Invalid life 

I owe some explanations for the title, the title always owes some explanation, the poor bugger. See it was not my fault ( judge saab!), I have been playing football for several months now and although I concede I didn’t pay much attention to the ligamentary aspect of the game ( who does!), I was damned surprised when it broke off with a twist and a fall and there I was, instantly invalidated. 

The doctor didn’t offer condolence. He was used to this kind of shit. He only told me that my condition requires two months of bed rest. The word bed rest reverberated through my mind ( alà Ekta Kapoor) and I had to give up on my professional footballing career. 

Sorry Manchester, you will have to keep Rooney.