Bye Bye, World Cup

And that is that. Australia win what was a one sided final. It certainly was an anticlimax to the incredible World Cup 2015. But hey, a win is a win. And this is their fifth World Cup title. It is almost unfair. Ah well, I am just jealous.
And wasn't it a phenomenal World Cup. Like a festival. The tension on the mornings of India's matches. The sadness of having to miss the game because of school. That sense of unity when teachers would blatantly break rules to check match updates. Infact, my teachers watched the live match in the staff room. Another teacher actually called an ex-student during class to find out the score. Moreover, on the day of the semi-final, a huge screen was set up at school and the entire school watched the game! What do I say? We are crazy.
Yes, there is a lot more cricket to come. IPL is just around the corner. However, nothing at all is in the league of the World Cup. And yes, next time, we will take it back.

The Day Has Arrived

Six o clock in the morning and here I am trying to get my studies done. Why, you ask? World Cup final baby!

Its time

Its time for us.. Well actually for New Zealand and Australia. I simply had to get the World Cup theme song in. Listen to it btw, Bob's Beat.
Coming back to the point, around 12 hours and 30 minutes for the final. Two amazing teams and hopefully a close contest ahead. One great thing about not having your team in the finals is that you can look forward to a nail-biter without worrying about the consequences.
Who do I support? Frankly, New Zealand have played brilliantly. They've won all their matches. Moreover, this is their first shot at the Cup and it would be great to have a new champion. A few years ago, one wouldn't have considered New Zealand as a potential World Cup winner but weird stuff happens.
Australia. Where do I even begin? They aren't exactly World Cup virgins. To be honest, they're far from it. Of the 10 World Cups so far, they've won 4. Infact, they won 3 consecutively. A fifth title would be awesome. And they'd literally be taking the World Cup back from India. Now that just makes '#WeWontGiveItBack' even more obsolete. ( </3 )
I still do wish India was in the Final but you cant have everything in life. I guess 2019 will be our year. (fingers crossed). I wonder what 2019 will be like, though.
Anyway, coming back to reality, we seem to have a cracker of a game coming and answering the question of who I support, I guess Australia because they are my second favorite but I really wont mind watching New Zealand win. Will miss the World Cup too.

Disney, the magic lasts forever.

Admit it. You love Disney. Okay, maybe not now but at some point in your life. I mean wouldn't you happily watch Mickey Mouse or Winnie the Pooh or maybe a classic Disney movie like The Lion King if given the opportunity?
I would. Infact, I do. I might be younger than many people in this world but I do qualify as an young adult but no matter what, love for Disney lives on.
You see, somethings are a constant reminder of our childhood. The sheer excitement before the movie starts and that iconic castle appears with the star going behind it. That in itself gives me goosebumps.
And aren't the movies great? With every watch, we learn something new.
The most beautiful thing though, is that I have grown up watching older movies like The Lion King, Finding Nemo, Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland, Snow White and the Seven Dwarf and even today as a 16 year old, I would watch movies like Tangled or Frozen (read: <3) over countless others.
The thing is, somethings are perennial, they live on and our love for it only grows by the day. That is what Disney is for me.

So today was the much awaited semi-final between India and Australia. Sadly, India lost. And what did I do? Denial and crying were just a part of it. It took me hours to accept the defeat and actually get some closure. Crazy, huh? You bet. 

In my country, being cricket crazy is a pretty normal thing. Yet somehow, it is too hard for people to accept the fact that a girl can be a fan. A genuine admirer of the game. And today, when my uncle heard of my reaction to the defeat, he said that it was heart warming to see the passion I have for the game. The gist of everything he said was that I am breaking a stereotype here. And that got me thinking. We are the ones who've created this divide in the first place. Of course, certain choices of males and females do vary and they are intrinsic. What I don't get though is why is it so hard to accept that a girl can be an avid cricket follower or a guy can cook? We say people are breaking the stereotype. What we fail to realise is that we created it in the first place. I am not trying to give a sermon on sexist ideologies or feminism here. Neither is this about equality of any sort. This was just a simple thought that came to my mind.