5PA1N.
Schadenfreude.
So much Schadenfreude.
Also. 24. Don't recall much of the night. It was a good night. Except for that refree in the Brazil-Croatia game o'course.
But then again, Schadenfreude.
Holy Dutchman Batman! This Robin can fly!
-Anil.
Saturday 14 June 2014
Hammered
Spain 1 - Netherlands 5
5PA1N.
Schadenfreude.
So much Schadenfreude.
Also. 24. Don't recall much of the night. It was a good night. Except for that refree in the Brazil-Croatia game o'course.
But then again, Schadenfreude.
Holy Dutchman Batman! This Robin can fly!
-Anil.
5PA1N.
Schadenfreude.
So much Schadenfreude.
Also. 24. Don't recall much of the night. It was a good night. Except for that refree in the Brazil-Croatia game o'course.
But then again, Schadenfreude.
Holy Dutchman Batman! This Robin can fly!
-Anil.
Wednesday 11 June 2014
The Leap Year of Football
Hello Internet.
It's here. Almost here.T minus One Day . And this year it kicks off at 00:00 hrs on June 13, GMT +4:00. That's the time in Dubai, UAE, where I live.
Co-incidentally, at probably the exact time either Brazil or Croatia kicks off the World Cup, I will turn 24.
Not a bad way to turn 24. I could probably later brag that billions around the world were cheering when I turned 24. A poor joke that would probably lead to people rolling their eyes in horror of the 'lameness' I had just uttered.
I personally would be cheering on Croatia because as much as I love the Chelsea boys from Brazil, come the world cup, I'm Argentine. And therefore, Brazil is not cool. However, I do hold a soft spot for the Red Devils of Belgium.
The World Cup. Brazil. These two are marriage made in heaven. Except, the news reports (the one's that get reported) are the exact opposite. A divorce. A rude awakening. Brazil is not a nation where you could offer a football to a child or issues can be sorted out by a football match. The media is to blame for this unfortunate caricature of a nation rich with culture, curves (I could not resist) and heritage. It is very much a nation going through turmoil. It has been for years. The government is run by corrupt bureaucrats. Policemen flash jewellery that they in no way can afford. And the public is revolting. Protests are probably being held as I write this. So what's new you say? Aren't there revolts everywhere in the world. Governments rise, fall, rise and fall again. Its the natural cycle of governments. But this is the World Cup! Imagine the amount of revenue that the country will generate you say!. Except, this isn't the World Cup.
It's called the FIFA World Cup. FIFA. I play that game religiously almost everyday. FIFA.
Diego Maradona recently called the organization an ugly power.
He dosen't mince his words. Never has. Bless Him. What a man!. What a player!. Legend!. Right, lets get back on track. FIFA. Where do I begin. If only there was an easier way to explain the problem with FIFA. Fortunately, There is. Readers (if at all any of you are reading) I give you Mr. John Oliver.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlJEt2KU33I
Brilliant, ain't it?
Being in the Middle East, I was immensely pleased when Qatar won the bid to host the 2022 World Cup. But no sooner than they announced it, the first thought that popped into my head was 'Why?'. I've played in the heat before. 45-50 degrees Celsius or so.Apart from going 6 shades darker and a massive headache, I enjoyed playing in the sun. This was 8-10 years ago. High School. An obese teenager running behind a ball and smashing it with all the power his legs could muster (not much). Now compare this to athletes playing at a supernatural level. They would be exhausted. Air-conditioned stadiums have been proposed. For a nation touted to be a proponent of going green, this proposal would ensure that the environmental-friendly tag will sink towards the trenches of the deep oceans.
However, part of me still wishes that the World Cup should be held in Qatar. You have all sorts of issues: labourers being misused, corruption claims, etc. But the World Cup so close to where I live? How can i turn that down? I should. If it is held in Qatar, I probably will go to the tournament so that I can fulfill my dream of watching the World Cup live in a stadium. If it isn't, I'd probably watch it on TV slightly disappointed but surely more at peace with my conflicted mind.
Note: This is all being written assuming I pursue my current standard of living, which is not bad at all. If I hit the jackpot in the next 2-4 years, I'm off to Russia to see the World Cup. Heh. So there.
Despite all of the glaring issues, just like John Oliver said, I know that I will be part of billions around the world cheering on the games every night for the next 30 days.
Here's David Luiz being awesome.
Why? Why you do this to us? Why? You were the chosen one! The next captain. PSG. Dammit. Bloody PSG. I can't hate this man. But he's just added more fuel to the desire to watch Brazil fail and Argentina succeed. Thanks for the 50 million geezer. You will be sorely missed.
- Anil
THIS BLOG claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please E-mail with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.
Seriously, copyright laws have issues. Don't sue me. It will not be cool.
It's here. Almost here.T minus One Day . And this year it kicks off at 00:00 hrs on June 13, GMT +4:00. That's the time in Dubai, UAE, where I live.
Co-incidentally, at probably the exact time either Brazil or Croatia kicks off the World Cup, I will turn 24.
Not a bad way to turn 24. I could probably later brag that billions around the world were cheering when I turned 24. A poor joke that would probably lead to people rolling their eyes in horror of the 'lameness' I had just uttered.
The World Cup. Brazil. These two are marriage made in heaven. Except, the news reports (the one's that get reported) are the exact opposite. A divorce. A rude awakening. Brazil is not a nation where you could offer a football to a child or issues can be sorted out by a football match. The media is to blame for this unfortunate caricature of a nation rich with culture, curves (I could not resist) and heritage. It is very much a nation going through turmoil. It has been for years. The government is run by corrupt bureaucrats. Policemen flash jewellery that they in no way can afford. And the public is revolting. Protests are probably being held as I write this. So what's new you say? Aren't there revolts everywhere in the world. Governments rise, fall, rise and fall again. Its the natural cycle of governments. But this is the World Cup! Imagine the amount of revenue that the country will generate you say!. Except, this isn't the World Cup.
It's called the FIFA World Cup. FIFA. I play that game religiously almost everyday. FIFA.
Diego Maradona recently called the organization an ugly power.
He dosen't mince his words. Never has. Bless Him. What a man!. What a player!. Legend!. Right, lets get back on track. FIFA. Where do I begin. If only there was an easier way to explain the problem with FIFA. Fortunately, There is. Readers (if at all any of you are reading) I give you Mr. John Oliver.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlJEt2KU33I
Brilliant, ain't it?
Being in the Middle East, I was immensely pleased when Qatar won the bid to host the 2022 World Cup. But no sooner than they announced it, the first thought that popped into my head was 'Why?'. I've played in the heat before. 45-50 degrees Celsius or so.Apart from going 6 shades darker and a massive headache, I enjoyed playing in the sun. This was 8-10 years ago. High School. An obese teenager running behind a ball and smashing it with all the power his legs could muster (not much). Now compare this to athletes playing at a supernatural level. They would be exhausted. Air-conditioned stadiums have been proposed. For a nation touted to be a proponent of going green, this proposal would ensure that the environmental-friendly tag will sink towards the trenches of the deep oceans.
However, part of me still wishes that the World Cup should be held in Qatar. You have all sorts of issues: labourers being misused, corruption claims, etc. But the World Cup so close to where I live? How can i turn that down? I should. If it is held in Qatar, I probably will go to the tournament so that I can fulfill my dream of watching the World Cup live in a stadium. If it isn't, I'd probably watch it on TV slightly disappointed but surely more at peace with my conflicted mind.
Note: This is all being written assuming I pursue my current standard of living, which is not bad at all. If I hit the jackpot in the next 2-4 years, I'm off to Russia to see the World Cup. Heh. So there.
Despite all of the glaring issues, just like John Oliver said, I know that I will be part of billions around the world cheering on the games every night for the next 30 days.
Here's David Luiz being awesome.
Why? Why you do this to us? Why? You were the chosen one! The next captain. PSG. Dammit. Bloody PSG. I can't hate this man. But he's just added more fuel to the desire to watch Brazil fail and Argentina succeed. Thanks for the 50 million geezer. You will be sorely missed.
- Anil
THIS BLOG claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please E-mail with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.
Seriously, copyright laws have issues. Don't sue me. It will not be cool.
Tuesday 10 June 2014
What to expect from The Dwarf Star.
Hello Internet.
I've been giving much thought to what I should blog about. I've just decided to do whatever comes to my mind. What can you expect? Hopefully, you can expect just about anything from my views on current events, social/economic, my view on what's right or wrong with the world, Cinema Reviews, Chelsea FC, etc.
Here's a fist-bumping puppy.
-Anil
I've been giving much thought to what I should blog about. I've just decided to do whatever comes to my mind. What can you expect? Hopefully, you can expect just about anything from my views on current events, social/economic, my view on what's right or wrong with the world, Cinema Reviews, Chelsea FC, etc.
Here's a fist-bumping puppy.
Sunday 8 June 2014
The First Post
Hello Internet.
The time has arrived for the world ( or anybody who happens to chance upon this blog) to be either profoundly disappointed or mildly impressed by this amateur.
My name is Anil. I've been a blogpost/blogger lurker for far too long. I've never commented on a post or if i have my memory fails to remind me of any such happenstance.Nor have I attempted to publish one.
I've been meaning to for several years now. Call it tardiness or whatnot, but nevertheless here I am.
I've decided to call my blog 'The Dwarf Star'.
I'm sure every blogger has a title that resonates some personal meaning to them. Mine's no different.
Dwarf Star's are faint stars. The one's that emit well faint light. I'd like to imagine them as the Sun when a complete solar eclipse occurs. And if a dwarf star were a person, I'd like to think of them as someone constantly conjuring up ideas in their workshop called the brain. Igniting those ideas only to be extinguished away immediately. That's where the faint light comes from. Sparks and Smoke.
I'd like to think one can soar, nature often reminds us that we cannot.
The time has arrived for the world ( or anybody who happens to chance upon this blog) to be either profoundly disappointed or mildly impressed by this amateur.
My name is Anil. I've been a blogpost/blogger lurker for far too long. I've never commented on a post or if i have my memory fails to remind me of any such happenstance.Nor have I attempted to publish one.
I've been meaning to for several years now. Call it tardiness or whatnot, but nevertheless here I am.
I've decided to call my blog 'The Dwarf Star'.
Dwarf Star's are faint stars. The one's that emit well faint light. I'd like to imagine them as the Sun when a complete solar eclipse occurs. And if a dwarf star were a person, I'd like to think of them as someone constantly conjuring up ideas in their workshop called the brain. Igniting those ideas only to be extinguished away immediately. That's where the faint light comes from. Sparks and Smoke.
I'd like to think one can soar, nature often reminds us that we cannot.
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