Can one eat Football?

This Mural created by the Brazilian Street Artist Paulo Ito on May 10, 2014 on the doors of his school house is São Paulo has gone Viral on the interweb.
The vivid image of a Brazilian child wit nothing to eat, but a football is as hard-hitting as it is heart-breaking.
I love football and I’m counting days till the world cup begins (19 days, whooop!) but this here, made me not only re-think but reconsider almost everything I like or believe in. Is it fair on not moral but on the grounds of humanity that Countries, countries with hundreds of thousands of people who are starving, dying, who lack the basic health, food and education necessities spends hundreds of millions to satisfy the entertainment needs of a few hundred million.
I’m not demeaning or trivialising the sport here, I think sports are important and bring a country together, team spirit, patriotism, happiness, love and all that jazz. I know Football is religion in European countries and a few other nations, but honestly shouldn’t we all stop and think if a child should go hungry because certain individuals(myself, included!) need constant change and excitement in their mode of entertainment.
A country like Brazil which like India has a HUGE population and not enough resources or money to fulfill the needs of it’s people, Should a country like Brazil hold the World Cup? People are going hungry, they had hiked the bus fares and health care systems but after people protested they let go of it but not completely.

People are suffering.
When Paulo Ito in a chat with the Slate via facebook chat said,” The truth is there is so much wrong in Brazil that it is difficult to know where to start, I didn’t mean [to say] nobody is doing anything against poverty,” he said of the mural. “But we need to show the world or ourselves that the situation is still not good.” He also explained,“People already have the feeling and that image condensed this feeling,”

We can’t really eat footballs or cricket bats, can we?

Because if we could, this world would be a better place and perhaps happier.

For further information Here’s the link to the original article I read http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_spot/2014/05/20/paulo_ito_world_cup_a_brazilian_street_artist_has_created_the_world_cup.html?utm_content=bufferb0ecd&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer#

Day 8: The moment I felt most satisfied with my life

The Moment I felt most satisfied with my life, Today’s Challenge made me smile like a retard. Isn’t it weird that we run behind such monumental things all our lives only to be content with the tiny ones, It’s the small things that make a difference.

Small things and Big money. ( The Clash between the idealist in me and the struggling-student-in-a-third-world-country in me is crazy)
The moment, The moment when I felt satisfied. MOST SATISFIED but not exhilarated, or exuberant, The moment I felt truly content was sometime last December. Oddly enough it wasn’t when I got my tattoo, or got a kick-ass college or when I got a car ( luls. because I don’t have a car :P) or even post-mindblowing- sex. I did feel satisfied but … It was sometime last December.
I went back to Pune, the city I completed my last two years of schooling from (also grade 6,7 and 8) The city where my brother and mother were and where my friends still are.  So I went back home after my Semester end exams.


One day, out of the blue I planned to go over to a friend’s place for the night, her mother was going to be out of town and we had planned to call our friends over get drunk or high, or both and just chill and catch up.  (Note: This was also the night when I puked for the first time after drinking, I drink a lot but don’t puke. I’d never puked before that and have never puked after that. It was just a sudden whiskey shot {I hate shots!} and it just came up and I puked in my hand, splattered some on my friend’s face too but hey! It’s okay, right?)

We sneaked the guys in around mid-night, they had to jump over a hedge and everything, in order to hide from her neighbours. So by 1-1:30 we had finished a bottle of whiskey
and were done with the second round of joints. With their inhibitions low, one of them was sitting on her bed-crosslegged staring at the wall, my musical friend was strumming on his
guitar, the third one was crushing some stuff for the bong and giggling, another was playing with my hair and pulling it, while I sat on the floor in the weird way that I sit while my friend whose house it was leaned against the wall, her clothes falling off her, her gorgeous hair spilled all over laughing at us.


And then, my musical friend started strumming ‘sutta ‘ (sutta is Hindi, or modernised Hindi for cigarette) , it’s like Indianised, explicitised collegey Summer of 69 or something on those
lines It’s legendary that song!, anywho he started playing it, humming alongside and all of us started singing with him on the top of our lungs. We were screaming (we weren’t supposed to because the neighbours could hear everything and my friend, along with all of us could get into trouble) but we sang. we sang all three verses, the chorus, the guitar riff and we smiled at each other, and we laughed. And God, in that moment I swear we were infinite. It felt so pure and simple. I have sung songs in my hoarse voice hundred of times, but there was something about that moment. I remember looking at each one of them, individually and I could feel them and see the spark in their eyes.
They felt it too, I hope. Jesus, I was content. satisfied. Happy. I wasn’t with all of my ‘official best friends’ (I’m lame, that way.) but was with some of the best of my friends,
I was in a room full of people I loved, I love with all my heart and soul.

I forgot, we forgot about things. About pending assignments, getting screwed, our parents finding out about our whereabouts, about the unpredictable future and deteriorating grades, about hating college and not having girlfriends or boyfriends.
We were high, high enough to feel things we hadn’t felt but not high enough to zone out (that happened later that night!) so that amplified our emotions, but good lord I felt like charlie, when he heard the tunnel song. I had this fleeting thought, where I realised how content I was there, in that moment and that place, It was then and there that I realised that it was home, that those people were home.
That moment was home.

We didn’t do anything monumental, we almost got into very serious trouble, we didn’t do anything illegal (ok. heh. underage drinking and substance abuse doesn’t count.
occasional, recreational drug abuse is okay. okay?) We were just a couple of 18 year olds, with an old guitar and no adult supervision.

And In that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Day 7: Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality

I don’t care about Zodiac signs, I’m a Virgo. I know that, beyond that I am clueless about Zodiac signs and I do not believe in them.
My mother on the other hand is a horoscope-fanatic. In a country like mine, where your horoscope is more important than your achievements
I can understand where her fascination stems from.
According to her, she just thinks that it is ‘interesting’ If you insist Ma, If you insist.
Having said that, According to my mother Virgos are painful and unbearable. Her experience with Virgos seems highly limited because I’ve been her only case study and she needs to have a bigger sample study (I’m trying to be all scientific because it’s anything but sciencey, so it’s funny. I’m sorry for my terrible sense of humour). when I told her this, she asked me to look around and see if I know Any ‘Normal Virgo’ (What is normal?) And now, as much as I hate to admit I agree with her because All my friends who were born around my birthday Are a Pain in the Ass, but then I realisIt’s not funny how much they whine and I am the Queen of whiners! So I’ll try not to be painful and unbearable, because I don’t want to be another statistic especially not when it comes to zodiac signs. I mean where is the damn logic?

Also, According to some other people I asked Virgos are obnoxious, loyal (not-promiscious was what they said) and very clean and tidy. And oh, get a load of this they are perfectionists. heh. heh.
Oooops.

I don’t sound very virgo-like. Obnoxious and painful, yep. I admit. But Let’s be honest here Most people my age are unbearable, Most PEOPLE Are unbearable of whichever age.

I personally feel that it;s VERY Stupid, but hey! If it floats your boat then why not! But I’ve a problem with people meeting me, asking me my name and the second thing they want to know is my birthday to gauge my Zodiac sign. It’s infuriating! Why don’t you see for yourself what kind of a person I am, instead of generalising it?
Anywho, I shall read up on Zodiac signs and see if it proves to be correct or if it’s just lucky guesswork.
Will keep you updated Imaginary audience.
Let me know if you think your zodiac sign fits your personality.
Ciao. 😀

The Milk-Carton Kids – Michigan

An Indie-Folk duo from California, the Milk-Carton kids are mindblowing. You can not stop listening, you can not. They are really great.

Michigan by The Milk-Carton Kids is a song that will take you back in time where you had to leave something behind, for good and as much as it hurt you there was nothing you could do about it.

You took the words right out of my mouth
When you knew that I would need them”

These lines really resonate with me.

On terrible days like today (It was a really really crappy day!) this song seems to echo in your veins and the words seep deep into your mind only to remind you of how alone you are and what if you hadn’t left that part of you behind. It was inevitable, leaving it behind but what if you hadn’t? It’s like feeling homeless when you are sitting under a roof, your roof and feeling orphaned with your parents in the next room or feeling lonely in a room full of people.

It’s the sense of loss and longing and nostalgia that is so overpowering, that you end up questioning yourself. Saudade. The immense feeling of loss for something that will never come back.

It reminds me of how I have left over 6 cities and changed so many schools, the last drive out of that town or city. That moment when you know you can visit but you’ll be a visitor and that someone else will reside in your house, and that you question what home is?

That last drive out of the town, when you look at those things you know like the back of your hand for the last time with those eyes and leaving that part of you behind. When you know you need to leave but you don’t want to, when you know it’s the right thing but it hurts so much.

Maybe I’m reading into it, a little A LITTLE too much. But hey, I had a terrible day. I’m allowed to be philosophize and rant.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEDnGAvjQXw

 

What am I supposed to do now, Without you?

PS: Check out their other songs, they are AWESOME!

One Goodbye, Maybe it’s time etc. Listen to them Imaginary audience.