Bend it like Ballack!

My friend had kept some place for me next to her in the packed TV room. She asked me who I was gonna support. I didn't know. I was neutral. My doubts regarding the game are far too basic sometimes. My pals of the opposite sex get impatient. So I save all of them to ask her. Plus I don't have to worry about sounding stupid. Argentina made a goal. Frenzy in the hall! I didn't know football was so popular among the girls.

When last ten minutes were left, Germany was still on zero. The victory was almost certain. But you never know what happens in a game of football. I wanted Germany to score one. I didn't care who won. I wanted drama. I love it when a match ends in a penalty shoot out. They did score a goal. I so very much enjoy checking out the team's reaction after goals are scored. Whenever we caught glimpses of Ballack there were many "Aww.. So cute"s. I was wee bit partial to Germany because of him.

Extra 30 minutes also got over. It was still 1-1. Penalty shoot out. Yippie!! Both the teams were superb. It was a great match. They should have met in the semis atleast I thought. Full puppy face expression on the Argentinians. I felt quite bad for them. Hysteria followed in our hall after the match. Some girls even almost started crying! I looked at them and wanted to laugh. I rolled my eyes exactly like that emoticon does on the Y! messenger and hoped one of them saw me. Some people overdo this so much. Just because soccer is supposed to be yo and all. I don't remember seeing anybody cry when India lost to the Aussies in the WC. Ok, I wasn't in this hostel then. But still this seemed pseudo to me. I got little irritated and got back to my room.

My usually quiet heavy porcelain butterflies in the chime gently collided against each other and merrily filled the room with pleasant jingles. There was strong wind and it started to pour. Breeze in my hair and the rain.. 2 things which almost always manage to buoy me up. I went to the balcony to watch the rain. I sat staring and was wondering where to fit it under in Forrest Gump's classification. 'Big fat rain' i thought. It was beautiful and smelt great.

The weather is completely eccentric. When it decides to be harsh, it will even make you resort to taking electrolytes cos of the dehydration. Then there are these bulky downpours. Monsoons in Mangalore is an experience in itself. I sat there feeling the spray on my face. I love the rain. It makes me so peppy and animated. I remembered reading somewhere that Charlie Chaplin loved walking in the rain cos nobody could see his tears.

As I got convinced that the week wasn't totally devoid of something bloggable, the sound of the falling drops lulled me to slumber.