They ask me why I love the rain
I tell them its like a train
It hits and goes
And you are either on it or not
They ask me why I love the rain
I tell them it reminds me of pain
Smell of soil and toil
And weakness I am made of
They ask me what I love about the rain
I tell them it isn’t the same
Without it the sun rays
The humid, the cold, the life
They ask me what I love about the rain
I tell them you never understand the game
Red skies, dark clouds, sprinkle wind
All hold it in vain
They ask me what I love about the rain
I tell them write me a poem
Scrawl and dribble on paper
Hear the prattles fumble on paper
They ask me why I love the rain
I tell them, “Sorry, I didn’t get your name
But you will never know mine
See, its all about the rain—”
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
The mood
This may be my last post for the year. And in these last few days of the year, as is always, people tend towards excitement and anticipation. It is hard for anybody to come to a conclusion where the hype comes from. The festive end and festive beginning that visits the dates of a calender? Or maybe just the sheer magnitude of transition between time? Or dare I venture, the running away from the year and the looking forward to move into another? Maybe it is that we cannot get a finger on what exactly we are feverish about that contributes to our blind enthusiasm. The papers find enlightening comment among the figures of stocks and voluminous increase in shopping figures that accompany this yearly occurence. Statistics for the retail shopping especially from the US consumer and thus the world's biggest market show the cheeriness of the mood. Mood tells a lot.
I found myself shifting from magazines to newspapers, glancing at the eleven hour opinions and reflections: utterance after utterance. What could be left for next year? I had finished up the year with a little bit of wandering myself by plane and road and rail. Mood tells a lot. And when I visited India, I began to understand mood.
This year has been characterised by the mood of the economy and the mood of the consumer and the moods of the markets. There are many ways to gauge the temper and disposition of anything so oscillating. Yet it is the immensity that deserves more careful oversight. The last time I went to India was about 3 years ago. At that time, Slumdog Millionaire was probably in the womb as India took to the stage with the rest of those emergent markets. They were feeling their way into the world economy and finding their footing. They were starting to find their voice and stamp their mark and in the process carve out a share of prosperity for themselves. When we think of China, India, Brazil and a whole list of other contenders we think of what a profound change they have made and anticipate the bigger changes coming around the corner. But if you just flew into Bombay, it is the masses that make you understand the need for change.
I read an article that reflected on the sprawls of industrial campuses materializing in Mumbai (Bombay), Chennai and Bangalore. These are compounds where industries of commerce and technology have been outsource too. Tall, silver-lined, glass compounds that have infrastructure not belonging to the rest of the filthy, brown, shoddy Mumbai. Except for the architecture left by the British and the Taj Mahal everything else so bright is probably recent and cutting edge. India accommodates the rich and the poor in the same breath. They live side by side. That is where compounds come in. Compounds that make India look refurbished and not poor and impoverish. Compounds where probably only 10 percent of India find jobs through those gates. But India, you say, is coming into the age of success and success will take time. It has everywhere else.
That is true. In fact success usually comes after profuse stages of change. And change usually means going back and forth and back and forth. And change is a continuing process. So success has its varied stages too. In the article, the compounds were a measurement of the progress towards success that India has made. Indian companies such as Tata and Infosys need to revamp their image to enhance that same image for the spectacle of both its consumers (including would be consumers) and its employees. It has to barricade itself for its humble beginnings. India is unique from its neighbouring emergent market because it is the private sector that has spurred the furry towards success. More and more Indians, bearing witness to the droplets of rain upon the drought now come in search of prosperity not only spurring themselves in droves to cities such as Mumbai but by championing education amongst their progeny. Education is the new god of India. Like the cow it can be milk. And because it is the private sector that has been the spark of this upward mobility, Indians have come to belief in the power of hard work. To admire the swarming at the local trains plowing Bombay is to see the competitive edge in the beehive of the Indian market, especially in its cities.
India has risen just like many of the emergent markets because of need. For every Indian moving up there are many more waiting at the bottom of the ladder towards success. For every Indian crossing into the gates of heaven through those exclusive compounds, many are still in hell. The mood of these markets is need. It is something that is lacking in the spirit of most developed markets. We don't have the animal spirits reaction. At least, we have lost if for a while.
In a way no matter how much these companies try to server their ties to their motherland and humble beginnings, it is intricately related. The cutting edge is not in its modernity because prior to its success it relied of a hunger that grew from its desperate poverty. The advantage to its efficiency is that it has not have had to over do the glamour. Indian companies have to be careful not to kill the edge by killing what sells in a still depress world economy. Prices have soared because the need is getting bigger more people are starting to eat into a pie. The pie is fast becoming a concentrated swamp. Indians have to rely on their humble beginnings to draw them towards success and not get carried away by the faint scent of success. Compounds are subjective issues. I see them all over these cities. But if companies are focusing awry, the mood in India may change for the worse. And as we see, the mood tells a lot.
I found myself shifting from magazines to newspapers, glancing at the eleven hour opinions and reflections: utterance after utterance. What could be left for next year? I had finished up the year with a little bit of wandering myself by plane and road and rail. Mood tells a lot. And when I visited India, I began to understand mood.
This year has been characterised by the mood of the economy and the mood of the consumer and the moods of the markets. There are many ways to gauge the temper and disposition of anything so oscillating. Yet it is the immensity that deserves more careful oversight. The last time I went to India was about 3 years ago. At that time, Slumdog Millionaire was probably in the womb as India took to the stage with the rest of those emergent markets. They were feeling their way into the world economy and finding their footing. They were starting to find their voice and stamp their mark and in the process carve out a share of prosperity for themselves. When we think of China, India, Brazil and a whole list of other contenders we think of what a profound change they have made and anticipate the bigger changes coming around the corner. But if you just flew into Bombay, it is the masses that make you understand the need for change.
I read an article that reflected on the sprawls of industrial campuses materializing in Mumbai (Bombay), Chennai and Bangalore. These are compounds where industries of commerce and technology have been outsource too. Tall, silver-lined, glass compounds that have infrastructure not belonging to the rest of the filthy, brown, shoddy Mumbai. Except for the architecture left by the British and the Taj Mahal everything else so bright is probably recent and cutting edge. India accommodates the rich and the poor in the same breath. They live side by side. That is where compounds come in. Compounds that make India look refurbished and not poor and impoverish. Compounds where probably only 10 percent of India find jobs through those gates. But India, you say, is coming into the age of success and success will take time. It has everywhere else.
That is true. In fact success usually comes after profuse stages of change. And change usually means going back and forth and back and forth. And change is a continuing process. So success has its varied stages too. In the article, the compounds were a measurement of the progress towards success that India has made. Indian companies such as Tata and Infosys need to revamp their image to enhance that same image for the spectacle of both its consumers (including would be consumers) and its employees. It has to barricade itself for its humble beginnings. India is unique from its neighbouring emergent market because it is the private sector that has spurred the furry towards success. More and more Indians, bearing witness to the droplets of rain upon the drought now come in search of prosperity not only spurring themselves in droves to cities such as Mumbai but by championing education amongst their progeny. Education is the new god of India. Like the cow it can be milk. And because it is the private sector that has been the spark of this upward mobility, Indians have come to belief in the power of hard work. To admire the swarming at the local trains plowing Bombay is to see the competitive edge in the beehive of the Indian market, especially in its cities.
India has risen just like many of the emergent markets because of need. For every Indian moving up there are many more waiting at the bottom of the ladder towards success. For every Indian crossing into the gates of heaven through those exclusive compounds, many are still in hell. The mood of these markets is need. It is something that is lacking in the spirit of most developed markets. We don't have the animal spirits reaction. At least, we have lost if for a while.
In a way no matter how much these companies try to server their ties to their motherland and humble beginnings, it is intricately related. The cutting edge is not in its modernity because prior to its success it relied of a hunger that grew from its desperate poverty. The advantage to its efficiency is that it has not have had to over do the glamour. Indian companies have to be careful not to kill the edge by killing what sells in a still depress world economy. Prices have soared because the need is getting bigger more people are starting to eat into a pie. The pie is fast becoming a concentrated swamp. Indians have to rely on their humble beginnings to draw them towards success and not get carried away by the faint scent of success. Compounds are subjective issues. I see them all over these cities. But if companies are focusing awry, the mood in India may change for the worse. And as we see, the mood tells a lot.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Technology and Communication
I read the International Herald Tribune, and usually when I do, I read it from cover to cover. It is just fun to read. Even things that I would have no interest in otherwise. Occasionally, they cover fashion and one would find the article along with pictures of scrawny models covering one or two pages. I suppose, why the IHT may find it substantial to cover news such as fashion, sports and even movie reviews, is because they are news of a different sort, they may not represent half the world dressed in rags, no, they may not even represent the other quarter not interested in football; and while they may also not affect us like reality, movies somehow is news.
Interestingly enough, people like me, jobless and restless, consume it all. Of course, there are others, we may call them watchers-of-the-world, who watch everything including these newspapers as part of a diet to quench their understanding of the developments of the world. Recently, there was a small column on the editorial page, quite a modest one at the bottom, insignificantly titled if you did not care for too much abstract opinion not of consequence and weight to the matters of the world. It challenged the assumption so recurrently and undoubtedly supposed that we lived in a the "Information Age". The title? "Information Age? No, it's the Chatter Age". It carries a tinge of frivolous sarcasm. Or at least, it felt that way to me at first glance. But after reading a few articles in that same paper, for the day, it occurred to me that it carried more significance then I may nonchalantly grant.
The other articles include a letter to the women of Afghanistan and a commentary entitled, "New world, same gender roles". In the same paper, there was also an article of a Chinese telecommunications giant trying to find its way into the US market and the hostility it faced. Then, to capped it off, the recent Nobel Laureate's wife invited about 143 people to Oslo where neither she nor her husband would be to accept the grand prize for hopelessly and dangerously pursuing peace.
What has these articles, mention in the last paragraph have to do with the little article I contemptously disregarded in the afore paragraph to the last one? When I put them all together, I consider the simple need for communication and interaction amongst the human race. On my way home on the bus and train, sometimes I prefer to stare blankly into the outside of the moving vehicle then to look at the dull and lull of communication within the vehicle. Communication, like everything else is complicated.
In the letter to the women of Afghan, the writer (a lady herself but from Canada), rallies Afghan women to the bargaining table to stake a future for themselves. In Afghan, unlike many developed countries, communications is poor. Being in a state of war and turbulence the lack of communication may have both good and bad to it: seeing that communication can facilitate both the evil and ethical. The first thought in reading that article is: how many of the intended audience would really get to read the inspiring article? And even if a few inspired individuals would read and carry the message with them their means of connectedness, to the less inspired but much needed voters (in this case, women of Afghan), is impeded by so much, so much! In a way control comes from the means to rally but the means of rallying comes from the means of connecting before inspiring. And for Afghan women, so trapped in their plights, connectivity is alien, foreign and far-apart. The traditional roles of connectivity are still in the power of not just men but chauvinist.
Then, on the other hand, in the next commentary, the author also a lady mourns that while much changes have been made in the developed world, much significant change remains. She laments men still control the environment of money because they dominate the reins of creativity. They are in her words, "strivers, producers, creators, innovators, entrepreneurs and in the end, billionaires". Where are the women? Out of the loop, as usual. The women are all the sex not brain. And she draws this mainly from the recent movie, "The Social Network". The depiction that the movie communicates reality, according to her, is the ugly truth. Women are once again found to superficially skirt the areas of communication where the power lies within the arena of technology: the power of the new generation. Just ask Julian Assange as he takes on some of the most powerful governments of the day. But women are outside the power play because they are outside technology.
And if you still the doubt the power of communications, the list goes on with the fact that the US worries about China coming into the telecommunications market. Why? It may become a security problem.
I want to intensify the issue a little more. Should a country that controls and impedes, nay, but manipulate information through technological and communications restrictions be trusted with the bands and wires of communications. I fear disruption, I fear the buzzing intensity, so annoying and so interfering, of malfunctioning communication. Can China handle connectivity?
It cannot even handle Oslo! It cannot even handle the awards of the old generation! This is new age where nothing is under control, life is practically out of control! Where one hole is blocked a million will spout forth. All those people aimlessly chattering hoping something hits the target. Amidst all the confusion, we are optimistic that information of credibility will surface. We hope for the light to shine in the darkness. And China, just like all other oppressive governments including the chauvinist, suppresses by limiting connectivity. By having factions and orchestrating breakdowns in the flow of thoughts, space and chatter so that they can impound information.
But going back to the main article: is this the age of pure chatter or real information? Well, the problem is: who is to decide usefulness, who is to decide truth? The author lambaste tweets and little prattle as insignificant, but that is only because it qualifies in his eyes as mere jabber. The author claims self control is the only way out of this chatter. He thinks it is not too intelligent "when intelligent people feel obliged to respond to unfounded rumours". Truth is all those chatterers don't really care for his intelligent response to their unintelligent jabber.
So here I am, increasing that tittle-tattle and I will let the reader judge the intelligence of it. Sometimes, I get annoyed with all those idiots, big idiots, who have a million tweets about their insignificant life. But if it makes them happy all I can do is de-friend them or block their status. I will control what I hear and see and when I am in a more generous mood, I will hear and see them and, perhaps, when I am in even more generous to the point of playfulness, I may even reply to let them know somebody actually cares for their (by now, trillions) of tweet. As for the fact that it only makes our world more stupid, well, how will someone not educating, others and not speaking up, help the situation. Not everything is useful, but who will make that decision for someone else! We all want to make it for ourselves. Just ask the women of Afghan...
Interestingly enough, people like me, jobless and restless, consume it all. Of course, there are others, we may call them watchers-of-the-world, who watch everything including these newspapers as part of a diet to quench their understanding of the developments of the world. Recently, there was a small column on the editorial page, quite a modest one at the bottom, insignificantly titled if you did not care for too much abstract opinion not of consequence and weight to the matters of the world. It challenged the assumption so recurrently and undoubtedly supposed that we lived in a the "Information Age". The title? "Information Age? No, it's the Chatter Age". It carries a tinge of frivolous sarcasm. Or at least, it felt that way to me at first glance. But after reading a few articles in that same paper, for the day, it occurred to me that it carried more significance then I may nonchalantly grant.
The other articles include a letter to the women of Afghanistan and a commentary entitled, "New world, same gender roles". In the same paper, there was also an article of a Chinese telecommunications giant trying to find its way into the US market and the hostility it faced. Then, to capped it off, the recent Nobel Laureate's wife invited about 143 people to Oslo where neither she nor her husband would be to accept the grand prize for hopelessly and dangerously pursuing peace.
What has these articles, mention in the last paragraph have to do with the little article I contemptously disregarded in the afore paragraph to the last one? When I put them all together, I consider the simple need for communication and interaction amongst the human race. On my way home on the bus and train, sometimes I prefer to stare blankly into the outside of the moving vehicle then to look at the dull and lull of communication within the vehicle. Communication, like everything else is complicated.
In the letter to the women of Afghan, the writer (a lady herself but from Canada), rallies Afghan women to the bargaining table to stake a future for themselves. In Afghan, unlike many developed countries, communications is poor. Being in a state of war and turbulence the lack of communication may have both good and bad to it: seeing that communication can facilitate both the evil and ethical. The first thought in reading that article is: how many of the intended audience would really get to read the inspiring article? And even if a few inspired individuals would read and carry the message with them their means of connectedness, to the less inspired but much needed voters (in this case, women of Afghan), is impeded by so much, so much! In a way control comes from the means to rally but the means of rallying comes from the means of connecting before inspiring. And for Afghan women, so trapped in their plights, connectivity is alien, foreign and far-apart. The traditional roles of connectivity are still in the power of not just men but chauvinist.
Then, on the other hand, in the next commentary, the author also a lady mourns that while much changes have been made in the developed world, much significant change remains. She laments men still control the environment of money because they dominate the reins of creativity. They are in her words, "strivers, producers, creators, innovators, entrepreneurs and in the end, billionaires". Where are the women? Out of the loop, as usual. The women are all the sex not brain. And she draws this mainly from the recent movie, "The Social Network". The depiction that the movie communicates reality, according to her, is the ugly truth. Women are once again found to superficially skirt the areas of communication where the power lies within the arena of technology: the power of the new generation. Just ask Julian Assange as he takes on some of the most powerful governments of the day. But women are outside the power play because they are outside technology.
And if you still the doubt the power of communications, the list goes on with the fact that the US worries about China coming into the telecommunications market. Why? It may become a security problem.
I want to intensify the issue a little more. Should a country that controls and impedes, nay, but manipulate information through technological and communications restrictions be trusted with the bands and wires of communications. I fear disruption, I fear the buzzing intensity, so annoying and so interfering, of malfunctioning communication. Can China handle connectivity?
It cannot even handle Oslo! It cannot even handle the awards of the old generation! This is new age where nothing is under control, life is practically out of control! Where one hole is blocked a million will spout forth. All those people aimlessly chattering hoping something hits the target. Amidst all the confusion, we are optimistic that information of credibility will surface. We hope for the light to shine in the darkness. And China, just like all other oppressive governments including the chauvinist, suppresses by limiting connectivity. By having factions and orchestrating breakdowns in the flow of thoughts, space and chatter so that they can impound information.
But going back to the main article: is this the age of pure chatter or real information? Well, the problem is: who is to decide usefulness, who is to decide truth? The author lambaste tweets and little prattle as insignificant, but that is only because it qualifies in his eyes as mere jabber. The author claims self control is the only way out of this chatter. He thinks it is not too intelligent "when intelligent people feel obliged to respond to unfounded rumours". Truth is all those chatterers don't really care for his intelligent response to their unintelligent jabber.
So here I am, increasing that tittle-tattle and I will let the reader judge the intelligence of it. Sometimes, I get annoyed with all those idiots, big idiots, who have a million tweets about their insignificant life. But if it makes them happy all I can do is de-friend them or block their status. I will control what I hear and see and when I am in a more generous mood, I will hear and see them and, perhaps, when I am in even more generous to the point of playfulness, I may even reply to let them know somebody actually cares for their (by now, trillions) of tweet. As for the fact that it only makes our world more stupid, well, how will someone not educating, others and not speaking up, help the situation. Not everything is useful, but who will make that decision for someone else! We all want to make it for ourselves. Just ask the women of Afghan...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
My first job
So I finally had a job. Yea, my first. And I must say, I quite enjoyed myself.
I know a lot of people had different expectations of how I would response to having a job (actually, I was holding two), but I don't really care what they make about the whole episode.
Instead, let me give you my inside feelings
People don't really get it, do they? After all, we were made with hands and legs, mouth and eyes and all those parts that make us function. The point is we need to function. And function I did. It drags us and push us and press us so we know we are incapable of being perfect.
I was a fundraiser for 7 weeks. Yea, I counted, because to me it was telling a story- my own story that I did not know what would happen next. I felt like I was awe struck and sleep walking. I had to talk to myriad people asking them to go on a scheme to help cancer patients. I had to work hard through thick and thin. I had to take the slamming doors, be ready for any response but above I had to get on with the job. It was never easy, it was not just doubting yourself but doubting if what you did had any meaning. In a way, many ways, I was not made for such a job. But I liked getting over all the obstacles, I like falling and then having the unexpected. For the first 3 weeks, I barely earned since I was paid on commission but it was during that period, I learned most. Keep going and keep praying.
I like earning when the money came in because I had sweated for it. It is different from receiving money. It is different when you give it away too. You comes from the heart. It belongs to you and you can give it from your heart.
Above all, I thank God for helping me through and I had so much fun!
I don't know what is going to happen next.
I know when you are earning a living, it is easy to lose sight of living. Living becomes a basic, manual personification a being could portray. I think this understanding help me to connect with people, to understand that we lose touch of all the intangible things. I am glad that through this period I did not lose touch with God because He helped me through everyday. I know though that people get tired and as their eyelids close they draw into themselves for the basic things they crave. Now, I understand. Now, I feel.
I also had a chance to see what different is. And how different is not. People need to feel and sometimes they need cry and sometimes they need to laugh. But sometimes we need another person with us to do that. I got to see the society I live in. I got to understand their culture and their thought process. And I learn how to deal with it. I don't know if I am used to it now, but I feel more in control when I see it. I will not be dampen by it. Because two wrongs does not make a right. I also saw poor and hardship. I saw people making ends meet and I saw people living in holes. Sometimes, I was quite scared. I walked into people's life. I look at the world from their shoes and then I understood that life is not so simple. And I like it.
I wanted an experience and in seven weeks I got it. It was a great trip and I back. I am content and happy. I had fun.
I know a lot of people had different expectations of how I would response to having a job (actually, I was holding two), but I don't really care what they make about the whole episode.
Instead, let me give you my inside feelings
People don't really get it, do they? After all, we were made with hands and legs, mouth and eyes and all those parts that make us function. The point is we need to function. And function I did. It drags us and push us and press us so we know we are incapable of being perfect.
I was a fundraiser for 7 weeks. Yea, I counted, because to me it was telling a story- my own story that I did not know what would happen next. I felt like I was awe struck and sleep walking. I had to talk to myriad people asking them to go on a scheme to help cancer patients. I had to work hard through thick and thin. I had to take the slamming doors, be ready for any response but above I had to get on with the job. It was never easy, it was not just doubting yourself but doubting if what you did had any meaning. In a way, many ways, I was not made for such a job. But I liked getting over all the obstacles, I like falling and then having the unexpected. For the first 3 weeks, I barely earned since I was paid on commission but it was during that period, I learned most. Keep going and keep praying.
I like earning when the money came in because I had sweated for it. It is different from receiving money. It is different when you give it away too. You comes from the heart. It belongs to you and you can give it from your heart.
Above all, I thank God for helping me through and I had so much fun!
I don't know what is going to happen next.
I know when you are earning a living, it is easy to lose sight of living. Living becomes a basic, manual personification a being could portray. I think this understanding help me to connect with people, to understand that we lose touch of all the intangible things. I am glad that through this period I did not lose touch with God because He helped me through everyday. I know though that people get tired and as their eyelids close they draw into themselves for the basic things they crave. Now, I understand. Now, I feel.
I also had a chance to see what different is. And how different is not. People need to feel and sometimes they need cry and sometimes they need to laugh. But sometimes we need another person with us to do that. I got to see the society I live in. I got to understand their culture and their thought process. And I learn how to deal with it. I don't know if I am used to it now, but I feel more in control when I see it. I will not be dampen by it. Because two wrongs does not make a right. I also saw poor and hardship. I saw people making ends meet and I saw people living in holes. Sometimes, I was quite scared. I walked into people's life. I look at the world from their shoes and then I understood that life is not so simple. And I like it.
I wanted an experience and in seven weeks I got it. It was a great trip and I back. I am content and happy. I had fun.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
my take on Christianity
passing thought: the problem with religion today (in particular referencing Christianity) is that its too simplistic. its not that faith is not simple but that you have to apprehend the complications of life before you understand the beautiful simplicity of faith. troubling enough, many today practice religion base on whims and fancies turning faith into a fairytale. it most certainly is not.
Monday, July 12, 2010
World Cup 2010
Dismal end for another World Cup. World Cup 2010 in South Africa. But first of all, all the good things we are thankful for...
We are thankful for the extraordinary upsets that took place including the 1-0 lost of champions Spain to unknown and unheard of Switzerland, home of the infamous, Sepp Blatter.
We are thankful for the different perspective we got through the colours of South Africa and the vuvuzelas that destroyed our ears. But I still dislike Zuma.
We are thankful that even though England exited so early, Italy and France exited even earlier, and that we witnessed the early departures of Portugal, Argentina and Brazil before England was avenged of Germany by the hand of Spain. Thanks Spain.
We are thankful that we even got to watch the matches, for all the late nights and the mornings we had to persever through.
We are thankful that mostly justice was swift and pride was erased from the faces of Maradona and such.
We are thankful for the Jubalini settling into the game because it was so bouncy and awkward at first.
We are thankful that we could share our pleasures and sadness through facebook and other mediums
We are thankful that as we got depress from losing we rebounced higher than the jubalini when we saw providence going against the predictions of the bookies. We hope the Octopus dies.
We are thankful that we learn so much about others. We learn about their flag, national anthem and their statistics but we also learn about different culture and their silly royals.
We are thankful that at the end of it all we realised that we are only human and stripped down to pure emotions we are really irraitonal beings.
We are thankful that we are not the only mortals who face stress and failure especially when they correlate. So did Rooney, Ronaldo, Messi, Kaka, Villa, etc
We are thankful Sepp Blatter changed his opinion about technology even though it came at the cost of the England goal. We should not be repulsive to change.
We are thankful for all the interest we had in the games whether it was North Korea playing or watching just to see the French and Italians fail.
We are thankful for all the nail biting matches especially the late late goals. That changed the outcome of the game except for the ones that did not go our way.
We are thankful also for all the red cards and penalties that went our way.
We are thankful for all the inspiration to fight till the end but especially we are thankful for the answered prayers when we were about to cry at the sight of defeat.
We are thankful that we were all reconnected to the raw emotions suppress within, the tears, the anger, the exhilaration! Every one of them, in many ways we were like Maradona. Only not.
We are thankful that we were part of the millions all over the world, including those that do not know the real football, those that are suffering, those who do support the teams we hate and those who are different from us.
We are thankful the World Cup was not about about one man be it a player, coach or referee. Though Howard Webb almost made it so.
We are thankful for all the people who lost money, they should learn that life is not about predictions but providence.
We are thankful that the finals hosted two countries who have never won it until Spain took it for the first time. There will be a tomorrow, Netherlands! Oranje!
We are thankful for irony.
We are thankful for the Hand of God right down to the last goal.
We are thankful for The Beautiful Game.
And for all your participation.
Here is to the next World Cup!
Singing forever young, Singing songs underneath the sun, lest rejoice in the beautiful game and together at the end of the day. and then it goes back- Wavin' Flag
And now I just have one last thing to say and then i would have the WC out of my system and hopefully my sleep, SPAIN CHEATED! and they taught us that sometimes in this world injustice prevails and cheats go unpunished especially Iniesta!
We are thankful for the extraordinary upsets that took place including the 1-0 lost of champions Spain to unknown and unheard of Switzerland, home of the infamous, Sepp Blatter.
We are thankful for the different perspective we got through the colours of South Africa and the vuvuzelas that destroyed our ears. But I still dislike Zuma.
We are thankful that even though England exited so early, Italy and France exited even earlier, and that we witnessed the early departures of Portugal, Argentina and Brazil before England was avenged of Germany by the hand of Spain. Thanks Spain.
We are thankful that we even got to watch the matches, for all the late nights and the mornings we had to persever through.
We are thankful that mostly justice was swift and pride was erased from the faces of Maradona and such.
We are thankful for the Jubalini settling into the game because it was so bouncy and awkward at first.
We are thankful that we could share our pleasures and sadness through facebook and other mediums
We are thankful that as we got depress from losing we rebounced higher than the jubalini when we saw providence going against the predictions of the bookies. We hope the Octopus dies.
We are thankful that we learn so much about others. We learn about their flag, national anthem and their statistics but we also learn about different culture and their silly royals.
We are thankful that at the end of it all we realised that we are only human and stripped down to pure emotions we are really irraitonal beings.
We are thankful that we are not the only mortals who face stress and failure especially when they correlate. So did Rooney, Ronaldo, Messi, Kaka, Villa, etc
We are thankful Sepp Blatter changed his opinion about technology even though it came at the cost of the England goal. We should not be repulsive to change.
We are thankful for all the interest we had in the games whether it was North Korea playing or watching just to see the French and Italians fail.
We are thankful for all the nail biting matches especially the late late goals. That changed the outcome of the game except for the ones that did not go our way.
We are thankful also for all the red cards and penalties that went our way.
We are thankful for all the inspiration to fight till the end but especially we are thankful for the answered prayers when we were about to cry at the sight of defeat.
We are thankful that we were all reconnected to the raw emotions suppress within, the tears, the anger, the exhilaration! Every one of them, in many ways we were like Maradona. Only not.
We are thankful that we were part of the millions all over the world, including those that do not know the real football, those that are suffering, those who do support the teams we hate and those who are different from us.
We are thankful the World Cup was not about about one man be it a player, coach or referee. Though Howard Webb almost made it so.
We are thankful for all the people who lost money, they should learn that life is not about predictions but providence.
We are thankful that the finals hosted two countries who have never won it until Spain took it for the first time. There will be a tomorrow, Netherlands! Oranje!
We are thankful for irony.
We are thankful for the Hand of God right down to the last goal.
We are thankful for The Beautiful Game.
And for all your participation.
Here is to the next World Cup!
Singing forever young, Singing songs underneath the sun, lest rejoice in the beautiful game and together at the end of the day. and then it goes back- Wavin' Flag
And now I just have one last thing to say and then i would have the WC out of my system and hopefully my sleep, SPAIN CHEATED! and they taught us that sometimes in this world injustice prevails and cheats go unpunished especially Iniesta!
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