The Left Wing (Or A Rather Late Love Letter To Rosicky)

 - Part of the 365 days of writing challenge. Fml.
As most of you probably know, I'm an arsenal fan. Welp. Just clearing that out. What most of you probably don't know is how it started. Watching the world cup with my dad, in 2006, breaking the tradition from my father's side of the family and supporting and watching Germany, I couldn't help but admire how Lukas Podolski effortlessly linked up with a now legendary Miroslav Klose. And feel bad for Mertesacker being kicked in the balls, that too. Years later when I make the effort to find out which club they both played for, surprise! Yeah, Arsenal, and I'm still the biggest fan of the one of the two  remaining here. Should be next to be named captain, in my opinion. But I'm getting too technical. 

Next time 21st April, I happen to be watching the TV and see a demigod hailing by the name of Andrey/Andrei Arshevin totally annihilate Liverpool from the left wing, only for the match to be drawn sadly, but he scored 4 goals in one of the most thrilling matches of the Premier League ever. There was Tomas Rosicky who till date remains one of my biggest inspirations, the way he went all in for tackles, his shots and flair, he always sped up our game by two or three touches and we never looked to be making any mistakes on the ball when he was around, and most importantly, banging Spurs every time. There was Podolski when he came around, scored in bangers and was an absolute bulldog on the pitch, my favorite till date. And nothing pleased me better as a fan when arguably the start of title winning intentions was started, after 3 years of hard support knowing the club as "4senal" and trophyless, Mesut Ozil coming around for a short time however flattering to deceive until this season, that too centrally sadly not on the left, and Alexis Sanchez lighting it up on his debut season.
There's something I've fallen in love with about this position and this club, and everybody has these little things they're too attached to. Which is the reason I celebrated when Theo scored the goal from the left, a total screamer vs Manchester City, and abused him when he would play there elsewise obviously not deserving it. These're the little things you're a little emotional about and you forego logic when these are brought into conversation, but hey, I'm proud of mine, my little addiction the left wing, arsenal, and all of number 7s at Arsenal who've made me fall in love with the beautiful game again and again.

Thank you, this was JustAnotheRandomGuy

Day 1, #365 Days Of Writing

Out.    

When God Happens

When God Happens.
I know most of you reading this probably don't believe in Him, a way or sort. Or you could keep your faith, but personally, I was never a man of faith until sometime now. But is it because we're simply looking for the wrong thing? How can you feel faith for a person, savior, somebody you've never seen? It either takes blind love or total belief which is beyond me.
When Moses went to God at the top of the hill and asked Him to describe himself, He simply replied "I am".
Therefore I believe God; is not an entity; or person; but an action, a verb. God is something that happens. Something that you feel. A personification of creation, goodwill, everything that is sunshine, puppy dogs and rainbows. As absurd as it sounds, haha, once you feel the all the good, you realize you're feeling something beyond you.


When the towers fell and the people of the world stood in silent unity with the people of New York. People lost their lives, humanity itself was shook but we came back stronger.


When you look into the eyes of that girl at the party and you know that you want it so bad you're going to do anything, anything to look in that all day.When you learn that woman or no woman, your happiness is bound by one thing and one thing only- yourself.


When you're inspired by the timeless evergoing clockwork enigma, that is Nature.
When you read a good book. Watch a good movie, forever changed by the sum of a few hours.
Maybe it's the few hours you spent in reflection; and when you came out, you knew much better.


When you see Her recover from the illness that plagued her, brought back to life, saved from her terminal condition.
When you realize that his death wasn't your fault. When you learn to forgive yourself. Forgiveness, to others is often preached, but the most important thing maybe is to forgive ourselves for all the things that we never did.

 When a parent gets to hold his child after months of suffering to see him- When a child embraces his father after months of his absence and suffering.

When the war ends. When out of the turmoil there's nothing but rebuilding and creating again. 
That, I believe is when God happens.

Perhaps, we won't die. We'll keep spinning on like a record meant to play forever.
Signing out, 
JustAnotheRandomGuy

The World's Worst Relatives

I have the world's worst grandfather. He was a zoologist.
I bet he could have taught me a lot about biology. I bet he could have kept it interesting for me while school on the other hand has stripped away whatever interest I had in the subject. I bet he could have kept my mind from dropping off in Science and my grades sliding down.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst uncle. He was my mother's brother.
My mom keeps telling me he had a lot of friends. He was short like me but didn't get teased for it. He definitely could have helped me with my troubles in school. He could have imparted his social skills and not made me an awkward freak like I am today.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst uncle and grandfathers. They knew a lot about football.
 They could have guided my passion in the sport. Maybe I wouldn't have turned out to be an Arsenal fan and spending those nights crying when we had the league snatched from us, a heartbreak in a cup or a big loss to a rival. My grandfather even was the vice-president of his local club. They could have taught me to play football and maybe I wouldn't have started hating this sport I once loved.
 But they didn't.

I have the world's worst Uncle. I bet he knew a lot about girls.
He even married one! I bet he could teach me a lot about how to handle the other gender. Maybe I wouldn't have been so shy around them all the time and maybe I could've charmed the one I always liked in school. He could have definitely helped me with my err....smoothness.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst grandfather. I bet he went through a lot of tough times.
He was born just around the Independence, I think. He went through a lot of tough times, or so I'm told. I bet he could've help me get through mine.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst Uncle. He was a doctor who trained in the NCC too!
He was quite strong and good-looking too.Once he got out of there he became a on-field doctor. But he smoked. I'm sure he could have helped me with being fit and charming instead of this unattractive bag of potatoes.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst grandfather. He was a big foodie.
He used to get some new treat from the stalls on the street for my mother. He could have done the same for me too, you know. I'd have a much better understanding of food and I'd like to have actually had a delicious dinner cooked all by me. He could have helped me with everything food.

I have the world's worst relatives. They're just pictures on the wall.

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What kind of a doctor smokes and throws his life away and dies? He could have stayed. I understand the knowledge wasn't out yet smoking killed but he should have known better. He left me all alone and there's so many things we could have done. He left his wife all alone and went straight back to a better place. 
He's really the world's worst uncle.

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What kind of a grandfather doesn't want to tell his stories to his grandson? Take him out to eat on a nearby stall he knows which sells amazing samosas maybe. Read brilliant books together instead? Here I am looking at his picture at the centre of the wall. His eyes follow me throughout my room. What kind of a grandfather denies his grandson all these pleasures? 

He really is the world's worst grandfather.


What kind of monsters are they?
My uncle died on the 28th of March 2001.
My grandfather died on the 7th of March 2002.
They're the type of monsters because of the things they didn't do rather than the things they did.
They're the type of people that you miss.

Finally a raw post.

Patrick Daitya

Last Post (such misleading titles)

So, after a long long time, I've finally decided to shut down this blog. Shut it down, yeah.

So there isn't much to say
No I don't know where I'm going but I know I'm gone.
I can't say what I've been feeling but I know I'm done.
I'm looking in the shadows,
Shadows of the past.
I do want more,
But we're moving too fast.

I ain't feeling, like I used to.
I'm knocked down hard, cause I used to;
Defy gravity.
Defy, gravity.
Goodbyes keep dragging me,
Down,
And I'm fighting gravity.
Fighting gravity.
I tried, but I keep falling.
Cause falling's easy.
But there's only one way up.
So I've been thinking about something.
Lately I've been alive.
Cause I found my reason in nothing,
So I'll close my eyes.
If I don't mean nothing.
To everything around me
Is it my fault that we are who we are,
When we've only ourselves to blame;
The sunlight begins to fade now
And I feel like I'm losing time
But I don't know how I'm here
The sunlight is turned to gray
And I feel like I'm losing love again
And I don't know how I'm here 

It's hard to know,
When it's time to go,
But I think I can,
Show the way out,
For myself,
Cause I know I'm fighting a battle I can't win.
I've tried hard but I'm the last of my kin.
It doesn't matter anymore,
When they won't think of you.
With an injured wing the eagle finds it hard, to soar.
So I'm leaving to.
Cause everybody leaves.
So I'm done.
And I don't know where I'm going but I know I'm gone.


You'll see me. Somewhere for sure. Just not here or on tumblr anymore. I'm done writing. You'll see my name on a youtube channel today maybe, or you'll see it on a vimeo short film, all i'm saying is watch out :)

For the last time. Haha.
JustAnotherRandomGuy

Review Time!

THERE WILL BE BLOOD- A REVIEW

So after a lot of time, I finally had the honor of watching the masterpiece that is called There Will Be Blood.

I don’t know about you but ever since watching this Paul Thomas Anderson piece of art, I have never had a milkshake without bursting into a bad, loud Daniel Plainview impression,

The film is a great watch from the beginning to the end.

Wait, not the beginning. Not the very beginning.

It opens with the shot of our main character, Daniel Plainview, in a mine. In a Pyrrhic Victory he gets the (Stone? Oil piece? Ore? It doesn’t matter. It’s basically a McGuffin), and comes out crawling. For the average cinema-going audience, this part ain’t exactly satisfying. You’re hurdling through dark shots of the mine then suddenly struck by the cold light of day of the Nevada desert. You see a character mining for something. Damn, you have nothing to sympathize for.

Not to mention you have about four and a half minutes before anything happens.

This is like one of those films, if you didn’t know how good it was, and just caught the first few minutes while scrolling by, it probably wouldn’t interest you. 

But then again. This film is a masterpiece, one that deserves to be watched from the beginning to the end, it doesn’t care if you didn’t find the first moments gripping, and serves to delight the absolute purist in cinemas. Not that an average layman wouldn’t find it interesting, though.

A few years later we see him working as part of an Oilgarchy. The ‘derrick’ finds oil, and the entire place rejoices. They collect it in a pool, and our MainCharacter even goes ahead to put it on his child’s forehead. There ahead you can see how our character is so amazed by the black blood that is oil.

We see him over the years, find out his child’s (H.W. Plainview) mother died in childbirth, how taken he is by the investments in oil.

Now I won’t bore you too much.

It all begins with Paul Sunday, the son of a goat ranch owner down in California. He acquires the land and what happens with Eli, Paul’s brother, his drilling there, explosion which causes deaths of few and his child to go deaf, which in turn makes him into a monster. He almost kills Eli out of frustration, abandons his child, and gets sucked in deeper into money-making, and how we struggles to get out of it.

Now telling you anything more would be spoiling it totally for you :P

Daniel-Day Lewis does an absolute fantastic job of portraying Daniel Plainview’s descent into madness for his greed of the black foul substance of oil. In my opinion nobody could have portrayed the character better. Damn, it just makes me feel why he is one of the few amazing actors all-around.

I however was not thoroughly satisfied by Paul Dano’s performance. You know how some movies have been bad, but it wasn’t their fault? The character was just scripted badly?

This is the exact opposite.

I mean, c’mon. The only moment I felt the actor did okay was during the strangling of his father Abel Sunday. If you look at him, you’ll notice his character’s eye wandering between shots. Even through his fantastic energy-filled church sermons, I feel a person could have done better- 

Cillian Murphy.

No seriously. Look at his performances in 28 Days Later and Red lights. The kid could have TOTALLY pulled the character off.

All others did well too. Hans Howes for Bandy, Kevin J’O Connor for Henry Plainview( I can’t spoil it yet, can I ? ), and Dillion Fraiser for H.W. Plainview especially. The boy really pulled off one of the best child actor performances seen through the years.

General Appeal- 7.5 out of 10. Even if you didn’t hang on after the dismal few first minutes, this movie is a thoroughly entertaining watch. A few people might be disappointed about the lack of blood until at least half an hour or a full one hour.

Style/Cinematography- 9 out of 10. The place it missed out on is it’s color use. The shots move really quickly from light to dark, and that isn’t pleasing the eyes. And cinematography’s all about pleasing the eyes. Full credit to the guy though, for managing all those shot-blocking sequences, to introduce characters, one at a time.

Plot- A total 10 out of 10. Paul Thomas Anderson struck oil when he got this idea. I have never felt a more compelling story, and what makes it better is that you can’t help hating Daniel Plainview but sympathizing for him at the same time. 

I don’t think if I say anything anymore I will be able to give it justice, so yeah :)

Also, doesn’t it feel too much like the Coen Brothers’ film No Country For Old Men? Fun Fact: Due to the derrick explosion scene, the nearby camp for No Country For Old Men had to abandon shooting for one day. That film however went on to beat There Will Be Blood at the Oscars.

In total I give it a 9 out of 10 (Scores are not a average, it is what I give it independently.)

Until next time, and thanks for reading all this

JustAnotheRandomGuy

I really wish I could write something but I can't. I have so much to write, but to be honest, I can't put it down on ink and paper.
My poet's wound has closed, apparently (Not really a good thing)
So, to pass time, I'll finish the Daredevil series and hit you with a double review of Daredevil and Age of Ultron.
Yeah. I can't write right now.

F***

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Giving up

There's two kinds of people
Some who give you up
And some who can say they tried
The others just get on their with their own lives,
While I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgotten you have, an old friend.
Left without a, proper goodbye.
What's the last time,
You looked me in the eye?
The last time that you, spoke to me in real life?
But I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgetting all this rhyming bullshit, I have two things to say- One, I'm not uploading my posts to indiblogger cause I'm infrequent and this writing is shit.
And you need feelings to write. Writing is expression.
Does this look like a man who has feelings?
Two, I feel really bad.
NOTHING I DO IS EVER RIGHT!
C'mon guys. And really, I have lost meaning.
I'm not making anybody else happy, neither am I happy myself, neither would anybody be happier seeing me alive.
Oops.
People have forgotten me. I'm not kidding. People I used to call best friends don't have the nerve to talk to me in class, but have enough to b**** behind my back.
Great. I don't mind. What I do is that you fake it all with me.
And there is one person indeed who has totally forgotten me.
Aah. No matter. After all, I have no right to speak to royalty, do I?
Talk to you when the air stops getting so thin up there, Blue.
Oops. Public name calling.

No, I'm not even gonna f***ing give a logout message

JustAnotheRandomGuy