तिमी अस्ट्रेलियामा मास्टर्स गर्न जाने भएका छौ | तिम्रो प्रगतिको कामना गर्दै उताको बसाई सफल र मङ्गल दुवै होस् भन्ने चाहन्छु | आफ्नो देश छोडेर विदेशमा गई पढ्न र काम गर्न पक्कै सहज नहोला, तर तिमी निडर, साहसी र कर्मनिष्ठ मानिस हौ र आइपरेका बाधाहरूलाई तिमीले आफ्नो बुद्धिविवेकले पन्छाउँदै आफ्नो गन्तव्यमा पुगी छोड्छौ भन्ने कुरामा दुई मत छैन | तिमीलाई चिने देखि आजसम्म मैले तिम्रो एउटा पनि अवगुण भेटेको छैन र यो सिलसिला कायम रहोस् | तिमी अस्ट्रेलियामा आफ्नो उद्देश्य पूरा गर्नु, सकेसम्म नेपाल फर्किनु | अब्बल भएर देशमा आफ्नो अब्बलता सदुपयोग गर्नु, स्वदेशलाई पनि सम्बृद्ध पार्ने सपना देख्नु | आफ्नी आमालाई, देशलाई नभुल्नु र म जस्ता साथीभाई लाई पनि मनमै राख्नु | यी त मेरा इच्छा, भित्री मनोकांक्षा र स्वार्थीपना बोलेका हुन् | यसो सोच्छु, तिमी बिनाको मेरा ट्रेक्किंग कति खल्ला होलान्, बुधबार फुटसल पछी भेट्ने चियापसल कति खाली लाग्ला, शनिबार र आइतबार कति निरस लाग्लान्, थिएटरमा लाग्ने फिलिमहरु कति दिक्दार लाग्लान् र अनायासै रातमा पागलजसरी गर्ने karaoke night कति lifeless लाग्लान् | त्यसैले लाग्छ तिमी विदेशमै नहराए हुन्थ्यो | तर त्यसो भन्न कहाँ मिल्यो र? जिन्दगी तिम्रो, दुख तिम्रो, भोगाई नितान्त तिम्रो अनि तिमीलाई यसो गर र उसो गर भन्न हामीले कहाँ मिल्यो र? तिमीलाई जे सजिलो हुन्छ त्यहि गर्नु | मेरो साथ सदैव तिमीलाई छ | माया सदैव छ | बस एउटा कुरा चाहिँ तिमीले ख्याल गर्नु; तिमी सहजै कसैलाई 'नाइँ' भन्न सक्दैनौ | विदेशमा कसैले गलत फाईदा उठाउलान्, तिमी नचाहिने कुरालाई अस्विकार गरिदिनु | नाइँ भनिदिनु | सबैलाई रिझाउनु पर्छ भन्ने छैन | बस त्यति कुरा गर्यौ भने तिम्रो चिन्ता लिनुपर्दैन हामीले यहाँ | अरुकुरा तिमीले गर्छौ भन्नेमा म विश्वस्त छु |
तिमीसँगको गहिरो दोस्ती भएको लगभग ३ वर्षे यात्रामा निकै कुरा एकसाथ गरियो | सुख, दुखका सायद हरेक पाटो केलाईयो | तिम्रो मनमा मेरोलागि के स्थान छ म भन्न सक्दिन तर तिमी मेरा लागि असल मित्र मात्र नभई ( म भन्दा कान्छो भए पनि) एक असल दाजु जस्तो पनि छौ किनभने तिमीले मलाई आफ्नो भाई जस्तै माया गरेको छौ | यो कुरा भन्दा मलाई तिलिचोको एउटा घटनाको याद आउँछ | मुस्कान र म अर्कै बाटो लागेर २ घण्टा हराएर तिमीहरु भएको ठाउँमा आउंदै गर्दा, तिमीलाई भेटेको र तिमीले गाली गरेको सम्झना अझै ताजा छ | तिमीलाई देख्दा असाध्यै खुसी र डर एकसाथ लागेको थियो | जस्तो कि केहि गल्ती गरे पश्चात भाइले दाजुलाई भेटे जस्तै | खुसी किन लाग्यो भने, अब आफुँ सुरक्षित भैयो भन्ने कुरा मनमा आएको थियो | डर किन लाग्यो भने अब तिमीले हामीलाई गाली गर्छौ भन्ने ठानेर | नभन्दै त्यस्तै भयो, तिमी यात्राको क्रममा दुईवटा चस्मा हराएकाले चस्मा खोज्दै आउँदा हामीसंग जम्काभेट हुनु र सोझै हामीमाथि खनिनु मलाई निकै रमाइलो लाग्यो | आँखा भरिएर आएका थिए मेरा | "तिमीहरु जान्ने भएर नचाइने बाटो गयौ होइन? हिरो भएर जुनपायो त्यहि बाटो कसले जानु भन्यो तिमीहरुलाई" भनेर तिमीले गाली गर्दा कस्सम कस्तो खुसी लागेको थियो | अब त्यसरी यात्राको क्रममा गल्ती गर्दा, कसले गाली गर्ला रोशन मलाई? तिमी त उता अस्ट्रेलियामा हुनेछौ | खैर, समय भन्दा बलवान कोहि छैन, जसरी समयले हामीलाई साथी बनायो त्यसरी नै जिन्दगीको अनन्त यात्राभर समयले नै हामीलाई र हाम्रो मित्रतालाई बाँधी रहनेछ भन्नेमा म आशावादी छु |
तिमी, म, श्रृष्टी, अंकित अनि आशिष मिली hi5 बनेका थियौं र आशा छ यो मित्रता आजीवन कायम रहोस् | आई विल मिस यु रोशन; सो विल hi5. अझ धेरै ठाउँ सँगै घुम्ने, धेरै मुविज सँगै हेर्ने, धेरै हाँसो सँगै हाँस्ने, धेरै रुवाई सँगै रुने अनि धेरै जन्मदिन सँगै मनाउने सपना बोकी तिमीलाई अस्ट्रेलियामा सफलता मिलोस् भन्ने कामना गर्दै अहिलेलाई यो चिठ्ठी यहिं टुंगाउन चाहन्छु | र तिमी चाँडै नै अस्ट्रेलियाबाट 'ओइ ढकाल' भनेर परदेखि हाँस्दै आएको देख्न र सुन्न पाउँ | बस्! मान्छेलाई खुसी हुन धेरै केहि चाहिंदैन | नारायण गोपालले गाएको गीत जस्तै, 'एउटा साथीको साथले कति फरक पार्दछ जिउनुमा ...'
I had just changed the school and it was my first day at my new school. As a new student, my uniform was not ready for the first day. Thus, I was in casual dress. In addition to that, I also did not possess the complete set of my textbooks. I had bought some books before the school hour and it turned out that rest of them would arrive only after a week. I was utterly disappointed. At the very first day, I had no uniform, only half text books with me and frightened to the bones as I marched towards the new school for the very first time with a long face, of course.
The first day was eventful as most of the teachers asked me about my uniform and books, as I introduced myself to them. Time ticked slow and in the third period, a giant (giant in a sense that she was tall and bulky and her high heels aided to that too) lady teacher entered the class-room. She introduced herself as an English teacher and after she shared some laughs, she started the very first lesson. It was a poem by Late Indian poet Harindranath Chattopadhyay ( sorry I forgot the name of the exact poem but remember his name because it seemed funny to me at that time). She made us write the poem in our exercise-book and so we did. As soon as we copied it, the period was over and before she left, she asked us to memorize the poem by the next day. We all nodded and she left.
Fast forward to the next day; she entered and asked if we memorized it. Faint mixture of ‘yes and no’ voice was vaguely heard and disappeared in the thin air quickly. Without losing a single moment, she made us stand up one by one and asked us to recite the poem from our memory. Only some did and many could not, including myself. And she asked us to justify the cause of our failure. No wonder, one of the students came up with a cunning excuse. ‘Teacher, I am yet to buy the textbook. Even if I wanted to, I could not memorize the poem.’ That was a valid justification. She asked if there were others with the same reason. Many raised their hands , I did not. Despite not having the textbook with me, I stood up not letting myself pardoned. Many got seated with big sigh of relief in their faces but I did not. We all had copied the poem the previous day in our exercise book. And if we wanted, we could have memorized the poem via that. My friends deceived the teacher. I did not want to do that. I cursed myself for not memorizing the poem. And I thought I deserved the punishment.
I was further asked, by the teacher, the reason of my failure to memorize the poem. I kept quiet. I did not want to demonstrate my honesty (about poem noted down on copies by everyone) as most of my friends got away from being punished with that cunning excuse. Had I told the teacher, they could have been ridiculed. I deserved the punishment and it was no point dragging my friends along with me. It was my idea to punish myself for what I did not do that I was asked of, when it could have been done easily. I was honest to myself. I was right to let me be punished. I was shameful for my failure but proud to what I did subsequently.
Sadly as I write this today, I am no more the same kid. The paragons of virtue, I possessed then, have come downhill. As I swim in my memory lane and meet myself from the past, I hardly can look straight at those honest eyes. Today, I am full of excuses, dishonesty and I lack dignity. At times, when I meet that kid in my memory lane, I get to learn a lot from him. From being that kid to now, I have come a long way, read hundreds of books, experienced a lot and still I remain a grown up with my dignity so down. I have not become better but gotten much worse.
This makes me think of William Wordsworth’s poem ‘The Rainbow’ also known as ‘My Heart Leaps Up’ where he states in the seventh line, ‘The child is the father of the man.’ It has been famously interpreted as ‘the conduct of a child indicates what he will become when he grows up’. But I wonder, if it matches with me? How about the other interpretation that I like and resembles to my situation? “The child could be a source of learning for adults; as far as his innocence, curiosity and honesty are concerned. As we grow up we would have lost them all, and it is time we re-learn them from the child?” This seems fair.
Dear Wayne, it was Euro 2004 that I first got the glimpse of you. As a England fan (thanks to David Beckham for both club and country support), I was watching you (the 18 year old kid) play for the first time as a 13 year old kid myself. As you scored two goals against Switzerland, I became your fan instantly, secretly wishing to see you in United's colour. Two months later, my wish came true and you were the most expensive teenager in Britain's history. What a signing you were.
David Beckham made me watch football and support United. But it was you, Wayne, who made me fall in love with this game. You were talented, passionate, hungry for goals, aggressive and tireless. It was such a privilege to watch you play. You were so selfless that you often sacrificed yourself for the sake of the team. You played in wings, center mid and attacking mid just to makeup the weak areas of the team. You were such a team player. Never selfish. It was pleasure to see you play. Every minute.
I never thought that this day would come to bid you farewell from Manchester United. I always wanted you, Wazza, to retire at United and used to think that you would go on till late thirties (at United). But, not everything goes the way we want. I was 13 when you came to the Theatre of Dreams and 13 years later, I feel that my childhood is over. My childhood hero is gone. My best player is gone. It will be a shame to see you in non-United colour. Dear Wayne, blue does not suit you at all. Not one bit. And it will be odd to see that legendary no. 10 Red Shirt worn by other player, no matter how high profile he is. How I wish you were still a Red Devil.
When I think of United, I think of you Wayne. And it will take some time for me to accept that you are gone. Every time we conceded, I searched for you to rescue us. I was always so sure that you would take us out of such situations and guide us to glory. And you did. You won us so many matches and trophies. I am habituated to that for 13 years Wayne. I know, when United concedes, I will still search you but you won't be there. How painful will that be? Goals of all sorts viz. acrobatic, tap ins, headers, long range, free-kicks, volleys, penalties and sublime chips will be missed. As selfless as you were, I will miss all the assists too and not to forget those Paul Scholes-esque diagonal balls and vision. Not to mention the passion for the game.
You came into the team full of talented players and legends of the game. But you fitted so perfectly like a missing puzzle. You came and you conquered; broke a number of records and wrote your name in the history books. I feel sorry for the youngsters who never got to see you play. Wayne Rooney from 2004 to 2012 was absolutely joy to watch and was a world winner. Your charisma, passion, hunger and selflessness for the game made me love you instantly and boy, it was never over. I kept adoring you making you the synonym of Manchester United. Your stats prove that you never disappointed.
Countless strikers came and departed the club but you remained. You were not perfect, you had your moments that proved you were human. You erred. But you covered those moments with your brilliance, repaying the fans with what they wanted from you. You delivered. And that explains your character. When you were on the field, it never felt like you were giving any less than 100%. You gave more. One more aspect I love about your game was you tracking back to win the ball from the opponent. You, a striker, were seen defending and within a flash, you were there counter-attacking and scoring a belter. At times, it was like seeing countless Rooneys on the same field at the same time. That was a joy to watch Wayne. But there is only one Rooney. And you are off to Everton. I will miss that particular passionate player on the field in a red shirt.
253 goals for Manchester United will stand tall for years to come. And perhaps, no one will break that record in the modern era of football where loyalty is rare. And that is what makes you a legend and like Ander Herrera mentioned I will gladly tell my grandchildren about you Wazza. In an era of (arguably) the two greatest of all time, Messi and Ronaldo, I will not let the story of certain Wayne Mark Rooney die. For what you did for United is no less and your name will forever be in Golden letters in the history of Manchester United. 'Remember the name, Wayne Rooney', Clive Tyldesley said when you broke into world football making waves as you scored that screamer against Arsenal in a blue shirt. No wonder, the world will remember your name for years as the (arguably) greatest Manchester United player.
As your big fan, I wish you all the very best for your future Rooney. You are still just 31 and can play around 5 years more (though you have got only 2 years' of contract at Everton, I hope it gets extended). During this time, I wish you score more goals and break another record that Alan Shearer holds. May you be the top scorer of Premier League too and also break into the England team. I hope you get selected for the World Cup team and score more goals for England, stretching the record far.
Before I stop writing, I would like to thank you Wayne for making me love this sport and for countless memories. I will never forget your goals and assists, your moments of magic and the inspiration that you injected in us through your play. Thank you for 13 superb years and 16 trophies. While you were here, you as a player won everything that could have been won. What a great career you had, Wazza. But it's time to part ways. Adios Captain. You came as a kid and left as a Legend. All the best for the future and yes, I would like to see you back in Old Trafford after you hang up your boots. Lastly, I would like to describe you in short borrowing a Martin Tyler quote here:
"Rooney! It defies description! How about 'sensational'? How about 'superb'?"
Farewell Legend. It's an end of an era. You have been a great servant of the club.
- Yours greatest fan,
Bhaskar Dhakal
Finally, I would like to share my top 10 goals of Wayne Rooney scored as a RED DEVIL.
10. What better than the debut goals to start with? I pick not one but all his 3 goals in this position. Hat-trick in a debut match in a European competition as a Red Devil. Wayne Rooney, You beauty!!
9. This goal is special as this was his first against the Scousers and I loved the long range goal. Goal vs Liverpool is always so special :)
8. That chip goal against Pompey in FA cup was genius. Always in love with that goal. Shows the technical ability of Rooney. Brilliant.
7. What a counter attack from the deadly duo.. Ronnie and Rooney and what a sublime finish by Wayne Rooney..
6. This goal vs Arsenal is what a typical Rooney does.. Behold his run, his passion, undying hunger for the goal. And, not to forget his deadly finishing. This is perfect. (Just fast forward to 1:55 for the goal. I could not find the individual video)
5. The champions' League final goal vs Barca.. He scored but United lost. (fast forward to 1:16)
4. The record breaking goal via Freekick vs Stoke. What a goal that was to score 250th goal for United surpassing the legendary Sir Bobby Charlton.
3. The half way line volley from Rooney. Watch and adore..
2. Did we talk about volley? What better volley than this? An angry Rooney. A typical aggressive Wayne Rooney finishes a wonderful volley of all time.
1. Rooney... Oh wonderful.. what a goal.. at what a time.. in what a place.. what a player.. Wayne Rooney.. out of this world..
"I just want to tell you nothing You don't want to hear All I want is for you to say Oh why don't you just take me Where I've never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my breath I love you 'till the end."
It's midnight and I really craved to listen to this song 'Love you till the end' by Pogues. I did. And, instead of mollifying my craving, there was a ripple effect. Of course, what was I thinking? There's always a ripple effect, isn't it? Especially when you are not sleeping while the world is busy dreaming. So what's the ripple effect? Holy Moly! The ripples went afar to trigger the sweet memories of Holly and Gerry. Yes, I wanted to watch P.S. I love you, all of a sudden. I was half way through when the time steadily went on to greet the 2 AM mark, but the craving is too obdurate to settle for anything. There was another craving to write in my blog. So, this is it. I am writing stuffs. Now, the craving has changed its hand. Back to movie again. See ya later.
You might be wondering when I'll come write next. Yes, I am back now. Holly is reading the letter which Gerry left for her in his parents' home. Standing right at the Gerry's Fort, Holly reads the letter where Gerry describes the time they first met. 'I am lost', she says to Gerry, while in a state of quandary, after not knowing where she has reached. On the other hand, Gerry looks at her, gets stunned by her beauty and thinks to himself that she is not. This scene is one of my best movie scenes of all time. The chemistry between these two actors in this particular scene is so alluring that I must have watched this particular scene over a thousand times. Seriously. Hey! I am re-watching the scene. Excuse me for sometime though. Till then, why don't you play the Galway Girl?
I don't know if you played that song or not, but I finished watching the whole damn movie. Aah! this feels nice. Finally, the craving seems to be subsided. Sometimes, things go down the crazy lane and we go with the flow. Guess what? Happiness seems to come along that way though. Unplanned. Even I would not have predicted in my wildest dreams, let alone planned, to watch this movie at the quietest hour of the night. I might be the only person to watch movies like this alone. To crave for random things; ALONE. Well let me quote Holly's mother from the movie, "Thing to remember is if we are all alone then we are all together in it too." I watched the movie alone. You are reading this musing alone. And, at the end, we came together in our alone-ness. Thank you for the time at these odd hours. I crave for sleep now.
