In our hearts you live forever !!!!! <3

 

Being a Manchester United supporter is a privilege. All through these years they have risen against all odds and time and again after being written off, they have just stood up and showed what Manchester United are all about. As a football maniac like millions of other people around the globe I just enjoy watching the sport and enjoy every bit of action that takes place, whether it be the Manchester derby or the the The Bengal Derby or the newly coined Oil Firm Derby.

When it comes to football and Man United the month of February brings back the memories of one of the most horrific and saddening day in the history of sports, ‘The Munich Air Disaster’ as it is often called. 6th Feb 1958 is marked a black day in Man United history,the day when the clock stopped ticking at Old Trafford, Manchester. A team of emerging man utd palyer’s whose average age was 22 years lost their lives in a an airplane crash at the Munich-Riem Airport in Munich, West Germany. 8 players lost their lives along with 3 staff members and several other guests which included journalists mostly.

The team which was built under the guidance of Sir Matt Busby and had been coined ‘The Busby Babes’ . All the players had been trained at the academy of Manchester United and not signed from other clubs which was the trend back then also. Te players had exceptional talent and were surely to be the headlines of the footballing world for quite some time to come. But the fateful day of 6th of Feb saw most of these players making the headlines but not for the right reason. Manchester was left shell shocked on the day which saw their young talents pass away at a very young age. It was a seismic day in football which saw the sunset on Manchester’s talent young squad. Only two players survived the tragedy,one of which could never take to the football field again. Sir Bobby Charlton did make it back to the footballing arena and even today he continues to watch Man United win and write off critics and other oppositions one after the other.Sir Matt Busby, the contemporary manager of Man united got back to work along with Bobby Charlton and rebuilt a team which went on to win the FA cup final in 1963 five years after the tragedy and exactly 10 years after united went on to win the European Cup in 1968 which saw the rise of side from nothing to European Champions.

Even today Sir Bobby Charlton continues to be a part of Man United and watches the club succeed time and again.This is what Man United are all about. Rising up every time,facing a new challenge and emerging from it eventually as the better side. The tale which should have been written by the Busby Babes eventually got written, sadly not by them but by Man United themselves. On this day almost 64 years later as a Man United faithful I take great pride in writing this blog and supporting a club with such a golden history which outshines many and most of the clubs around.

This small piece of writing goes to the dashing and youthful ‘BUSBY BABES’ and to all others who lost their lives in the Munich disaster. R.I.P and in our hearts you live forever ❤

 

The One Where It All Began

Well this is my first venture in the world of Blogs.I might and will surely go wrong at many places and pardon me for that already.

Myself Jaydeep J. Karale. An engineering graduate I passed out from the D.Y.Patil College Of Engineering, Akurdi in June 2011. Well ever since I left college life has just shown too much and way too many twists and turns. But this is life for you. Amazing, Baffling, and yet still the most beautiful gift one can get.

It all started with when my H.S.C results came out. Not much surprised by the results as I ha done a fair amount of preps which eventually paid off. Growing up in a village or a small town to be precise is kind of fun but the attraction of a big city eventually makes you leave home start a new journey all together. I took admission at Pune. A city I always had a thing for. Although I dint manage to get into the college I wanted but none the less I was in pune and that was enough for me.

I can vividly recall my first day at pune where my friend and me had gone to see what our college looks like. And trust me it was far from what I had always imagined. The castles built-in the air came tumbling down. The campus looked so empty and deserted that it gave me the creeps. We had a look and on our way back we had our encounter with the ‘LOCAL TRAIN’ . Since being a newbie we dint know anything about the local but as seen in movies we assumed that it should have crowded,and so it was. But there was a relatively less crowded compartment which we decided to board not knowing it was the ‘First Class’. A feeling rushed through my mind as to why these people flocking in the other compartments when this one had acres of empty space.

After a half hour journey we reached Pune station, the last junction on the way. As the train stopped an elderly sikh walked into the compartment who we knew was the TC. He checked ‘ tickets and eventually it was our turn. We showed  him our tickets and on seeing them he looked up at us and we knew for sure something was surely not right. He explained to us that this was the first class we were traveling in and the tickets we had were for the 2nd class. Little did we know and we tried to convince him the same. But the man was stern and stubborn and he demanded a fine. We knew arguing with him was going to be futile and decided against it and just asked him how much fine were we supposed to pay. He looked at the tickets again and counted the stations and did some math and uttered a figure which left us both shocked, Rs.650 each. The first thing that came to my mind was, is he collecting whole compartments fine from us or what? But then he explained to us as to how he had reached the magic number.

We both immediately and off course in our minds calculated the amount we had left i our pockets minus the amount required for the journey back home. We dint reveal the figure to him but tried to pursuade him to spare us for this was our first time and it wasn’t like we dint have the tickets, we just had the wrong tickets. But the man was not ready to budge and he finally charged us Rs.250 each and put an end to our loot (that was what we thought about it).

After that we took the bus home and this was the first experience with Pune, the dream I long cherished. This 1st day dint at all dent my decision of moving to Pune although I did tell the my parents that I felt my college was haunted or it had a weird aura about it. Well for starters this was my first experience which I wanted to share with you all. Hope you like it and please comment .