Straight from Arsene Wenger's desk...

"The bad moments always stick out more. The good moments you feel are normal because you work for them, that can sound a bit pretentious but the bad moments, they hurt you deeply."




The Arsenal boss is hundred percent right. Isn't he?

18th July, 2005

It has been exactly one month now. I bet you remember the exact timing as well. But life has gone on to change a lot of things- life has made me hate you more- life has made you hate me more- the nuts have become more nutty- the ideas have gone astray- minds have been battered- Still I move on...

You were afraid, you weren't ready- I thought I was too. Raindrops did fall every night- clouds covered the sky and then washed the earth with those raindrops every night. Mysteries kept on unveiling themselves- truth was difficult to understand- you have cracked me up more than any chocolate coated nut-

The nut is beginning to show its crooked self- the chocolate has been melted- and it has only been a month. And then nut also asks me to F off- not that I won't, but I don't know why I can't. 18th July, 2005 will always be etched in my mind and my memories. I don't know if it was good or bad- I don't even want to know.

I just know that it has been one month since the nut's shell was broken.

Vengeance

The silence is broken. He doesn't know how it was but one thing he surely knows is that IT IS BROKEN. Thats all what matters. He was lost in the dark spaces of the conspicuous mind that he possesed, suddenly a roar came- a roar that tore him apart- a sound that dazzled him- a scream that shook him like anything else could not. He was dreaming or was he. He wanted to know the truth- wanted to overcome the feeling, sense and emotion of being alone. He was sitting amongst all his devils- he was one of them after all- he was one big devilish figure- he wanted to run away. He not only wished to die- he also scurried away from the life itself. He was worthless, he was motionless and yet he was numb. He wanted to die but couldn't muster up the courage to do so. He wanted to run away but couldn't find the place to run to. He wanted to ruin everyone but he couldn't find anyone who he could ruin. Life seemed to be stopped. He wanted more time, he wanted more satisfaction, he wanted more felicity in his life. He couldn't find it and yet he was running after it like a star lost in space. He never wanted to be one- though his parents had always wanted him to be amongst the stars- on the top of this world. But then this world had nothing to do with him, this world had so ruthlessly used him, abused him and then ignored him. He had a revenge to take, he had a rage of vengeance. He wanted to get rid of it. He never was able to do so. Now he finally got to know why. The scream that he heard was from within. He felt contented, he felt satisfied and then he flew away.

Life had taken its revenge, though he never could.