The Football World Cup is round the corner and as usual I am gearing up to support Argentina. Hopefully I'll get hold of a No.10 Argentine jersey.
But I am not very sure whether I am really looking forward for this World Cup because the one person with whom I have watched all football tournaments, be it World Cup or Euro Cup, will not be there to share my passion.
I distinctly remember how Dad and I woke up late till night watching football matches. It was all the more enjoyable because we always supported the same team, but had totally different attitudes. He was an out and out pessimist and I never lost hope until the last moment. At times we used to get into an arguement because of this difference of attitude, but then there lay the fun. And I remember that Ankur used to enjoy the most. Being a rather touchy kid, I used to get a bit upset at times when Argentina or Germany would not do well and Dad would get back to his pessimistic ways, and he would get some weird pleasure out of this paradoxical situation.
But as they say, times moves on ... at times we hope that we move back in time to relive those golden moments, but then, we know that it is just not possible. The other day I read somewhere that the biggest obstacle in moving ahead is the wall of the past... trying my best to overcome that.
But the bottomline remains ... Soccer World Cup shall never be the same (until maybe my son turns out to be an Argentine fan and we sit n watch matches together... hope keeps the candle burning).
"Dreams lying shattered in the aftermath of the storm
They are just broken pieces of glasses - reflecting memory of days gone"
But I am not very sure whether I am really looking forward for this World Cup because the one person with whom I have watched all football tournaments, be it World Cup or Euro Cup, will not be there to share my passion.
I distinctly remember how Dad and I woke up late till night watching football matches. It was all the more enjoyable because we always supported the same team, but had totally different attitudes. He was an out and out pessimist and I never lost hope until the last moment. At times we used to get into an arguement because of this difference of attitude, but then there lay the fun. And I remember that Ankur used to enjoy the most. Being a rather touchy kid, I used to get a bit upset at times when Argentina or Germany would not do well and Dad would get back to his pessimistic ways, and he would get some weird pleasure out of this paradoxical situation.
But as they say, times moves on ... at times we hope that we move back in time to relive those golden moments, but then, we know that it is just not possible. The other day I read somewhere that the biggest obstacle in moving ahead is the wall of the past... trying my best to overcome that.
But the bottomline remains ... Soccer World Cup shall never be the same (until maybe my son turns out to be an Argentine fan and we sit n watch matches together... hope keeps the candle burning).
"Dreams lying shattered in the aftermath of the storm
They are just broken pieces of glasses - reflecting memory of days gone"
