Women and soccer

Why do girls play soccer!!! I detest! Very strongly. Until today, I didnt really mind. It was nice, almost. Something better to look at while you got your work out. Well for us bachelors, its the only time. But something happened today on the field that has totally thrown me off the idea.
Well I got a ruthless, shameless kick on my shin by this extremely pretty looking (hot if you are a guy) Russian girl. Dont get me wrong, I have been kicked several times before. While playng soccer that is. But this one was different.
The lady had nothing to do with the ball. I had given away the ball to a fellow team mate seconds before. If you have played soccer, it is the equivalent of eons. And yet this woman decided to give me one in the shin. Hard. Cold. Predetermined. Evil.
Well I had been playing around quite a bit. How often does a hot Russian girl run around an Indian engineer. So I had the ball and I moved this way and that way and stopped and again this way and that way. I had forgotten we were all there to score goals. And then, the sedentary desi engineer realized there was no more air left in him. So I passed it to my nearest team mate. And then, the blow. Deliberate, precisely executed. I am no wimp. I have taken severe blows without a sound. But believe me, my shin is swollen today.
How could she be so cold. Is it because she knew I would not get back at her? Is it becuase she failed in all her attempts to get the ball from me? I was just playing by the rules. She looked triumphed in the end. Like the she had achieved what she set out for. Was it my shin she was after all this time? She obviously didnt apologize. Who apologizes for winning??
Now, I can take all this too. Would have been difficult, but she is so pretty, and that accent... yes I would have forgiven her. But minutes later, she ended up brushing against this south american guy. Well so what if he has a six pack? He cant even run a simple select query to save his life. He is not the subject of this blog. So anyway, there was this slight brushing. Now, if it would have been me, it would have been the most action I have seen in years. But for me, it is the kick in the shin. Immediately following that, she had to say "Ohh did I hurt you?" in that super sexy accent of hers. Hurt you?!?!?! Hulloo! I am still limping here... "Oh no no... " (Even that sounds kinda sexy in a Spanish accent) and he put his hand on her shoulder for support. And it stayed there with niether party showing any intensions of returning to the game.
Hence I detest women playing soccer. They kill the spirit of the game. I dont mind them playing against themselves. I mean an all womens game. Go ahead! But when we men are at it, please stay out!

To go or not to go... well sort of

Been in the US five years now. Had a helluva time. Learnt so much in my masters that sometimes, my head hurt. Maybe it was the cheap liquor but I am told smelling liquor does not have that effect on the head. Yet most of the learning happened while I was least expecting it. Maybe it was just the fact that I was out on my own for the first time. Maybe it was that I was finally going through the metamorphosis that people call growing up. Currently have a dream job. Well, cant be a dream if I am doing it right. So lets say, a once upon a time dream job. Feel like I have gained eveything that I had to from this country, and lost too. Feel like it is time to go back home. A feeling compunded by the fact that my parents are visiting, reminding me of all the things I have so deeply missed. Well I have always eaten everything my mom has made with a lot of love. There is more... obviously.
Once again, a man stands at crossroads (Dont call me a sexist just as yet.. I am a man after all and in a blog one talks about oneself!) There is the right thing to do, and the easy thing to do, all over again. Well, cant tell which is which really. Some day, one seems right and the other easy (and not right.. perhaps) some day, the exact opposite. The situation forces me to ask myself a question I have been avoiding for quite some time now. What do I want? Simple eh... just ask yourself and see.. it is one of the most frustratingly freakingly obnoxious questions ever!!! (paaji control.. I hear someone saying) Well the reason why this question is tough is, no points for guessing it, the answer is difficult. But what is worse, is that if you know the answer by some wierd stroke of luck, fortune, brilliance, whatever, you are now forced to act on it. Why? Well think about this, walk to a grocer in India and say "Bhaisaab aloo kitne ko diya?" and when he answers, walk away. Or go to a Quiznos and ask "What kind of breads do you have?" And when you get the answer, reply with the correct expression and say"Excellent!" and walk away. I dont know if I am making myself clear here... but the beauty of a blog is.. who the f*** cares.
So coming back to what do I want. Well to answer this open ended question is tough. At the moment, I want a good nights sleep. But to tackle it, one needs to break this question down.
1) What do I want in my career?
2) What do I want in my personal life?
3) What do I want from my spare time? (personal life and spare time are different is something I learnt here, not in the university obviously)
So there, seems simple enough. I have answers to each one. I am not going to publish them on a blog, obviously. Especially the personal life stuff is kinda R rated. But I do have these answers. But the vote seems divided. Cant make a decision inspite of picking three questions (for the statitically anal). So now what. Make more questions... Maybe. But time for bed now.