On July 27th i celebrated my 23rd birthday. Unlike other birthdays, i had to confront some profound questions. Partly because it was around the time when Manchester United revealed they were willing to pay $60 million for Carlos Tevez. He is 23 years old too. I just wondered what i was worth.
23 years of life. What has it been worth. Is anything in life worth anything. Or is it a cardinal mistake to even think of quantifying a person's life. Or is it like what Dirk Diggler said in 'Boogie Nights' "Everybody has a talent". I remember having the same problem on my 19th birthday, but then i was able to brush it away by telling myself "Greatness is just round the corner". Can i still say that. People like Hitchcock and Salman Rushdie came good only in the second part of their lives. Do I find myself in that league????
Sometimes i end up believing in what Tyler Durden said "We are the middle children of history. There is no great purpose or great war or great depression in this life time". Hence no purpose .
Are we all that insignificant????????
Only thing that comes to my mind right now are the lyrics of Police's Message in a bottle "Just a cast away, Island lost at sea. Another lonely day........... no one here but me . I'll send an SOS to the world.........................."
Friday, August 24, 2007
The Officer who used Only the F-word
The other day we had a water polo match with some guys from the army cantt. They came in their huge truck camouflaged in the army colors. I came to the feild when they were going though their warm ups. My first reaction being "But........these guys look like monsters".
The most interesting part was this officer who just couldnt stop using the f-word. "You guys have a f*** amazing pool". "F*** you goalie". " F*** you defender". " Play fair or I will F***ing drown you". And he did drown me. I made a perfectly legal foul only to find myself half way down in the 20-feet deep water, being pushed by this monster. Down Down Down i went until i managed to fight and rush back up for a gasp of air. For a second i really thought my number was up.
This guy we felt had an incessant need to prove to the guys around him(who were mostly jawans) that he knew some english. I mean cmon how many times can you use the word without getting sick of it.
The most interesting part was this officer who just couldnt stop using the f-word. "You guys have a f*** amazing pool". "F*** you goalie". " F*** you defender". " Play fair or I will F***ing drown you". And he did drown me. I made a perfectly legal foul only to find myself half way down in the 20-feet deep water, being pushed by this monster. Down Down Down i went until i managed to fight and rush back up for a gasp of air. For a second i really thought my number was up.
This guy we felt had an incessant need to prove to the guys around him(who were mostly jawans) that he knew some english. I mean cmon how many times can you use the word without getting sick of it.
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