One is.., two is... but three is CROWD...

Consider this. Juggling between the training sessions, office decisions and improvisations as Manager has been tricky. Add further zing as you try to bargain with other clubs, some spoilt giants and most others small and greedy, to help aspiring talents realise their dreams. After all you get depth for the club to be a potential scare for all treasured silverwares. Another season is kicks off.

Now regard this. More pensive and ardent. You are an ingredient of the spiciest of the rumours around- a clear sign of your talent and fame. Your personal manager is hassled and you, anxious. You are waiting for that one hypnotic call. And bang! There it is. Jersey presented, media attacking and a dream job to start tomorrow at training ground.

And then mull over this. Already a famed prodigy in the circuit for a couple of years now. Fan expectations have risen and your anxiety levels are mounting. Your last season was over-shadowed by a rather out-of-the-box midfielder and you seem low on self esteem. Getting enough time and space in the middle is all that you want. However, the club has just signed another sensation.

Three diverse genres of pressures. What will it better when they clash? Or say, unite?

The current signing of Berbatov by Sir Alex has made my thoughts venerable to a few rather pessimistic considerations. And as I try to categorize them, I am in awe figuring out where my heart lies. Rooney, Berbatov or Manchester United as a club. Or possibly all of them.

Firstly, as the club now has three truly top-notch strikers, will this signing mark demise of Rooney’s efficacy? Especially when the latter two are in their superior form. Quite a position that should either motivate a special performance and gelling with others for greater advantage to the side or one that shall bring in anxiety, self questioning and dodgiest of all, a rivalry within the club. And that can be healthy some or miserably nasty for others.

Secondly, if one of them were to be a second fiddle to the others, wouldn't it be unmerited? Football has had its moments where players have suffered such awful faith, ultimately resulting into departures of players. More so with giants like Madrid and United.

Thirdly, with deadly combination of Ronaldo-Rooney-Berbatov-Tevez aren’t too many egos with same ambition clashing? And adjustments drizzle away once ego becomes the question.

The worries are noticeably untimely and rushed into. But they could well be one of the headlines in near future. Who knows?

The true lucky day for me..

Everybody is anxious. Or atleast it seems so. The world has come to a standstill. Father has gone out with a promise which we both had a laugh on. Half hearted though. Newspaper seems to have nothing interesting. Nor is television catching my attention today. About time I am going to loose my patience, when the phone rings. Well, the telephone table has become the centre of my world now. As I gather the courage to get up to reach the table, mom picks it up.

“What? Really? Ok….. Yes you come back and we will talk”

I go up to her and squeak out nervously,

“What is it?”

“85%”

We both sulk our heads in disappointment. Right from the day I had completed the last word of my exams, I had sat down with mom to evaluate my performance on our own. We had been doing that since the day 1 of my education. We had settled for 87% after much elaborated discussion. And we were wrong only in one calculation. English 61 instead of expected 75. Both of us knew where it made the difference.

Dad came home with sweets and embraced me very warmly and proudly. Calls started flowing in. Praises and surprises from all ends. People could not believe the wonderful tale of an average 60-er something actually making into the league of 80s. Afterall, I never gave them scores to believe that either. Relatives called up to pat both mom and me. Teachers gave the acknowledgement look to me for the first time in school. As time passed by, both of realized that we had actually pulled off something really to my potential. And till this long only two people knew my true potential.

Me and Mom. Or still better put. Mom and then me.

But what was more striking was the way she had bonded with her son. The way she had got into the tune of his life to make it their life till he was up there to trickle into the world out there. As if she was there in each of his nerve beat ever.

A person who could be all – a strict guardian to the most compassionate friend.

Heads off to such a person who has been master in each field she has touched: daughter, wife and then, Mother.

Finally treated like humans...

Start your preparation for the first day bang 5 days before it start.

Objective: Sleep as much as you can and yet complete your homework for the event thoroughly.

Reason: 8 gruesome 24-hours of sleepless night to follow!

I am not referring to any extravagant expedition here. Nor am I indicating any political rally about to be started. Nor is the schedule given to our well payed cricketers for IPL by inhuman BCCI officials. This is CA Finals.

One of the most highly dramatic exams in India (and this is in comparison to other hyped for dont to what exams like CAT for MBA and our good old Matriculation exam), CA finals have always managed to shake their pupils down to the core every time they made their minds to face the 9 days thunderstorm. Probably surviving the 8 days is more difficult than studying for the exam itself. Is it that efficiency of being able to tackle the pressure is given more weightage than the matter you write in your papers? Who knows..

My biggest reason for regret of not making in the first attempt was exactly this. Face the never ending stretch of 192 hours. The time when you forget even your meal times even if you had won the eating competition in your locality. When sleeping for even 4 hours at night is like a heavy privilege. And after which you realise the importance of every single minutes that passes by for atleast a month or so (guess that is equivalent to hangovers after a heavy duty booze party).

Which is why I was as excited as one would be when he realises that he has cleared the deadly exam but before the Nov 2008 attempt. The website, after a long time, brought some great news for me. ICAI has decided to donate the underprivileged students with one day leave for each exam! Well, can somebody pinch me please.

I dont know what made them finally do it. But I am happy that they finally realised that we are after all humans. And secondly, the basic principle of life still prevails. You get back the worth of efforts you shell out, in some form or the other and in indefinite but justified proportion in aggregate.

3 Fs: Failure, Frustation and Faith...

The atmosphere is tense. I have given up on waiting for the results. Its gonna be out anytime now. I decide to kill my time by finding some work out of my house. On my way back I get a call from one of my friends. Results are out. He has passed! I put a brake on my bike to the nearest cyber cafe. Click, onto the site. Click, they ask me for my roll number. Click, Fail !!??

Click, click, click. Still my results blur out the word - Fail!

Thats probably one of those moments in my life where I cant just believe and digest what is happening. More because its disastrous.

Calls keep flowing in. Some ask. Some pity. Some share my state of shock. Some try to motivate. I give up on everything and just sit besides my mom. Head down in her lap. Finally I shed the much awaited tears. But head comes out of her lap with one thought. Dude, you shouldn't have just survived anyways, you should rock.

Next two days go drowned in mountain high work. Work I was looking forward to. Work that I wanted to. Mind still to dissolve the chemical compound called Fail.

Come Monday and I now have time to react. The brain now takes in the compound to give simple but even more irritating element. Frustation. How do you work hard, work intelligent, work genuinely and yet end up with not being paid your worth? And I am not stuck in some marketing job mind you.

Days pass. Realisation sunks in. Studies hijack my schedules again.

But I have decided to stand by my principle for life.

Enjoy whatever I am doing.

Cheers for all my friends who passed and cheers for me getting to back to what I do love doing - planning, helping friends with studies and studying ofcourse...

Spaniards on Fire..

It is wonderful to notice how things happening to you for the first time make you forget everything and just be what you are deep inside in yourself. Rafal's emotional break-down after his first ever Wimbeldon Title was a true example of it.

Tennis is typically an ego game just like Chess, Table tennis and others of their likes. Opponents' morale is the level to beat rather than playing the game at a predetermined level. Beating Federer on Grass court surely gave Rafal an inferior level of morale to start with. But Rafal could back it with much needed desperate persuasion and 'nothing to loose, everything to gain' attitude. He remained head on with Federer through out the match (infact dominated him for the first two sets) and put that extra effort to notch his game slightly above Federer's. Mind you, both seemed to be playing exceptionally brilliant anyways till then.

But unlike other finals the duo have entertained millions of their fans with, this time around both did seem to be in different set of emotions. Federer seemed like a bedridden patient who fought his disease till the very last point until the doctor finally gave him his verdict for the disease being incurable. For Federer had been avoiding the defeat for a considerable amount of years now and his mental levels had come a long way from 'want to win this time too' to 'can I survive Rafal another time?'.

Nadal however basked himself to the pressure with much better mental fitness. He seemed to have done his homework brilliantly and knew exactly what was needed to defeat the master. Although achieving it was as difficult as being able to answer those tricky mathematical theories. Only one element could do it for him. Setting into the rhythm. And he was already on fine tune right from the first set of the marathon match.

It will be interesting to see if Nadal will now rule the scenario or would Federer come back to snatch his glory. The battle has just begun.

CA final results..

Out of Euro, yet the side effect of the event continues. Wonder general excitement about such major sporting events keep you wanting for more or panting saying enough. But with exciting cricket going around, one can easily kill the time though. But the issue right now is, how to beat the time till the results?

Results are one big pain in ass. You always tend to final predict it in both the obvious directions and end up being anxious. People keep winking and giving their smartass advices of not to think about it. But how the hell is that so called easy task possible? I guess i handled my nerves better during the exams more than the results. Ok, before I bore you more, my worry stands some ground because the result i am talking about is goddamn CA final results..

Result which can just trigger my career. Or put my ass on fire to study even better. Frankly, I have no idea what to better from my earlier effort. Which makes it all the more a difficult task. Opening the same set of books will obviously make you ponder at what went wrong and question all your markings. Should i put them aside or better them? If better, these are the markings which dint let me clear. So am i bettering my mistakes even futher?

I know that sounds so complicated. But it is complicated for me. Last night i thought of starting to tutor in my locality. Then i put the decision in the pending list till the results. With my laptop crashed, buying a new one is also necessary. Again results interfere and this too goes into the list. After this long CA curriculum, i have come to a clear conclusion though, giving exams is much better a option than waiting for results. Atleast you can make time at your disposal count till the last minute.

Done. I agree to respect thee. I can almost hear your thoughts. I abide that from now on i am not gonna think of it till it comes.

This what i end up telling everyone who wreck their eyebrows on this topic whenever i pull it out. Another helpless human being!

All my friends seem to put their thoughts about result in background though.. lucky asses they are, if they able to do it..

The Grand Finale..

Yesterday was a big match day. Equally for all, the fans, the countries and most importantly the players. Spain almost dominated the proceedings giving very little for Germans to cheer about. But what made yesterdays match even more exciting for me although I am neither of the team's fan, is the fact that i saw it with the intention of wanting to feel what players would be going through. Trust me, it was gold worth of experience.

As the match started, one could easily feel the intensity and positiveness in the big league players' eyes. Ballack, Torres, Lehmann, Puyol, Casillas, Fabregas, Ramos and out of the league yet Schweinsteiger. All of them knew already that they could do it for their team. It was just about getting into the rhythem together as a team. Spain did it before Germans could but things could well have been different if only a few things changed.

Torres was in right attitude bang from the start. Playing lone striker is much more harder than it looks. Not only does it require a lot of pace and having to be everywhere, but also a psychological edge over the opposition's defence. Throughout the match Torres seemed to have battles with Lehmann and other defenders,more so on personal ends. Like for instance, when Lehmann saved the second strike from Torres (which would have been very similar to the goal if it would have happened), Lehmann gave him a glancing look which clearly meant "this time you cant get away like that you as***le"

But what was more interesting was probably happening on the other end of the field. Ballack seemed to be in helpless situation which made his face change for anger to disbelief to sadness. This is first time ever I have seem a player of his calibre shattered. Spain's defence did not do that great a job as they looked shaky here and there. But then a big stage and powering responsibility does do that to you. Schweinsteiger however looked chirpy and could not make a difference only because all the other players were running on different level of confidence. Oh man, how important is the team chemistry.

Germany however were wrong on one note. Both Ballack and Joachim Loew seemed to be disappointed with the other players' performances and worse, they clearly showed it straight on their faces. Dangerous when your team is anyways looking down and under. Even more dangerous when you know that its not working yet you continue doing it. I still feel that Ballack will somewhere in his mind blame his team-mates for the loss. Poor fellow, you should never get that into you as a sportsperson.

Fabregas, Inesta, Xavi, Silva all of them played well. Xavi's assist was the one which got converted. But all of them were very short of confidence.The goal helped them maintain their composure and get into a bit of groove. Ramos should also be given credit for this. He handled his job with utter professionalism and confidence and delivered in his usual fresh intelligence. Yet they never got their potential out and must have thanked god that Germans couldn't do it either. Germans also were not physically able to overpower Spain's fluent passing. And they were not eady for the otherwise situation. Portugal could have easily passed Germans if only had they studied this aspect which Aragones cashed in on.

However Podolski, Lahm and Hitzlsperger played well below their destruction levels. They, along with Schweinsteiger, could have changed the script of the finals completely. Only if Ballack could have got his approach right. Casillas managed a great success out of his captaincy more because of the freedom he gave to the artistic players he commanded. Add to it his value to the team and there it was, a perfect reciepe of a wonderful team. Guess i will have to go back into their history and watch them play to know why this team has underachieved for such a long time.

And yes, with the kind of beautiful game they played, i surely have made my mind to follow their football. And attitude.

The art of.. ah forget it!

Croatians now crib that Turkey will make for an easy entry into Finals. Germany lost to Croatia only because of poor play. Not that they were not a strong team by any means.

Probably this is one thought where my thoughts go with Mr. Ballack, reluctantly though. Poor Croatians are talking as if they were defending champions and tournament favourites. Wish teams could be more professional footballers on field and lesser of media attention seekers.

Talking about unfair exits, teams like Switzerland and Portugal at quarters could be allowed a few tantrums. But having said that, the flow of the tournament seems to fair enough for deserving teams to progress higher up the ladder.

Croatia will now have to come back stronger in the next version. Rather they should steal a leaf out of Swiss supporters attitude. If Croatians really feel that they were good but unfortunate, they should concentrate on better performance in WC 2010.

WC 2010 also reminds me that teams like France, Switzerland and Portugal will come down with revenge on their minds! Would be a great fun to watch them.. Add England, oh how did I forget them.

Quarters Done.. Semis on...

Hey, first of all Kudos to Russian performance. They could content Netherland in defense and put on a brave attacking performance. As I wished, Arshavin and Pavliuchenko did the trick for them and Holland always ended up with trying to keep pace with Russians and make a come back.

Spain almost sulked into the pressure as they could not settle themselves in their smooth passing tune but Casillas once again proved why he was the best keeper around. Buffon surely was unlucky to have been pitched against him in such a fashion and to loose the battle.

But now with Russians playing Spain in Semis, one really cannot predict much here. Russians have been also smart with their team selection and have avoided carrying and injuries and suspension into this round. Germans might have a much easier and confident time with Turkey provided Turkey doesn't pull off a Greece performance of last competition.

All set, my prediction is that Spain and Germany will make it to Finals.

Atleast a final berth would reduce the chance of Luis Aragones's heart attack further.

Powerful Germans..

1st Quarter Finals lived upto its hype and expectations as Germans demonstrated a powerful display whereas Portugal tried a genuine yet nervous comeback. But there is this one thing that came strongly out of it.

I am referring to the German attitude and approach. The way they overpowered the Portugal team was an indication they could well make it to another Euro finals. With Turkey or Croatia in Semis, Germany will have the anxiety like any person who is positively waiting for very important results.

But what will be more interesting to wait and watch is whether Spain and Holland meet in the Semis. Because if they do, then a very exciting and satisfying match powered with a good night-out with friends and booze is on cards.

And lastly, please do help me with the link for "i hate Ballack" community.

Russia... Russia!!!

Ok. Here I am again going into some trouble. But as I said, I love to fight. This time I have decided to go ahead with Russia as the side to support for the rest of the tournament.

I was really impressed the way they attached the Swedish defense yesterday and given the fact that they play Holland in quarters, they do stand a decent chance. Of course, they have to make most of Holland's defense and not let them through from their own (I know I am asking for too much here). But then on a given day anything can happen.

For me, Pavluchenko and Arshavin hold the key right now and if they manage to be more accurate and on the target this time around. But the real test will be for their defense as we all know how polished Holland is right now with their attack.

Another thing that will be interesting to see in the quarters is how Italy can change their defensive tone to probably more attacking one. Having Pirlo out of the side for the next face-off against Spain surely harms their chances but the way Toni seem to shaping up his form, Spanish defense could well have a tough time (not that they have best of defences though).

By the way, Luis Aragones said that he might call it a quit after his Euro run this year. Wonder if was talking of life or just his career.

Bad luck Swiss and Poor France!!

At the outset of Euro'08, I had little to be passionate about the tournament, being an English Fan. However a tournament like Euro is surely not supposed to be missed if you are a football freak. Having said that, i feel one still needs to passionately support a team to be hands on interested in the proceedings of the tournament. I dont know what was in me when i selected France and Switzerland!

Facing my friends, specially when they know that you are an English Fan, is like being a screen for a comedy movie. You are pointed at and laughed on all the time. So i decided to have some loyalty going into the tournament. I selected France because of my individual loyalty for Henry, Ribery and the ever great Zidane. I also wanted to back Switzerland because.. well i need not reason it for people who saw their opening match against Czech. Bastards Czechs saved their asses with a scrappy goal. Worse, they ended up being eliminated and in the process eliminating swiss.

But what hurts more is the fact that France had the power and class but were almost dead in the area of passion. Henry seemed to have all the responsibility with "i dont know what is happening" reactions all the time on the field. Also Italy were lucky to have Ribery out with injury in the first 10 mins. But given his performance so far in the tournament, giving this reason is like adding another thing to the 'dull' "could have been" list. Same could be said about loss of Frei for Swiss team, although there i somehow feel more positive about what could have been.

Ok, now i have decided to stop cribbing about my 'if' stories and start supporting stronger teams like Holland and Spain. But then it always feels like a fight when you support the underdogs. Although my friends may not like it given the fact that my support doesnt seem to be good for the team's progress in the tournament (evidences in plenty). But please dont blame a person who has already lost his heart people.

And another important thing to mention although i dont know whether it makes even remote sense. Tomas Ujfalusi of Czech should take up Hollywood projects like 300 and others. Asshole would make atleast a better onscreen personality than play pathetic football. Although given his calibre, i doubt his performance there too.

And lastly, best of luck to Spain and Holland for the remaining matches. Early peaking is always a sign of great fall later on (add to it now they have MY support!!).

Cheers!

Manchester First, Ronaldo much later..

Very few young footballers make it to the Under-16, Under-17, Under-18, B team and first-team for a recognized club like Sporting Lisbon. So when a player actually manages to make it to all of them in just one season, there has to be something special about him.

Noticed for the wonders he did from the wings by Ferguson, Ronaldo let the first waves of a sea of fame and recognition wash his feet as he signed on the dotted line for Manchester United, starting out on a journey that has now ran into the transfer saga of the season.

But unfortunately, for all that he has done for Manchester United, Ronaldo falls into that category of extraordinary footballers who are defined more by individual brilliance and one man performances rather than the ability to fit seamlessly into a team structure. Despite (or maybe because of) my unending support to Manchester United, if all the Championship mist and ticker tape is wiped aside and the bigger, long term picture is seen I can’t help but believe that Ronaldo stands to do more harm than good for Manchester United in the long term, if this season is anything to go by.

Ronaldo has no doubt contributed extensively towards the club’s wins in both, the Champion’s League and the EPL, but detecting the true value of that is restricted to just quantification in terms of goals, and misses out on a few important, intangible but qualitatively crucial factors.

Over the course of this season, United showed signs of dependence on a single player, with the team actually building and revolving around an individual. A dangerous symptom not seen too often in the generally glittering history of the club.

The effect this had on their game was clear, more visible in their struggles against Barcelona and Chelsea in the CL and the way they almost succumbed to the pressure in the EPL’s final few matches, especially against Chelsea and Arsenal in the closing quarter, than anywhere else. It had become quite obvious on the field even if not on theory that if you could restrict Ronaldo and you could easily make Manchester reasonably vulnerable, if not entirely beatable.

That United managed to hang on to their silverware was primarily on account of some solid defending by Ferdinand and Co. towards the final lap of the season and also some serious contributions from players like Scholes and Tevez, all of which was largely underplayed in the midst of all the Ronaldo-fawning over.

But the real set back that United had to face because of such overdependence on Ronaldo, which runs a lot deeper than is apparent now, was the loss of touch and form of a player like Rooney.

Rooney’s muted but steady fading away this season was engineered by two factors. The first of these was the change of role that was phased in, if not actually planned, on account of the fact that Ronaldo was averaging a goal in each match and had taken over the duties of the first choice tap-in man.

Ordinarily, Rooney would be the number one hit-man, using cool, point-blank finishes and tap-ins to keep his ego and confidence healthy, and converting unreal half-chances and occasionally creating a few as an additional function.

Now, with Ronaldo taking over the first role, Rooney has found himself with little more to do than trying to pull off the difficult, convoluted finishes, and obviously, enjoy a lower conversion ratio. In the process, he looks to have lost his confidence and control over putting away even some basic goal-line opportunities.

Tevez, on the other hand, has always been a player with reasonable skill as an attacking mid-fielder, or a player operating in the hole behind the two strikers, as seen by the role he plays in the Argentine side. So, as it happened, Tevez wasn’t unsettled by Ronaldo’s dominance of the goal-mouth. The situation now remains that Tevez is still indispensable for United whereas Rooney isn’t exactly on top of Ferguson’s preference list.

The second reason behind Rooney’s reduced efficacy this season is also the reason for the overall vulnerability of Manchester United’s midfield. Scoring goals is the responsibility of the team as a whole, something that was hijacked, if that is the right word, by Ronaldo. Reduced responsibility leads to reduced motivation, and this is true for anyone, even if to varying extents.

Having followed Manchester United’s game for years, one thing that stung this season even as the club scalped a double was that both trophies could so easily have not been. The EPL success last year was decidedly more convincing than the one this year, and the Champions Trophy was won on the back of a penalty shootout and a slippery John Terry.

It wasn’t done with sheer dominance and ‘beautiful’ play. Possibly, Arsenal and Chelsea fans could feel prouder and happier with their club’s performance, given the odds and circumstances both got through (a young, semi-fit squad for Arsenal and all the manager-player turbulence for Chelsea), even though they could not get hold of any silverware.

If Ronaldo were to leave Manchester United this year, Ferguson will possibly have more to cheer about than cry. It will give the club an opportunity to pull itself back above any individual player, while performing more as a unit with a more even goal-distribution. More importantly, it will give them a chance to play the game in their old, beautiful way and not be dependent on one-man shows.

With all due respect and many thanks for his performance this season, which will probably not be matched by any other player in the near future, Ronaldo still remains just a part of the entire unit. Manchester United is a great club and a team with or without him (a statement which may stop being true if we have a couple of seasons more like this one). The moving out of Ronaldo is a situation that calls for a new hero to arise and a team like United has never been short of one. At least it would mean the club has more than just one hero.

When its just not your day at a restaurant....

Visiting restaurants is all about food. When one has no options from home (i.e. mom is angry, wife is angry, you yourself are too bored, you just love this food joint, etc. etc.), one has to resort to visiting restaurants for their meals. Restaurants are invariable known for some of their special dishes and are invariably named and specialized accordingly. One should therefore stick to what is known and tested, atleast by others, to avoid any disappointment. All that I emphasized on till now is BULL SHIT!

Atleast my friend has to agree to this. We visited this Chinese restaurant the other day to relish one of the worst lunch we had in a long time. I relished it because I could see the frustration on my partner’s face (she had done the sin of ordering all the RIGHT stuff) and she relished it for one of her all time favorite reason, she could blame the waiters and the cook. Trust me, if the food would have been good still you could not beat her satisfaction in giving cold stares to poor waiters out there.

As I said, and I repeat as it is important, we had gone to a Chinese restaurant. By my dear friend, btw in whose company I never got a chance to order, asked me to order this time. Feeling privileged, I scanned the menu with a huge smile on my face. But as the constraints started flowing, I felt I was rather given a curse to choose exactly what was there on her mind. How the hell am I supposed to know what’s on her mind? Anyways, putting it as my mistake that I could not finally decide on any item (rather I blame myself for not able to read her mind), she took over for her regular proceedings. And btw, no weird asses around yet. This joint was on for very poor ratings from my friend.

Scanning the menu, she decided on ordering Chicken masala. Beep.. Beep.. I repeat.. Chinese restaurant! Ok, as long as I was getting to eat chicken, I could not question that. But masala when they had around 100 items before that, that to from what they specialize in! don’t blame me. I was here with a girl who had done the ordering part. Could I change it? If I could that against a girl, this world would surely have been more happy their wives and girlfriends. That was not a hyperbole.

As they waiter served us with the masala, we realized that the gravy had only one piece of chicken to be shared by two! The waiter’s hair stood to it’s ends as he received his first cold stare for the afternoon. And obviously any question about tips would come under heavy firing now. As we finished the dish, we realized that we had order something more. I suggested some Chinese starter. Oh my I was so wrong to do that in a Chinese restaurant! As my suggestions never reached her LEFT ear, she decided to go ahead with Chicken Biryani. Why the hell were we in a Chinese restaurant?

Struggling through the chicken biryani which was at its pathetic best, we tried to find any positive in the restaurant. But then Chinese restaurant had to be tested on their non special things. Else they would be like any other ok-ish restaurant. Hssss! Don’t question this. Its her formula. Full marks to her though for such a keen reading of the menu to find out two of their worst dishes. And btw ultimately I was blamed for bringing her to this place at first place. God, when will all the guys learn their mistakes?

Conclusions:

1. The restaurant was bad.

2. No tips. But I had to keep it because of the way waiters handled her cold stares.

3. My college is not cool. Unluckily, this restaurant is near my college.

4. Ordering Kheema Pav (one of my favorites) was still a wrong decision.