Universe and She

The universe does so many things.

The planets revolve, but she centered his axis.

The sun shines; her eyes sparkled.

The wings of the butterflies; her eyelashes were sensational.

The star twinkled; her smile, better than a hundred million stars.

The river flowed; her bangles had a symphony.

The ocean rumbled; her hairs were tidal.

The wind breezed; she breathed soft.

The birds sang; her voice, musical.

The hummingbirds flap their wings so faster; she made his heart beat even faster.

The moon, so beautiful; her glowing-face eclipsed a full moon night.

His everything; she.

The divinity

She never corrected the typo.

He never used an emoticon.

She was so mean; with love.

The texts they sent carried the words they spoke in their heads.

Communication between them was out of this world; like a mother and her toddler.

He listened while she fought; she remained calm when it was his turn.

They hung around and did nothing; defining serenity.

Their love was like the moon, growing and diminishing; yet revolved around.

Matt LeBlanc wins in life too

We know that Joey Tribbiani and his extremely promiscuous endeavors, but how can we forget his remarkable pickup catchphrase “How you doin?” We also know that he always wins at enticing women, and after all these years, Matt has got the exact witty instinct.

I saw the buzz about this couple of months ago in one of the Facebook posts, but now I got to watch the exact occasion caught on The Graham Norton show in YouTube. Oh dear; Emilia, what an ecstatic grace. She just swept me off my feet at this candid moment. And Joey…Uh…Matt is the reason.

“I do have one slight request from you though,” she asks, fine-tuning the waistline of her dress—contrasting in an absolute stunning black garment.

Matt goes on asking, “What is that?”

“So, Would you…would you be able to ask me how am doing,” ahh….and that is the moment when the crowd goes crazy. I looked at her flashing, wide-opened, glittering smile; her eyebrows arching her forehead—as though they’re targeting a prey—and the flash of her smile. Gosh, all these involuntary artistry; I went straight up, top notch delight; couldn’t take my eyes off her.

And then Matt follows with a smirk, and shrugs off like ‘no-big-deal’. All that moment, Emilia couldn’t take her eyes off Matt, waiting for him to open up and she’s all smiling; wide-eyed and beautifully. Isn’t it comparable to watching a litter of cubs jogging and jumping, a school of dolphins diving and dancing, paddling of ducks on a freshwater, gaggles of geese, kindle of kittens running around, pandemonium of parrots, muster of peacocks, parcel of penguins, blossom of flower petals, a kit of pigeons taking off, all of the blissful joy put together? and that’s exactly like watching her  blush…, oh dear; she kept smiling.

And…the best is yet to come.

Joey goes on with “Well, since I…uh…You know, I haven’t been up to speed into the show, so….uh….I’d say…uh…”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Uh…How you doing,” strikes Joey.

Boom, laughter erupts. And she can’t hold her rosiness; slyly. I’m all happy, Emilia. I’m all happy looking at your smile.

This boy’s night

Perhaps the worst nightmare happened for this little toddler that cannot be erased from his childhood memory.

We remember the image of a drowned Syrian baby that shook the world; now we have another one; as if that was not enough.

The shocked Syrian boy
Victim of a war torn night

His plain reaction sums up the horror, an uncanny encounter in the wee hours of this boy’s usual night. Children love falling asleep and even wake up with a whimper, but this night when this infant was awaken by destructive missiles, he didn’t dare to shed a tear. He looked in disbelief, to see people alarmed and hustled to help him and his family into life again. Sitting in apprehension, he remembered his mom kissing him a good night’s sleep; it wasn’t. As mystified as he was, I have no idea to explain his pain in words. He didn’t cry—though at that moment, to him, everything felt unacquainted; the ambulance, the foreign faces around him, the noise, and his own bloodied face—but a subtle reaction disturbed us all.

The missile took his sleep, peace, and the strength to cry. I couldn’t complete the drawing with his face; I left it there. What a place the world has become.

May be, if you show this picture to him when he grows up, even he may cry.

Messi’s return normalizes expectation

I once read a quote that said “If you win once, people might call it luck, but if you win twice you may prove them wrong.” On the other hand, losing has also got equal and opposite impact. What adverse effect would happen by continuously losing on a big stage? Subsequent losses have proved be traumatizing for a player’s career; we have a recent story.

Setting aside the debate in the context of Ronaldo and Messi—where I have a sincere consent that both of them have enormous talent and conquered indefinite glory—I still believe that Messi as a footballer who would never do something very silly on the pitch. I always enjoyed watching Messi, who I perceived synonymous to the word ‘simplicity’. He did things that look like no-big-deal; what I mean is that he wouldn’t script a moment to make it dramatic. To me, he was plain.

The day after The Copa America finals was about just one thing; “Messi retires”. I tried to contemplate over the shocking news that followed the defeat for Argentines. It all made sense—understanding the intensity of frustration inside the player’s mind—though it made me smirk. I thought it was a genuine feeling that sounded like “I couldn’t let my nation down anymore”. He readily shrugged off the baton of expectations in order to save the disappointment from his fans; for real good. It had a sense of credibility but looked naive as well.

The decision might have shocked every one of us but we all knew that it’s not going to last for long time. We were right; and now we have him back, sooner than expected. This time, the decision—yet seemingly laughable—will do more good than harm. Earlier, he was expected to win every single match—which is reasonable for a player of such high caliber and—having your team perform so well and making it to the finals for three times in three major tournaments over the last 3 years; unbelievable. But now, these expectations surrounding Messi are normalized. We know the potential inside this player but also we understand what to expect of him. He had already proved everyone of his individual brilliance but in the scale of triumphs how much would a national team trophy weigh?

Messi might have taken the upper cut criticism straight in his face but he wanted to give a good fight again. The question is how many rounds will he last? Looking forward.