Immortality

Guys love football and girls can't figure out whats so funny about 22 people trying to put one ball on either sides of a 150 mt field.
I've liked football for a long time now, like most other things, i'm fiercely loyal to my team.Football is a religion in itself, it incapsulates the team you support, the players who after putting week in - week out of effort become gods, immortality is fundamentally meant to be out of reach of mortals.
Football is about a belief, Football doesn't betray you, Football doesn't remind you that you black or white,ugly or beautiful or how much you hate your job.Football doesn't stop when it rains, or snows.You don't need a degree to watch football, nor do you need to wear a tuxedo to enjoy a game.Football does't ignore you, doesn't cheat on you, doesn't crib, nag or make you eat methi.Its always there.
Guys need that kinda stability, something that'll make the mediocrity in their lives dissappear.It can come back on Monday.
I was one of the billions of Indians happy about NM being denied a diplomatic visa.Infact if i could, i would stop air from reaching his lungs, water from reaching this throat and light from reaching his eyes but i'd want him to stay alive.Theres more misery and pain a moment of life, than in the eternity of death.
Yes, its incorrect to deny a democratically elected head of state to be denied a diplomatic visa.But 'incorrect' here adheres to a definition that is manmade.Like everything that is manmade it will be obsolete one day.When someone point out that you have done something wrong, remember what you did might make you immortal one day.You don't have to be right all the time to be happy, being wrong gives you the same feeling.
Wanted to share this.
When they were already quite old, Salvador dali and his wife Gala had a pet rabbit, who lived with them, who lived with them, followed them around everywhere, and of whem they were very find.Once, they were about to embark on a long trip and they debated long into the night what to do with the rabbit.It would have been difficult to take him along and equally difficult to entrust him to somebody else, because the rabbit was uneasy with strangers.The next day Gala prepared lunch and Dali enjoyed the excellent food until he realized he was eating rabbit meat.He got up from the table and ran to the bathroom, where he vomited up his beloved pet, the faithful friend of his waning days.Gala on the other hand, was happy that the one she loved had passed into her guts, caressing them and becoming the body of his mistress.For her there existed no more perfect fulfillment of love than eating the beloved.Compared to this merging of bodies seemed to her no more than ludicrous tickling.