Passion:
Passion is a word which always triggers my soul. I don't know why, but if anything concerns about your passion, I am the guy whom you need to consult. I guess. (laughs)
Football:
Football, the only thing that makes me hyperactive and makes me go wild. I've been playing this lovely game for 11 years now and i still have the same excitement for the game as I played it for the first time. No matter, how many times I lose, I never get tired of it.
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This is one of the things which taught me more about life than the books and education I've spent for from the first grade to college. Respect is one of the most important aspects what I learnt from football. I can write a hundred blogs about football and never get bored. Actually I could still write more.
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Fanatics, If you ask me which team and player i support; I would say that I love the sport and I might love anyone who is good at it and develops it irrespective of the team and the player. Personally, from when I was young, Luis Figo inspired me a lot and I love Crsitiano Ronaldo for personal reasons.
Poetry:
Poetry! Ahh! I had love for poetry and writing poems from grade 1. My first poem "Never fight Soldiers!" was printed at the "Young World" a children's newspaper which was a part of "the hindu". It was pasted on the notice board of my school too.
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Stuff like these made me proud and motivated me to write more stuffs. But I had a dark age which overshadowed in my life which disrupted my habit of doing lots and lots of stuff. The lust for being an All rounder was one of the major disruptions I would say. I wouldn't recommend to concentrate on everything you know. Concentrate on the thing you're entirely good at.
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Now, coming back to the poetry. Yeah, I've written a lots of stuff in English and Tamil from my young. Saving these poems was never my sport. I've lost a large number of poems due to lavishness and carelessness. I even lost my first poem. Still, I consider it one of my passion.
Sketching:
This story, you might find it amusing. I went to Goa with a family and my uncle was being drawn by an artist. I was keen to draw like him. So I challenged my family that I would draw an exact portrait of my mom, dad and my brother in a piece of paper. So I drew them, like those stick figures. Everyone laughed. I was annoyed and started drawing daily and developed my skill. And as you know, my dark age took over and I stopped drawing for a while, until I saw a thing which made me draw again.
So recently, I was going through my personal files and certificates in my Dad's old suitcase. There was a lot of his old files too. In one of them I found a piece of paper. The "stick figures" I drew at 2nd grade. He had them. I cried on the inside and started drawing again. In the left and bottom, are some of my art works. Enjoy Looking!
