Confusing love

     Divine love or materialistic love

                                                                                   

Love simply means to me as something done from heart but not from eyes. You simply don’t care how your love looks like and perfection doesn’t exist in love. But I am always confused if divine love is the one that lasts forever or the materialistic one.

By saying divine love I mean the love done with God and materialistic means with the creation of God (human beings). As I belong to a Hindu Brahmin family, my mind is very much influenced by the word ‘Divine’. Since my childhood I am seen my parents as well as grandparents worshiping the unseen force ‘God’. I have heard a lot of stories about divine love such as Meera Bai’s love for Lord Krishna which is without any doubt immortal. But some materialistic love story such as the love story of Sakuntala and Dushyant is too immortal.

As I have been much influenced by Lord Krishna, I believed in divine love and decided to devote my love towards this supreme power. It doesn’ t mean that like other people I keep on worshiping his idol with red tika. As I said before, love is done by heart so I keep on imagining him with me and talk with him due to which people think I am introvert. But that’s not enough I guess. These days my divine  love is being more or less affected by materialistic love. I have never experienced materialistic love before and wish that I’ll never have to. But I am unaware about the coming future .

Football

        World Cup and Me                   

“World Cup: 2010” whenever I hear this, I return to the flashback. It is one of the important periods which have changed my life so drastically. I had neither watched any international matches nor any club games before. But something really strong was attracting me towards this event. I too selected a country to support like my any other cousin. I had no idea about any team or player but made a decision of supporting “Germany”. The schedule was published in the newspaper and my brother being a football fan kept it safely.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                It was the evening time when something attracted my eyes. It was the same paper but my eyes were mainly focused on the picture next to the schedule. It was a young man with slightly long hairs and a smile having beautiful dimple. His eyes were black and he was wearing the jersey of “Argentina National Team”. I didn’t know who that young guy was but I simply enjoyed decorating the picture with mustache

 and beard in his face. When my brother saw it, he became mad at me and started scolding me as the world’s best player was looking like a joker. He said, “This is Lionel Messi. How could you ruin his picture?” “Messi” my ears became wide. I had heard this name somewhere before but I was not being able to recall it. After trying very hard, I came to know that my brother once tried showing me his picture in an advertisement of “Pepsi” but I had shown no interest.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    After few days the tournament begun and I was very much excited to watch the matches. I watched almost all matches of Germany but paid no attention towards other matches. But one day, I really got surprised knowing Germany and Argentina were going to face each other in the quarter-finals. I was really worried as the world’s best player was playing against my favorite team. The match begun and I stayed requesting Messi not to score the goals. Luckily, Germany won the match but I got influenced by the game of “Messi”. Although, he didn’t score any goals in the world cup, he played wonderfully. Seeing his game I started loving football.                                                                                                                                                                                               This game really changed my thinking and overview towards the game “football”. After the end of world cup, I started researching more about Messi and came to know about “Barcelona: More Than a Club”. The biography of Messi inspired me a lot and slowly I became one of the crazy fans of football. Football also helped me to decide my aim. Being so much influenced by “Messi” and “Barcelona”, today I hold a dream of becoming a sports psychologist and making my country Nepal win the world cup. It may seem difficult today but is not impossible. If we dream it, we can do it.