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Guess who’s back?

It’s been a while. Logging in after ages, must confess, I’d lost my password

Still not happy with the layout of my blog and still nowhere near understanding how to use wordpress.

(*reminder* hit the web after the exams*)

I wrote this a while back, something to chew over as you prepare for your exams:

I’m listening to Owl City on my once new music player and looking out of my half open window in the University of Engineering and Technology.

It’s an enigma to be sure. This mini world I’ve landed in. Through the slightly holey and paint blocked netting of the window, I can see outside (well one would hope so).  It’s safe, there’s still an hour or so until I have to worry about the outsiders being able to see me sitting inside.

Which is an irony to be sure.

It’s the road where people walk to see and be seen. You won’t find any genuineness here. It’s all images produced by the people themselves but whether it’s to deceive the others around them or themselves- “that is the question” (like Shakespeare once wrote)- because that’s all it does, deceive.

Most of the people I see are students- this is the crème de la crème of Pakistan- students who achieved some of the highest marks in their FSc papers and went on to defeat the monstrous UET entrance exam.  This means more than two years of non-stop studying, extra classes, tuitions, attending academies etc. Yet, this knowledge has only led me to conclude that just being studious does not make a human being a person. After looking at the different personalities around, the word ‘different’ cannot be used as there’s not a huge difference among them.

At the same time I have met people who I never imagined could be- who taught me (are still teaching me) to be footloose and carefree. In whom I have not seen any double standards because they simply are so joyous to live life, be where they are, doing what they are that they don’t let anything  get them down. To them all that matters is how they perceive the world, not how the world perceives them.

So if you can find such a person, hold on to them- they may change as life goes on, but they’ll always remain true to themselves. If you haven’t, get a fine toothed comb and start searching!

This one’s for all you UETians; old or new, juniors or seniors- make the best of what you’ve got!

Now please excuse me- there’s a rather elusive mosquito that’s been bugging me for the past few minutes, and now it’s my turn.

Happy exam season everyone- try not to let the papers bury you!

For the first time in half a decade, Paris is not masked by a shroud of inevitability this time of the year. Not too long ago Rafael Nadal’s pursuit of equaling Bjorn Borg’s record of six Rolland Garros titles was unanimously prognosticated to end this year, however the advent of a certain East-European beast has made the Spaniard’s labyrinth strenuously menacing.

Novak Djokovic’s 39 match unbeaten run has received a chain of jaw-dropping salutations, especially after subordinating the ‘King of Clay’ in his own realm! If Djokovic manages to penetrate through to the final he will expropriate Nadal from the number one ranking even if the Spaniard wins the whole thing. The best-of-five-sets format at Grand Slams does give an entirely remodeled shape to the competition, but considering the Serb’s invincible aura one can be forgiven to label this year’s conquest a two-horse race; with No-Djo being the man to beat.

The draw hasn’t been courteous to Nadal, first round against the big serving John Isner, followed by potential matchups against Davydenko (third round), Verdasco (fourth round) and the runners-up for the last two years Robin Soderling (quarter-final) waiting in the wings. Djokovic’s quest to vanquish the dirt can be marred by two of the biggest hitters in the game. Juan Martin Del Potro looks destined to meet the Serbian in a potentially scrumptious third round rendezvous. Meanwhile the 6th seed and last year’s semi-finalist Thomas Berdych also lies in the same quarter of the draw.

While the ‘Big two’ tower above the rest, Roger Federer and Andy Murray are the vanguards of the chasing pack. The Swiss maestro, still one week adrift of Pistol Pete’s record of 286 weeks at the summit of the ATP rankings, would rekindle his hope of eclipsing the record if he manages to filter through to the final weekend. However R-Fed’s disinterested persona over the recent weeks has thumped a grave question mark over his motivation. Lying in Djokovic’s half; Federer might need to overcome an invigorated David Ferrer in the quarters before the mouth-watering prospect of a semi-final encounter with the man of the hour. One more Parisian slam might be Federer’s aspiration, as he looks to augment his record tally of 16 grand slam titles.

Novak Djokovic’s unflinching manifestations have diverted the attention from the fact that this year has seen Andy Murray’s best ever run on clay. The Scot was only a couple of points away from getting the better of Djokovic in Rome last week, and gave Nadal a veritable scare in Monte Carlo. Adolescent on clay, the British number one is the dark horse this year. Stationed in the top half, Murray could not have carved out a better draw for himself. Facing qualifiers in the first couple of rounds, the sternest obstacles in the world number four’s quarter are Viktor Troicki, Nicolas Almagro and Jurgen Melzer.

Robin Soderling and David Ferrer wrap up the catalog of challengers, with the former looking to go that one step further and the latter looking to conglomerate his impressive run of form this year. Nevertheless it’s the Nadal-Djokovic final the tennis world is hankering after. Nole has already dismantled Rafa in four ATP Masters 1000 finals this year, another triumph in Paris would resoundingly throw the cat amongst the pigeons…

A decade ago they wouldn’t get their hands off each other but the recent past has transmuted the stable love affair into remnants of nostalgic symbiosis. Amidst the plethora of unceremonious one-night stands, Wenger and the Arsenal faithful have shared a protracted relationship. Their level of compatibility was unprecedented, understanding unparalleled; they towered above mortals as “Invincibles”! A continuum of convulsions has meant that things have gone pear-shaped.

The greatest manager in the history of one of the most decorated clubs in England is witnessing the disintegration of a legacy, which he himself created. Pot-less for six years, the patience reservoir of the world of football has long become torrid with aridity, but Arsenal fans cling on to their final droplets. Once the proud “professor” of the all-conquering graduates, Wenger is now intermittently seen gazing at his toddlers with impotent frustration.

While other prestigious clubs are also going through spells of silverware infertility, it’s the Arsenal trophy cabinet that has become the quarry of the cobweb and Al-Qaeda hideout jokes; the explanation is facile. Over the last few seasons Arsenal have manifested a monotonous capitulation pattern, where their undisputed talent and football prowess came unstuck at the most inopportune moments, confronting the most decisive tasks. Their glaring deficiencies bulge out from every April that sees Arsenal succumb to their self-destructive instincts. When the going gets tough, the Gunners are usually out of bullets.

Wenger’s batches of 98, 02 and 04 had all the flair that the current crop can conjure up but were constituted of a robust spine that this team can only envy. While he inherited players like Adams and Bergkamp, shrewd purchases like Vieira, Overmars, Petit and Sol Campbell combined style with substance. Absence of leadership which was ubiquitous in the previous teams, coupled with a comically charitable defense has ensured that the current group’s ‘eye-catching’ brand of football is shrinked to the stature of glamourous pleasantries rather than being a tool of competition.

Arsene Wenger’s post match interviews are reminiscent of extracts from the book; “Hundred excuses to satisfy her”. Buying talented but injury-prone players in exchange for peanuts and then whining about the ‘misfortune’ of an injury-plagued season, being completely devoid of physically strong players and then moaning about how other teams bully his team while they endeavour to personify the verses from the holy gospel of football; Wenger’s clamours are vociferous… but hollow.

Monsieur Wenger’s sweetheart meanwhile anxiously fondles old wrapping papers which contained boxes of chocolates; emblems of their bond at its apogee. The chocolates still come, but not when their craving is at its peak. Multitude of tormenting questions transcends the mind; is this only a phase? What if it’s not his fault? What if this really is the best we can be? And like most Saturday nights of the past few years the wriggling thought of being with someone else is shunned.

Like a faithful partner, Wenger’s better half defends the man in front of other more exuberant couples. The melancholy of the insecure heart and anxious eyes is vented lying in solitude. Holding his hand tightly, in an ostensible aura of belief and certitude, the hand loses its grip when no one is watching…

Last month he was being touted as our Charles De Gaulle, and this week… Voila! In Ijaz Butt’s office whining and sulking. The all-conquering (or at least pretending to be something similar) leader wants all strings tied to his belt, and when a question mark is floated, he throws his toys out of the pram. (These toys run the whole gamut from an ‘Afridi10’ doll with an X-posture a la the World Cup dismissal celebration to the ‘Boom Boom’ cannon which can shoot the ball miles).

Before we unravel the myriad layers of Shahid Afridi – the man, let’s endeavour to solve the mystery that would leave Agatha Christie fanatics with a baffling rendezvous. Shahid Afridi – the cricketer is akin to a Christie whodunit; as in who has done this to us? How can someone who has refrained from even an iota of responsibility be allowed to represent a nation for over 15 years? Oh and it gets prodigiously worse – he’s now the captain of our “stuttering ship”!

So how can one classify Afridi – the cricketer? Calling Shahid Afridi an all-rounder is like calling a toothless reindeer an omnivore. His batting has metamorphosed into that metaphoric needle in a haystack that has been magnetically fluxed out. In his previous 86 ODIs since May 2007, our flamboyant (read overhyped) captain has conjured up a grand total of 5 scores of 50 or more, two of them being versus the cricketing powerhouses of Zimbabwe and Bangladesh.

What’s that you say? Shahid “I am in the team as a bowler, and batting is my bonus “Afridi has evolved into a match winning bowler? The leading wicket taker in the World Cup! The horrendously ubiquitous clamour!! Before putting on your rose-tinted glasses to search for a knife to bust my guts open, let’s unveil a few precious stats. Of the 21 wickets that our bowling virtuoso took in the world cup, 14 were against the titanic batting lineups of Canada, Kenya and West Indies. In his last 66 ODIs Afridi has managed to take more than 2 wickets in a single match on 5 occasions, 3 of which were the aforementioned miracles. So how exactly do we define a “match-winner”? Just like the final chapters of “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd” one wonders how the reality has managed to make a mockery of us…

Juxtapose our scenario with any vintage Christie mystery, and a recap ensures that a multitude of clues eventually bulge out. Mediocre skill coupled with a self-obsessed aura eventually leads to a shallow craving for limelight; the media does the rest and exaggerates even the minutest of his achievements. His pop-star looks make him the quintessential poster boy, his self-pointing celebrations get him worldwide attention and he starts believing in his own hype. The nation falls prey to this soap opera and ostensibly finds a leader to hero-worship. Dragging a fast bowling great to an unceremonious farewell, orchestrating a regular power-play circus and imprudent performances galore; the adolescent leadership legacy is already a blend of Woody Allen comedy and Shakespearean tragedy.

When players teamed up against Miandad we called him a spoiled brat, when Wasim Akram couldn’t perform for two matches in a row we labeled him a drug taking match-fixer, when Inzi ran himself out we chanted “Aalu Aalu”… but when Shahid Afridi lets his nation down for the 2143513491741st time we extol his spells against Canada and Kenya and put his face on our facebook display pictures.

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