Swallow

She walked everyday aimlessly along the freeway, no where to go, no place to be.
Just wandering along the streets like a lost soul.
Looking through her eyes, you could feel the sorrow and the pain, but her face had a smile as always; a desperate attempt to hide what wishes not to be hidden.

A lot of friends she has; friends that she willed to keep for a lifetime yet through circumstances she's drifted away from. Though she wishes to have them back, she foolishly fails to attempt doing so.

She's not using her head, it feels like she's just going wherever the wind takes her.
Her story might seem like a common occurrence, but "is it?", that's the thought that goes through her head.
Is she really that ordinary? Or is there a purpose of her being?

She's listening to her heart, but it's always shy of an answer or answers.
"Whats this bullshit of listening to her heart?" she rethinks. Everybody expects her to be a certain person yet she's the only one unsure of who she is anymore.

An experience of a lifetime!

It’s a surreal experience. Definitely one that will last a lifetime!

The Genfest has meant so many different things to each of us; most similar and maybe a few different.

Nevertheless the experience has been an unforgettable one; one that we could carry home with

us like a flame, to spread it wherever we are, and in whatever we do.

At the ‘Scoula Gen’, we truly renewed our faith in Jesus forsaken. 

We went back to the very basics of what it really means to be a ‘gen’. We pride ourselves at being in this world-wide gen movement, and how we have the power of changing the world by just living the WORD. The awe-inspiring presence & the shared experiences of Chiara’s first companions gave us deeper

insight into her life and about theirs as well.

We also learned more about the COLOURS and how Chiara lived them, and how she willed us

to live them as well. We discussed Orange and Indigo. We were divided into 32 groups, out of

which half discussed Orange and the other half Indigo. I got the Indigo team. This was the first

time that we actually went in detail of a particular colour and so it was a beautiful experience;

we discussed the difficulties we gen face when it comes to this particular colour; How we go

about talking about ourselves and the movement to people who are unknown to it or more

importantly people who’ve lost their faith? Strong experiences were shared.

Then we also spoke about ways in which we gen could keep in touch with each other knowing

that most of us are busy with different aspects of our lives and some of us live away from home

where there may not be a focolare house. The give and take of ideas and experiences was

inspiring.

What struck me the most about the whole school was the simplistic approach Chiara had

towards love and how it can have such a profound meaning in our lives. The six simple

words ‘Everything that is mine is ours’, made me retrospect my own live and existence.

The whole experience made me think back on how I am living my life. I found myself to be

selfish. I kept thinking about my previous thoughts; “How am I going to the genfest”, ‘What

am I going to do?” etc. But then in retrospect when I pondered upon what Chiara said

about ‘everything that is mine that is our’ it dawned upon me that there are things in this world

that is larger than us. Youth from all over the world we living in a selfless manner but what

inspired me the most were my own Indian gen; gen who were concerned about the other

person not being able to attend the genfest, and not only show concern but practically take

steps to help them. Besides that helping one another do their best and sharing, not only for our

performances but also while travelling, meeting new people and so on.

Being in Chiara’s house was a grace beyond words; I walked past from room-to-room in awe of

her humble settings. As you step into her home, it gives you the feeling that ‘YES, she LIVED

here!’. Every little detail of the house assured me that she’d overseen it. Every gift she got from

her travels and visits had a special place and meaning. The house wasn’t fancy, wasn’t flashy.

It didn’t even give you the feeling that a woman who started a WORLD WIDE REVOLUTION

lived here. You felt like the person who lived here was homely, caring and loving. Her bed

wasn’t a queen sized or king sized bed. It was a cot just enough for her to lay her head on. The

room had some basic necessities and of course her to two favourite people in the world; Jesus

Forsaken and Mama Mary. In today’s world most of us aren’t satisfied with just the basics, we

want a fancy lifestyle, we want to live large. But we forget that it’s not living large in style, it’s

living large in your heart. And that’s what Chiara did. That’s what I learnt.

This experience also brought re-kindled my relationship with my twin sister. Her moving to

Pune for her job a year ago put a strain on our relationship. We have never lived this far, for

this long from each other. And though we speak to each other almost every day and share

things, there was a lot of underlying feelings that weren't shared. She grew aloof, and she’s a

kind of person who’d never express her love so openly. It takes time to crack that protective

shell around her. Nevertheless through this experience together, we shared some much needed

quality time (thank you Sanjana & Blossom for giving up their roomie expectations and letting

us be together). It took her some time to get used to having her sister hover around her 24/

7 again! Sometimes she’d just try to get away from me. But finally on our way back from the

visit to Loppiano she opened up, and for the first time in a very long time spoke to me about

her deepest troubles. It was a beautiful and profound moment for both of us. We ended up

watching a tagalong movie together for the rest of the bus ride to the Centro Mariapoli.

A- Head on the Copy Block

You may think you're good!
but yes your go through the same...

Never flinching?... but you flinch!

You say you won't go crazy?... but you get there!

Your life? ... virtually unrecognizable!

Confused? ... Hell YES!

Fahrenheit Creative Team... Part time workers!!

Using my M.A.Dness to lighten up the Fahrenheit Work scene.

Presenting the stars of my creation: Exhibit A : Fahrenheit Creative Team with their part time jobs!!!

Balu Balaji (Visualizer)

Krishna (Visualizer)

Saju (Visualizer)

Me (Copywriter)

My Iridescent Lover

You, my lover you!
You have led me through
a life I have never desired.
I drown every day in a river of sorrow,
Love lost and never found again.


I used to wake every morning
mesmerized by your thoughts.
Kept thinking all day, when I’d see your face,
I’d kiss your lips and walk by the beach.


We were so lost in our bubble.
No one else existed but us.
We had our fair share of trouble,
but you never lost sight of me.


You kept changing my name;
cracked voice, you sang a song for me.
Carried my shoes with my tired feet,
I’d depend on you for everything.


Yes, you were my heart, you were my rock
and you put a ring on me.
Goosebumps, by the beach, made promises,
as we kissed each other’s lips.


Now that time has passed,
years gone by and distant.
Yet memories fresh and heart still broken
I see you’ve changed your colour again.


Now you’re crass and now you’re mean.
You’d take any chance to hurt me.
My fragile heart still broken and you
just want to vaporize it…


Keep changing colours;
keep changing love,
My Iridescent lover.

Fix the Broken

I hate that I ever believed in you
I hate that I ever fell in love with you
though I never regretted falling in love with you!

Yes this heart ache still hurts with immensity,
Completed 5 cycles of 12 and I’m still in this rut.
Why have I let my guard down?
Made myself vulnerable and soft?
Just so that you could run me over like a piece of cloth!

I think to myself on most days; that I’m strong and I’m capable.
That I will never allow another Adam’s son to hurt me now,
yet all of that is just hopeless yearning, coz deep down I know
who it is I still yearn for.

But I want to have no more of this;
bury this pain, dry my tears.
Leave you in the deepest alley of my past.
It’s seems like an impossible task I must undertake
But unlike you I’d rather not fake!

Yes, it takes a lot more time than I ever thought,
It may have been easy for you but for me it’s not!
But I promise, I will get out.
I will be strong and I will love again.
No matter how much you wish to hurt me,
The Lord knows my name.
He will be my shelter, he will be my guide.

For you though, my love may forever remain,

Broken now, but I will fix myself and reign again!

In the face of Adversity : Our Self-imposed Ignorance

It's been quite a while since my last blog. My move to Bangalore has not been very easy,; it's been time-consuming and exhausting. But i'm slowing coping, one week almost done!

Anyways my reason to blog today is not to talk about my metropolitan move, but about this article I read today on The Times of India  e-paper.

I'm baffled at how ignorant and selfish we can be in today's work; me included.
It's like we walk with blinkers on all day and don't even bother to pay heed to the person sitting right next to us, totally oblivious to their life story and background.

The piece of news I read today was a definite eye-opener. I am ashamed to be living in a country that still treats its women like commodities and fail to give them their due respect.
The news was about this young 20 year old girl, married off to a man at the tender age of 15. Once at her 'new' home, the in-laws demand more and more dowry over the coloured TV, bike, tractor and rs 1 lakh given before marriage. Failing to meet the demands, she was plunged into a 5 year life of turmoil, full of sexual exploitation, assault, savagery, and brutality by the husband,in-laws, relatives and neighbours whilst she was left to downtrodden in a cowshed sharing her living space with the cattle, until she was sold off at a mere price of Rs 50,000/-. The unfortunate was then spotted by a relative of hers and was finally rescued by her family after 5 years of mental and physical torture.


A young girl, barely a woman,  repeatedly raped, abused; tearing her of her innocence. She's not even fully aware of the world's beauty and verve and she's already sent into the deep dark ends or torturous alleys. How can she ever live a better life? How will she come out of this mentally? Will she ever love again? Will she ever be able to know , if the child she was forced to abort, would have grown to see the light of day?Now in a modern, fast moving, ever-evolving world we live in, this should actually seem like some absurd long diminished concept. Yet this plague still exists!


It's an ugly serpent that just raises it's head midst our naked eyes. We've spent most of out earth days, thinking about US! What I want! What's happening to ME? without the slightest consideration for the evils that still persists even today.


I am ashamed to admit that I am one those you'll! We are all responsible for such evil. By ignoring it, not talking about it and not fighting it to the maximum extent so that it is eradicated for good, we contribute to its survival and let it persist.

It's disturbing and truly saddening. 

Job race

It's a 'bloodbath'; a massive race.
You slack a bit and you lose. There's nothing else you can do past that.
So is the race to finding that job you'd always want.

You sent out like 20 applications a day and if your lucky, you'll have about 5 calls max the next day.
Talent is such a commodity these days; qualifications are a mere paper filler rather than a decisive point.

Everybody looks and just a handful find.

Trapped

Arrghh!!!

Do you ever feel like your trapped? like "here is a F***ed up life" what do I do next?

like what is a 5 year plan or a 10 year plan?!?!
does it ever work out the way you want it to?

do you ever get the perfect job, the perfect place, the perfect guy, the perfect life???

What's this whole new bull crap of some eternal optimists who have a firm belief, that their life work out the way the plan; even if it is 20 years from now.

What about "living in the moment"?,
does it consume 80% of my chances to earn the perfect life?

what is the "perfect life"?

All these assumptions, inhibitions, illusions, delusions, false perceptions, in- built beliefs, they TRAP us!
They TRAP me!!! it's making me feel claustrophobic....

why is it that we dream of life in a particular way but then feel trapped by our own fears, limitations and responsibilities; that we are unable to do what we wish to!
Does this turmoil ever end....is there a person with a 35 year old career who still believes he has lived his dream life wholly and perfectly? ( I wonder what Bill Gates or Richard Branson has to say about this?)

WHY?

Why is so hard to get over one's past???

It's absurd how we can possibly live in cocoon of our own sorrows.

As hard as you try to escape it somehow it has the audacity to keep following you till you find yourself in that miserable pit all over again.

I keep wondering why I let myself feel anything; one after the other I let myself invest my feelings and then BOOM! it goes south.....leaving me cold and lying in a damn corner.

I'd like to believe that there's someone way better out there for me, but I keep falling for the wrong ones.

and why's that?!?!

I keep questioning myself.... 

Gen Fete : Youth For a United World - Goa

The Youth For a United World of the Focolare Movement in Goa in Collaboration with the YMCA Presents,

Hi to all,

WE are the Youth Group of the Focolare Movement: the Youth for a United World...

This year is very special for us; we are sharing special moments of unity preparing for the long-awaited Genfest, the international meeting of the Youth for a United World which will take place in Budapest in the month of August, 2012, that's only 3 months away and so we’ve set our sights in Unity towards this one common goal.

As part of the preparation for this event and in collaboration with YMCA, Panjim, we would like to invite you all to spend an evening of fun and games with us at the Gen Fete on 13^th May Sunday at the YMCA Hall in Campal- Panjim from 4 to 6:30p.m.

Let this be a special time for us to enjoy, share wonderful moments and come together in unity and also raise funds for the Genfest. It’s been long since we’ve been planning this day and we hope that you’ll turn up to make it a huge success.

Fridate

Fridate: “Let’s Bridge” is not only the title of Genfest, but is above all an imperative and is already in action!... ?? p
“Let’s Bridge” is not only the title of Genfest, but is above all an imperative and is already in action! The Youth for a United World in Zurich decided to organize a meeting every Friday, called  “Fridate”, joining the English words ‘Friday’ and ‘date’. It provides an opportunity to gather and invite many youth to ask themselves what it really means to build bridges. For the next fridate  on April 27th, there will be the presence of a former German Democratic Republic. He will be dialoguing with the youth, sharing his experience in Germany during the times of the Berlin wall, when “building bridges” wasn’t just metaphorical, but a reality./p
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"Let's bridge" non è solo il titolo del Genfest, è prima di tutto un imperativo ed è già in atto! I Giovani per un mondo unito di Zurigo hanno pensato di organizzare ogni venerdì un "fridate", dalle parole inglesi friday, "venerdì" e date, "appuntamento", un'occasione di incontro al quale invitare tanti giovani per interrogarsi insieme su cosa significhi realmente costruire ponti. Il prossimo fridate del 27 aprile vedrà la presenza di un ex DDR, che dialogherà con i giovani, portando la propria esperienza di vita nella Germania ai tempi del muro di Berlino, dove il "gettare ponti" non era solo metaforico, ma reale./p

"All one can do is apologize and give the other some space; then maybe hope for some positive outcome"

"All one can do is apologize and give the other some space; then maybe hope for some positive outcome"

Forgiveness ... such a difficult gesture!
It is clearly never easy;
Not everybody is capable of such a gesture, yet everybody would like to believe, that they are the 'forgiving kind'.

Apologies on the other hand are easy some would like to think, but in my opinion it is much much much more difficult.
how many of us would actually swallow our BIG-GIANT-MASSIVE egos, to truly and humbly apologize to someone you've fouled against?!?!
Yet there are some who manage that great feet.
But when you do, that doesn't necessarily mean you are forgiven.

"Give them space" one says,  and yes,most of us think that is an absurd concept...

like seriously?!?! "give space"?!?

Well I think its a necessary action one must follow: the action of no-action!

An honest apology, followed by giving the other the space they need to come into terms with forgiving or not forgiving you (reasoning out,taking a decision and making their peace with it).
In the meantime, all your left with, is a gleam hope that maybe,just maybe, your truly forgiven
(which frankly according to me, is kinda like Penance).

But you know, we just have to bear with it...

M.A.D ness

Yup! Some may think I'm obsessed with my name or just plain me;
But in reality, I'm just bored as hell...

I keep thinking of things to do in this small, shrinking space and all I can do is this!

Making a joke of me seems so much more interesting than my actual job :p 

A DAY WITH BLESSED JOSEPH VAZ

Note : This is an article I wrote about a special the Sancoale Youth shared with the youth of Grace Church.
It was written some time ago, but I thought it would be a good read in case anyone wanted to relive the experience.

A DAY WITH BLESSED JOSEPH VAZ

“I give myself and all the I possess so that She, as my true Mistress and Mother,
may dispose of me and my possessions as she wills”.

These are excerpts from the ‘Letter of Bondage’ written by a selfless man who
lived an extraordinary and truly sacred life. His road to sanctity began the moment
he was born and still continuous 300 years after his death. As youth of the modern
age, many times we fail to lead idealistic lives; so in order to give direction to our
lives, Fr. Ramiro and Fr. Milagres, conceptualized ‘A day with Blessed Joseph Vaz’
a beautiful initiative to get a deeper insight into the life of Goa’s Holy Son, giving us
a sacred inspiration for life along with uniting the youth of Grace Church Margao
and the youth of Sancoale (Blessed Joseph Vaz-home village) for a day.

A perfect Sunday that had the youth exchanging warm greetings, it was to be a
long day for reflection, recollection and sharing of some quality time with the
almighty and some new found friends.
First stop, It was Sancoale’s old church. From the Zuari Bridge it may seems like
a familiar sight: a gleaming white church like any other, but as we approach the
place one realizes that the church is in total ruins and all the remains standing
miraculously, is just the façade. We sit ourselves comfortably in a set up place that
used to be part of the church with a little chapel behind us, that was built around
the alter; remnants of this remarkable Church, brings in curiosity for those of us
who don’t know the deep history of the place and the suffering that plagued its
people, but soon we were enlightened by a brief insight onto the history of the
place by a local, Seby Fernandes.

Moments with ourselves; had us revisiting the bold yet humbling ‘Letter of
Bondage’ by Blessed Joseph Vaz to Mother Mary, through which we discovered
a true fanatic and devotee of Our Virgin mother. Given time to ourselves, we had
the chance to get a glimpse of this love and experience it ourselves. Our solemn
prayers have a strong hold on us, and as long as we hold on to that, we shall never
lose our way from the church and that’s what we a reassured of.

“The doors of Cortalim church miraculously opened on its own for him, when he
went to visit the Blessed Sacrament late at night”.

The Church of Saints Philip and James, is another historical monument that holds
great significance in the life of Blessed Joseph Vaz and consequently in the lives of
those who wish to know more about him. The ‘little saint’ as the villagers would
call him embraced the church, and made sure he spread his love for the church
everywhere he went. We get a feel of that same power the moment you step on to
the threshold of the church.
“Bl. Joseph Vaz never missed saying his prayers everyday and he loved saying
the Holy Rosary. This made me contemplate on my life and inspired me to do the
same. Apart from this, something which is still strong on my mind is “The Letter
of Bondage.” This is the letter wherein Bl. Joseph Vaz wrote about surrendering
himself wholly to Mother Mary. This shows his great devotion towards Mother
Mary. Such passion and love for Mother Mary made me deepen my relationship
with Mamma Mary. In his lifetime Bl. Joseph Vaz experienced great miracles.
At midnight when he used to go to pray at the church of Cortalim, the doors of
this church would open up for him on their own. And our priests thought of re-
enacting the same event for us. We were all excited about it and in the course of
this excitement when I entered the church; I felt overwhelming peace dawning
over me which is unexplainable.”
- Stephanie (Grace Church Youth)

On to the Sanctuary that is the centre of his devotion, The Sanctuary Blessed
Joseph Vaz; a place that attracts thousands from all walks of life. Up the hill we
climb through ‘The station of the Cross’ with solemn hearts; the heat of the harsh
sun fails to deter our enthusiasm for the climb. Atop the hillock one experiences
a warm calm; a certain peace amid the tiredness. Enter the Sanctuary and one
finds that everything about this shrine explains aspects his life; the glass paintings
above chronicles his life from birth till after his passing from the mortal world and
his miracles beyond it. Here we are inspired by the greatness of a humble priest
who has denounced any luxury and embraced the life of a mere commoner.
“As soon as he consecrated himself as a slave of Mary, he gave up on wearing
slippers or shoes for life.” This was a sign that he had a self-imposed task to
complete and that he was destined leave his foot-prints everywhere he went.
(Literally as well)

A brisk 5 min walk and we his reach the ancestral home; now another centre to
spread his devotion. This quaint little house now attracts thousands of devotees
every year. A glimpse of the significant jackfruit tree that still stands strong after
300 years is a clear testimony of faith.
As we drive back to the Our Lady of Health Church, in deep thoughts you are

enlightened; you see that every part of this village has prints of this holy man. He
truly walked into our lives and left a mark for a lifetime. The day concluded with a
special Eucharistic celebration by Fr. Milagres and Fr. Ramiro, for the youth and by
the youth with the melodious chants of the Grace Church youth.

“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with
us or we find it not.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
The whole day was a sacred experience that will last us a lifetime. One can
ascertain that each and every youth that attended this historical experience will
definitely have a story to tell, more people to inspire and spread the life of this
remarkable man.
“Everything about Bl. Joseph Vaz has inspired me to be a better youngster.”
- Stephanie
“I knew nothing about this great man before; except his name. It was meaningful;
learning about his life especially as we prepare ourselves this Lenten season. It
was a plus point for me since I’m teaching; I got to share my experience with my
students in school which they really enjoyed and wanted to know more and more
about Blessed Joseph Vaz and also visit the place too.. It was really inspiring…”
- Daisy
“A day with Bl. Joseph Vaz made me realize the great influx of opportunity and
privileges I have to showcase my talents as well as work with greater zeal in the
service of God.” -Juvena

It was truly an impactful day that shall never be forgotten. Though Blessed Joseph
Vaz lived 300yrs ago, his story is still very relevant and inspiring today, and many
centuries ahead…

Born into this...

We live in modern times, we live modern lives or we still in the process of modernizing our life.

Everyday we try to rid ourselves of those social evils and setbacks that make us seem illiterate or dysfunctional.We try to be part of a system that is humane yet forward with changing times.

 But then there are still those, who claim to lead "modern", "forward" lives but are in dire need of reality check.

Let me explain this through an example: This family I've known for almost all my life now; the kids I've grown with and and share a familial-like relationship with. In many ways we are similar but in many ways different as well.
Imagine being born into a modern day family, that doesn't believe in basic education, where the girl child doesn't hold the same stature as the boy and so is treated like a slave(considering they are a well to do family),where beauty is given more importance than brains. 

I pity the girl,; who also happens to be a good friend. She's gorgeous, tall, smart and does have an commendable talent for art design. But all that beauty and talent is a shameful sorry waste, for she didn't get the education she deserved or the exposure she needed to develop her talent.

All the promise people saw in her during her developing stage is now just a big blank.....

Now all you can see her do is, sit at home, do household chores(even with the household help) and babysit her nieces and nephews when they're on Holiday from abroad.Even the house help gets to go to school and complete her education. The boy is a jobless philanderer, who had a chance to complete his education but decided to follow the family trail of illiteracy. Now he is just a mindless junkie who dresses like a king and acts all high and mighty but in reality is an empty seed.

There we see the differentiation made, the girl smart and willing to learn, but isn't allowed to; and the boy who's showered with chances to learn but prefers an easy handed 'junkie' life instead. He will marry one day, and his parents would prefer a smart, EDUCATED, WEALTHY match for a wife. She will marry one day and the parents would prefer a  not-necessarily educated but WEALTHY N.R.I for a match, who should more importantly share the same ideals as them( so the saga continues for generations to come).

The family is a family of hypocrites. They are the first to point fingers at others dirty laundry but fail to look into their own.Revolution is needed, mindsets needs to be changed. Life needs to be made worthwhile.

Given a choice I don't think any of us who want to be born into this...

Bagong Buhok for ME

It's been long since I've made a radical change in My Life!
Thought I'd start with a Hair Makeover!
My cousin finds it cute but says 'now I look more and more like a Filipino'; which i take as a compliment, after all I am half Filipino :P
Anyways after a radical change I do feel newer, better and ready for more ...

it's about time i took my life in my own hands :)

P.S: 'Bagong Buhok' means new hair in Tagalog

The Biggest Question (?)

The Biggest Question (?)Today, my friend and colleague, Rochelle helped me realize the beauty of comics; how it can be used by us as a good time-pass medium and bring in some laughter in the same old mundane office environment.
Using our creativity for some office cheer was a welcome change!
So with the help of Bitstrips, we were able to create an office scenario with one of our sweetest colleague as our subject, picking on her one personality trait that stands out the most.We picked her as a target, 'coz she's some one, we could make a good laugh off yet love us for making her smile.

EXHIBIT A/ Target 01 : Tanya; she's a real sport and a doll for taking this joke so light-heartedly. Much love to her <3
Cheers Tanya aka Toniaaa :P

P.S: Tanya if you ever read this blog...Thankyou!!! Love you :)

The Girl Unknown ... ?!?!

There she stood at the edge of the cliff; the wind blowing through her long, black wavy hair, poised and still you could see the sadness emanate through her deep brown eyes, a tear almost dry on her plum cheek. Her beauty was plain, yet the grace she had even when she seemed like she was in misery, was alluring; a true form of youth. You could feel the 'goosebumps' on your skin just watching her stand at the edge staring into the horizon. This girl is unknown, no one knows where she lives,who she is or where she belongs; you want to find out more though...

"Why is she standing at the edge?" you ask yourself. "What is the reason behind her sadness?!?" or "Does she plan on ending her life at such a young age?" and "why waste such youth?!?!"... The thoughts that cross your mind are plenty,  and at that very moment all you can think about is stopping her and talking some sense into that silly young head but you're hesitant.

Debating your thoughts, back and forth, all around; finally your anxiety gets the best of you. You calm yourself with a deep breathe, straighten yourself up and head straight for the cliff on which she stands. The closer you get to her, the more the distractions fill in until finally you tap her on the shoulder and question her; and all she has to say with a sad expression is, "My favorite bow clip fell off this cliff and now I can't get it back". :)

Happiiee B'daii Fernando Torres :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FERNANDO TORRES !!!

 He's 28 now and he still gets my heart beating fast and slow, all at the same time :)

He's the 'El Nino' of Spain and quite obviously of the world itself and especially of my heart. Wishing Nando the best in life both personal and professional.

The first time I laid my eyes on him in 2006; it was love at first sight, he ran like a stallion and looked angelic with his long blonde hair pulled back by a black string band.

Agility, technique and grace with the charm; he has it all! He pulled off that red jersey like it was made for him, The nation is proud of him and so am I!

Every team he ever played for became my favorite. 

Now with Chelsea he may have had several hurdles, but he's proven himself yet again against Leicester; a gift to himself he scored two goals to seal the deal and push Chelsea into the semis of the F.A Cup.

http://www.fernando9torres.com

You will always be my favorite ....forever and for always No. 09....I Feliz Compleanos :)

Chasing Saheel...

"Get moving...get ready it's 6:15pm, the bus leaves at 7:15pm" he says, yet Mum and I blatantly ignore him.
Dad's always had the tendency to over react in these kinda situations, while mum and I highly disregard the value of Punctuality( something we're not really proud of).
And so our plan to meet Saheel at the Kadamba bus station to drop off a couple of parcels for my sister in Pune, was obviously severely DELAYED!

He grew angrier and angrier by the minute(which felt like seconds!). We had the fear he'd drop us midway and leave us there for our contempt. The tantrums continued till we reached the bus station, only to find Saheel had already just left. "run run run run run run...." those thoughts kept running through my mind, "you must find Saheel and give him the parcels before dad gets a smack at you".
 We sucked up to his nasty comments and insults, we made haste for the next bus stop in hopes to find Saheel: the man who would save mum and me from getting our asses kicked tonight.
The calls kept pouring in, I just had to be calm and cool in this situation, mum and me decide to maintain dead silence till we got to the bus stand, but I have super stressed and anxious. I was holding my breathe(also almost peeing my shorts), finger crossed: I'd find the guy.

Alas! the torture ended, we found the Pune bound bus and man we needed, he seemed anxious and nervous and also confused for a moment( coz my mentioned sister is my twin). Nevertheless I couldn't be any happier to see him.I was done with the stress and the annoyance, I'd fulfilled my task, I could lay back in the car and rest without being yelled at on our way home.

After long hour of Chasing Saheel .... we finally managed to catch him :)  

My First Blog...Name!

Okay, so this is my first EVER blog... I don't read blogs nor do I know exactly how it functions.
My purpose of starting this blog is simple: JUST WRITE!

Now fearing public opinion/ comments I would like to make sure that people know a little about me before jumping onto conclusions.
So, the first thing i'd like to talk about,would be my name!|
You gotta admit, Maienelle Azucena D'souza is a pretty sweet name...except it abbreviates as 'MAD',
which really isn't much if an issue here coz it actually kinda matches my personality. Now my not talking 'mental institution mad', mine being more like fun loving, weirdo, random, 'occasional blondness' mad.

Now I find that there are several people pronounce my name as  funny ( like Mirinil or Marynel) arrgghh!!!
and some fail to understand what it really stands for; which frankly i'm not sure about either, but yeah, I guess I've just adopted to it.
Yeah, I  also thought I was the only Marienelle in the world, until I saw a Facebook search full of people sharing the same name as me.... so much for uniqueness(!)

Enough about the first name; talking about the second and the third name I have, well that's just me using my mum's maiden surname and ofcourse my dad's name..HAH! so no surprises there!   

Aha! so there you have it, My FIRST blog.


Note to self: this blog is going to be maintained with utmost Honesty.