Brilliant football analysis – Goalkeeping tips

As a kid, I had always wanted to have a football coach. Though I was super keen to learn and had some sort of football awareness, I never really had a coach or mentor to help me get better.Plus it was the nineties and there was Sachin, so football stood no chance to develop in Chennai.

Watching some of these videos, I sometimes wonder how amazingly lucky this generation is.

Here, Gary Neville explains some of the developments of David De Gea over the years. With the use of technology, we are easily able to understand how posture can decide the outcome of any situation. As an excuse to my frail frame, I used to joke that football is a sport played in the mind, however this video simply takes my statement and covers it with gold!

https://youtu.be/_JBdTD4RgnI

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Giving up

Some posts give you inspiration. Some make you reminiscence about the past. Some articles take you places. Some make you to think.

I guess it is a recent phenomenon for people to give up something for a period of time and then write about it.

Not long ago I saw the video of one man who left the internet for a year.

Just this morning, there is an article about a woman who had a buy nothing year which ultimately made her debt free.

While I believe these are extreme measures taken to prove a point, there are some key takeaways resonating through these experiences.

  1. Refaining from any habit takes a lot of discipline to execute
  2. Early enthusiasm quickly changes to frustration and boredom
  3. There is always the temptation to turn back
  4. Your support systems can make or break your resolve
  5. Returning back after your exodus can be more daunting than ever
  6. Though you become a master of the habit, you still need to be wary of getting sucked back into old ways

What are some of the vices of these modern times that you would like to reduce/remove altogether from your systems?

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I was molested – too!

Sunday, April, 2001.

It was 4:30 in the evening. Time to pick my bat up, call Ajay and Ajit and head down for our cricket matches.

But that day was different. I felt odd. I was alone, inside my house and on my bed. I did not feel like going out. For some reason, I felt safe where I was. I was still confused by what had happened that morning.

It had become a routine for me to head to Mylapore every weekend. My cousin Aravind would take me to play with his friends and it was always fun. His friends sometimes joked about how I was younger and yet more useful for the team than Aravind himself was. Being only 14, I did not know this was all banter and not a direct reflection of my cricketing abilities.

I would leave early morning on Saturday, join his friends for the morning cricket, enjoy lunch with my aunt, join another session during the evening, enjoy dinner, stay the night & catch the morning bus at 6:30 on Sunday.

Mylapore in the early morning had a charm to it. There would be a lot of Sai Baba devotees in the bus. Having them around in the half-crowded bus made me feel calm and safe. Despite my introversions, I used to smile at some of the regulars.

When this devotee sat next to me, I had no issues with it. He looked like any of them, about middle age, fair, full shave, with religious marks on his forehead. I had smiled at him when he sat and got a smile in return. I had the window seat and was enjoying the breeze and early morning sights of Chennai.

Not even five minutes had passed when I felt his hand on my thigh. I initially thought he had kept it as support against the swerving bus. How wrong was I? For his hands then started to move up, slowly but surely. I looked into his face and he gave me a smile, as if it was OK. Thrice I pushed his hands away from my thigh. Every time he would start touching me again. Eventually, I got up and left saying my stop had come.

I did not have money to afford another ticket and I had to walk half the distance to my house. It did not once bother me, as my mind was shocked by what had happened.

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The time was 4:35 when I heard Ajay calling me for cricket. I picked my bat up and left. It was all I could do.

 

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15 years later, I still remember……….. I think twice before boarding public transport.

 

 

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Nostalgia – Celebrating ABC

It had finally arrived, the day that he would lock up the house once and for all. True, he had moved out five years back but it was still operational and he always found himself popping in and out from time to time.

His nostalgia started almost instantaneously. The familiar creek of the grill gate before he could reach the door. He could picture a younger version of him sneaking in during midnight, after spending endless hours talking with his childhood friends…There was this one night back in 2005, when he smuggled Rajath and Shankar in to watch Champions league football… Then those nights when he would call Hiresh & Prasad  and sometimes, Sid and head to “Midnight Masala” for second dinner. He felt happy they were still in touch after so many years.

As he pushed the door open, he faced the wall to the right and imagined 3 large suitcases. There was an image of his brother smiling at him. His excitement palpable, coupled with a hint of nervousness, for he was off to US of A and a new life. When was this, 2003?

To the left of this wall would be the dining table, and before that sprang the image of an eclectic mix of people.. There was his uncle, and his uncle’s cousin, his friend Kiran from college, Hiresh, Prasad, Nishanth, Ajit and Ajay… All of them going through a frenzy of emotions, watching a young team India led by some new kid called Dhoni winning the first ever T20 world cup… Nothing unites Indians as cricket does. Which year was it?

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw the hall where he had spent countless (after) hours before the TV. He would not miss SS music at 11PM back in those formative days..

Then came the balcony.. There he was, speaking through a cordless phone with his girl.. Little did he imagine they would be married eight years later, but looking at that happy kid reassured him that life had turned out the right way… She was always one of his first contacts when dial up  happened and he could use Yahoo! Messenger.. when he got his first second hand motorola.. and his first second hand Nokia 1100.. and his first Sony, Samsung and now Nexus… As he went to close the door, he thought he saw the kid give him a wink!

He hardly spent time in the kitchen, but his eyes automatically moved towards the shelf where the money was kept. He was a good kid, but there were instances where he had indulged in taking an extra twenty.

The bedroom was his haven… No matter how hard life had been or how distracted he felt, he had this one place where he could get back and collect his thoughts. Even years after leaving the house, he always imagined himself in the room, with the air-conditioner and fan to provide the rhythm.. Looking into the room made him realize how much he missed being stress free & young.

He had to take a moment before opening the door to the other room. For he knew each square inch had a memory..

There he was, teaching Kiran math.

There was the computer, where he wrote his first blog.

There was the corner below the window where he and Aarti sneaked their first hug.

The window through which he used to stare for hours when it rained.

The memory of his exams being cancelled due to monsoons… and “Where’s the party tonight” song playing for the exact reason..

His fake attempts at studying for GRE & CFA

His friends toasting him the night before his departure to UK..

His meets for Chennaibuyz – the company he tried to build

 

…………………………………………………….

As tears welled in his eyes, he rushed out, for he could take it no more… amidst all these ever changing memories, the house had remained constant.. and with it had that one person who had lived in it..

and now she was changing too?

He could no longer bear the emotions.. he ran upstairs and gave the keys back to his grandmom, saying that he could not lock the door by his own..

“Oh you silly emotional fool… I thought my purpose of moving out is to spend time with your baby girl… Looks like there is more than one baby in the house now!”

With speed that defied her age, the women took the elevator down to close the door of the house.. and with it, multiple chapters of the book – my life.

 

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3D model – Old Trafford

2016 was a year when I completed quite a few puzzles. Usually they were 1000 piece puzzles like these three.

 

However I wanted to step up my game and try my hand at something more challenging. Hence I requested for a 3D model puzzle of Old Trafford – the stadium of my favorite club – Manchester United.

The puzzle itself was more complicated than I expected. Though the pieces were numbered, I still had to understand which way to twist each piece and where it would fit in.

    

The detailed step to step guide was pretty helpful, however it was still mentally challenging to understand the way each piece interacted with others & being one of those engineers that cruised through college without getting hands-on with anything, I had more than one moment of exasperation.

The brittleness of the cardboard pieces did not help either & in the end I had to make some compromises. However I am quite happy with the end result. As my manager remarked, “It is not perfect, neither are we!”.

One thing is for sure, I will never look at Old Trafford the same way again. I have a new found respect for the stadium. “Theatre of Dreams” will no longer be a phrase in my life, but an emotion.

 

Mouli

 

PS: If you want to have a shot at building the stadium, here is the link – Old Trafford – Manchester United

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5 changes in my attitude at work that came about through playing football once again

Originally posted on LinkedIn about 6 months ago

Having moved to Bangalore about two quarters back, I have been the recipient of friendly weather as compared to Noida where it is jittery cold for 6 months and hot as hell the other 6 months of the year. Unlike my usual lazy self, I have pushed myself to get back to playing the sport I am most passionate about – Football.

Yes it did help me to keep myself fit and my mind sharp, however what I did not realize was that I would one day draw parallels between the way I play and the work I do. Here are 5 changes in attitude at work brought out as a direct result of playing football. I hope this serves as motivation for you to take up fitness more seriously as well as work in a better manner.

1. Be the bumble bee!

Playing at the central midfield position, I came to realize that the toughest route to score a goal was to go through. In most instances, it is alright.. and required, to float about the field and string a few passes with team mates before that final pass becomes viable.

At work, being from an engineering background and having trained to ace in math, it is natural for us to think of solutions as either right or wrong. However it makes more sense to float around the problem for more time and work with different teams to overcome difficulties and obtain your final goal.

2. Someone has to be keeper!

It is true. We all want to score goals. However no one wants to save them! It takes guts to stand between those poles knowing that you could potentially make a fool of yourself any second. But hey, someone has to be keeper!

Likewise, I have never been comfortable with understanding the mechanics of coding. Looking at a page source or a code flow would have me want to fake a faint or run for cover. However I have been the fool on the field many times in recent past. So with that knowledge I tried to solve a pertinent issue along with some developers. The output turned out to be the most significant win for me during this quarter… I struck (Fool’s) gold! (Hey, increasing the supply levels for your country by 20% within a day is no joke!)

3. You win as a team…. Period!

I could try taking 10 opponents on and score the goal. Christiano Ronaldo is still dreaming to achieve this feat…. So in theory that puts me on level terms with Christiano… Wow!

Truth being said, you win as a team. But you lose because you stayed individuals.

And engineers are my team too!!

4.Work gets done if others run for you

I know this is pure evil, but hey…. works! Trust me.

5. Work your socks off… and please take time off to wash them.

It is important to cool off after every game. Maybe a couple of minutes to review how things went.. A word or two of how things could have been better… A fight or two about who was shoddy on that day. In the end, remember it is just a game and you came out stronger & wiser than when you began…

And finally.. please wash your dirty socks … get them fresh and go again.

 

Pssst….If you dint… Everyone would know!!!

 

If you are looking to join a club for casual/weekly football I highly recommend http://www.sporthood.in/.

Here is a link to their Facebook page – SportHoodSarjapur

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Going offline

I saw this recent video of Paul Miller about going offline. It struck a chord & also brought back a memory of an article I wrote about six years back.

 

Here is the story:

 

The Social Addict

The wind was making all efforts to orient his disheveled hair. He was staring into the horizon, admiring the deep blue of the sea kiss the light blue of the sky. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it dangle loosely around his body. The salty breeze was lightening his spirit. He removed his shoes and let his bare feet touch the hot sand. The hair on his body stood up at the sudden rush of heat from below. His body soon adjusted to the heat of the sand and began to appreciate its softness instead. He realized what living really meant – to be one with nature. He felt refreshed. He felt life inside him. He felt his heart remind him to find his purpose in life. He promised himself he would have such moments of solitude more often. ……………………………………………

 

It had all started with a simple question posed by his colleague. The question was if he was an addict. He had completely denied her and defended himself saying he did not smoke or drink or do drugs. She mocked him saying all those were addictions of the previous culture and her question was if he was an addict of this culture – an addict to socializing, an addict to technology, an addict to money making. He began to analyze his activities.

The revelations shocked him. He realized that wherever he was; his mobile was within a couple of arm distances from him. He calculated that he listened to songs almost 3 hours daily. He measured that on an average, he sent 250 text messages per day. A minute per message would translate to just about more than 4 hours for each day. He would be on Facebook and Orkut every night from 10 to 1. He spoke to his girlfriend half an hour before lunch, another half hour post tea, and 2 hours between 7 and 10. Food, hygiene, work and sleep accounted for 12 hours of his day. He travelled 4 hours between office and home. That meant he was managing 30 hours of activity in a day. He praised himself saying that this was the age of multitasking where one listens to the pod and messages his friends while sitting on the potty. ………………………………………………………………………… But who was he kidding? He :

Hardly spends an hour for himself

Almost never manages 6 hours of productive work, let alone 8.

Hates his job profile/nature.

Stays in the company only because of the high salary.

Has not played soccer since he was 19 years.

Not met his best friend since last Christmas.

Has 400 friends on Facebook ,half of whom he never met.

Hardly spends time his parents.

In a nutshell, hates life …………………………………………

 

As he watched the deep sea, he promised himself

He would :

Work on his fitness again

Play soccer

Invite his friend for weekly drinks

Find a job near home

Take holidays and breaks

Live life again ……………………………………………………

…………And ………He drove back home smiling and published his resolutions on FB.

 

There are some other short articles (I wont call them stories anymore) that I wrote which you can find using the following link: http://www.slideshare.net/chinamouli/50-stories-from-chinamouli

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