Hello there, I am back to annoy you with quirks from my
life. It hasn't been good going, I barely made it through the weekend. But hey
here I am.
This weekend marked the final week of premier league
football. Arsenal were looking to end their campaign on a high, with second
place in sight. Spuds needed to lose for that to happen, and boy did they
implode in spectacular fashion. They just had to draw against a relegated team,
and managed to lose 5-1 to 10 men Newcastle. And Arsenal won 4-0 to finish
second and above spurs. The banter was awesome. To be so many points behind
them and to finish ahead is quite hilarious. But you have to hand it to Pochettino,
who got a title challenge from that squad. Something Arsene Wenger was unable
to do with a far superior squad in my opinion. Well, the past is the past and
nothing can change the fact that the title was up for grabs and we bottled it.
Some players have not stepped up, and do not deserve any more trust from the
manager. On the manager itself, I'm not quite sure. Should he stay, or go? When
we are winning the stadium support can be absolutely wonderful. But when we are
down, the stadium becomes hostile. Players must have felt it. The manager
certainly would have. I'm of the opinion that he should see out his contract.
Judge him on his performances and decide whether to renew or part ways. And if
we are going to part ways with him, please put a healthy structure in place for
the successor. I think the squad will be OK. Arteta, Rosicky and Flamini all
bade their goodbyes, with Rosicky being presented with a silver cannon. A good
gesture from the club. From a football perspective, it was a good weekend.
It has been a year since my cousin got married and I just
remembered something about it. Age. She was 23 back then. Don't you feel 23 is
a very young age to get married? It wasn't like she was forced or something. I
think her life is much better at her in-laws than her maiden home. That doesn't
change the fact that 23 is a very very young age. Imagine people like us: just
got out of college at 22, worked for a year, and bam! Carted off to some
unknown place with essentially an unknown person. The loss of independence and
freedom itself will be too much to bear. But thousands of women are tolerating
this “practice” just so their parents can be happy. Now I may not be the best
person to ask about happiness, surely the women would be be happy? Not all of
them are as fortunate as my dear cousin. Why don't the parents look at this
part? Why do they consider their own daughters as some kind of a burden? “OK
daughter turned 23 yesterday, let us marry her off, now she is someone else's
problem.” Why does this mentality exist? Surely the well educated people can
understand this, I hope.
Some person had their status along the lines of “be so happy
that when someone sees you, they themselves become happy” I think words like
these deserve a special mention. Have you seen people who live the quote? I
have, and let me tell you: they are fantastic people. They have the power to
change your mood. I wish more people like them existed.
I guess this is pretty much it. I don't have anything else.
Until next time, bye bye. Meanwhile have a scintillating time.
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