Year of Sport

2006 will be massive in Sport. Life will stop for a few hours, weeks or months where the whole World will be plugging in to some major sports events around the globe. If you enjoy the gleefulness scope of world sport like i do...you'ld find it voltaic. But if you are not a man of sport...you'ld be like an 'Indian in the City'.

Well, you might not be aware of some most major International sport events in different continent of the World. Lets start with the most exciting sport: Soccer.

Africa will be hosting the African Nations Cup finals in Egypt this month. The road to Cairo will be a long and amazing trip for the African football. It might use as a trianing session for some african team which has been qualified to the World Cup 2006 like Togo, Ivory Coast, Angola, Tunisia and Ghana.

Australian Open inRod laver Arena in Melbourne today. "C'um On"

The Melbourne 2006 XVIII Commonwealth Games will be held in March. A culturde of Australian sport where almost the Sydney 2000 champion will be on track and ready to compete.

The World Cup in Germany..."Forzia Frencia"

Tour De France...Cyclist...see pic

Spring Carnival...in Horse Racing

The Melbourne Cup in November...Flemington Horse Racing Track

Well...try not to miss all these events this year....

Enjoy

Heartbeat

I fought for all out of a reason all the time I was in G…
I felt miserable…really miserable for what it took me to be happy
Even though people was a barrier in our relationship
I presume it was bound to happen while I settle down here
I was buzzing to be acquainted to you
Nonetheless I had a great time since I met you
I believe when you meet The One, there’s a lot of catching up to do
Even now I couldn’t believe the fuss
And can’t pretend to be fine
But what if fine is not good enough?
What if I want extraordinary?
It’s all about telling stories, feelings and the truth.
I was straight with you since the beginning about it from the off
If I love someone, I want to treat them, surprise them, and remind them how I feel, whether what means a weekend away somewhere, or a bowl of fruit in the morning laid out in the shape of a heart.
If I’m with someone I love, I know, deep down, what’s real and what isn’t.
Here I am
To tell you;
You are the heartbeat my world turns to
You are the one who show me the way to love
There is only one person that makes me feel like I can fly
Is you
I love you

One Good Reason Why Not To Flirt

A couple was invited to a swanky family masked fancy dress Halloween party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his goodtime to be spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and went. The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, woke without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party.

As her husband didn't know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband in his costume cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice "chick"he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his time to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. After more drinks he finally whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had passionate intercourse in the back seat.

Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make up for his outrageous behavior. She was sitting up reading when he came in, so she asked what kind of time he had. "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there." Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the spare room and played poker all evening."
"You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing poker all night!" she said with unashamed sarcasm. To which the husband replied, "Actually, I gave my costume to your Dad, apparently he had the time of his life!!

Relax

Doing nothing or sleeping is the ultimate form of rest for me
People undervalue it
Spending some time daydreaming or going with the flow of the day without having to plan everything is quite liberating
I feel liberate from everything around me
Where the notion of time doesn’t bother me
But it runs so fast like Michael Johnson
I think it’s especially important for creative people
It gives you the time and space to process ideas

Life

Big town life agrees with me
For the whole year at least
You can just wander through the day
Go for a walk
Stop for coffee
Hang out with friends
Browse through the bookstore
Chat to people you bump into
It helps me to recharge for more hectic times
Does it seems to be a life?

The Rhone

Fishermen love it
Spending time trawling for fish
With their fishing rod in a dull morning
Where there’s no electricity
No running water
It’s a scenic place
Calming place with no distractions
No phone
No email
My cabin in Rhone
Next to the river

My inspiration for writing

Fate always brings people to new destination and new revelation according to philosophers. Indeed I do believe in this quote. It happened to me while I was on holiday in Reunion Island with my younger brother Stephane few years ago.

The purpose of my trip was to forget about the ghastly year I went through. We flew for 3 weeks during summer holidays at Antide’s place, a long-life friend of my dad in La Riviere St-Louis. It was one of the most sensational holidays I had ever experienced before. I spent Christmas and New Year there…travelling around the island with their niece, Karen and nephew, Laurent…playing soccer, going to the beach, shopping, visiting ‘La Vierge au Parasol’, La Fournaise volcano-still active. It was absolutely marvelous.

Staying at home and relax is definitely my thing. It allows me to read books, newspapers, sport magazines or painting on canvases. It seems that this kind of situation suits perfectly to what a poet or an artist does during a day. My love of reading must have contributed greatly to my ability to imagine myself as someone else. It was at my knee that I first realized how passionate of reading I was. I was keen and tempted to share my love of writing poems and sport articles with the Dorilas's family. My awareness and understanding of their comfortable and pleasant interaction reflects a subtle change in my societal awareness. My time on the road was already beginning to heighten my sensitivity to the divisions between the haves and the have-nots.

I spent time watching French soccer match with Antide live on TV late at night. Then the next morning we have a chat about it. Through my reading of sports newspapers I found the inspiration of writing sports articles particularly soccer. I can’t tell how amazing it was. The whole concept of french and soccer expressions I wrote in my article was the right words at the right sentence. Antide was surprised about it. He pushed my writing skills to some degree of expectation. It sounds for me as a period of confinement only deepened my love of reading, a love I never outgrew.

Well, one morning he said to me why you don’t think about embracing a career in Sport journalist in Reunion Island or in France? At the time I didn’t realized it. But after a while I made up my mind of looking for a job. Then I got the idea to keep all my written poems so as to show it to my friend poet Stefan Hart de Keating when I’ll be back in Mauritius.

It was clear to see that i wanted people to take a good, hard look at the world around them by writing articles or poems about the truth and ask themselves, is this the way it should be? It was passion that changed my life during a formative trip through Reunion Island. I would say I’m a man driven not by selfishness but selflessness.

Socceroos last chance to qualify for Germany 2006

Another chapter in the history of the Socceroos in World Cup qualifiers is about to be written. The Socceroos is challenging Uruguay for the 2nd leg of the 2006 World Cup qualifiers tomorrow night at Telstra Stadium in Sydney for a ticket to Germany World Cup 2006.

The Socceroos has rendez-vous with the history and it’s time now not to miss the boat to the most prestigious sporting event of the world. It's a remake of four years ago in Montevideo when the Socceroos of Frank Farina failed to qualify for the US World Cup.

After loosing 1-0 in Uruguay last sunday, the Socceroos seems to be in a must-win situation. The Socceroos coach, Guus Hiddink who was appointed to the job few months ago, had gathered the most highly experience squad to overcome the loss of the 1st leg. With Tim Cahill, Marco Bresciano, Lucas Neill, Harry Kewell, Mark Viduka and Jason Cullina, the socceroos will be tough to tackle on homeground. And Guus Hiddink knows it. He comments on SBS after the loss in Montevideo “I’m not happy with the result. We lost the match due to lack of concentration and intimidation. But next Sunday will be a different scenario at home”.

He believes that this generation of Australian players will lift-up the profile of Australian football on top of the world ladder. But in the meantime, the Dutch technician is particularly more concerned about his squad defense weaknesses. In fact, the socceroos defense has always been comprised on International echelon. And yet few socceroos defenders such as Tony Vidmar, Tony Popovic, Craig Moore and Scott Chipperfield will probably be close to their International retirement.

Still ‘mastermind’ Guus is confident about his defense for tomorrow night clash. However the main danger remains the irresistible striker of the ‘Los Celestes’, Alvaro Recoba. The Uruguayan will be man to watch and has to be taken in consideration. Excellent left-footed player, very good technician with a massive sense of vision on the ball and very dangerous with his free-kick and cross, Alvaro Recoba will be an absolute threat for the socceroos defense. Indeed, he was at the origin of the goal in Montevideo last weekend.

At stake the confrontation of tomorrow night is tactically and technically feasible for the socceroos. This is the time where the entire Australian population is waiting for as a wake-up call of their national team, after the gauntlet four years ago in Montevideo, and 32 years after they were allowed to play with the monsters in a World Cup tournament.

It’s now or never.

To Someone

Our deep is fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deep is fear that we are powerful beyond measure
It’s our light not our darkness that won’t frightened us
You are playing small that not serve the world
And there is nothing in light about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure about you.
We were all meant to shine as children do
It’s not in just some of us
It’s in everyone
And as we all let it shine
We are unconsciously giving permission to people to do the same as we are liberating to our fear
Our presence automatically liberate others
Sir, I wanna say thank you
You save my life

The Revelation

The revelation

Some poets always say that life is a virtue. Probably true! But I don’t view it this way. I think life is full of surprise which brings to new revelation. And that revelation was my arrival in Sydney for University studies.

This revelation was shaped as a “suicide bomb” to a minority of people around me. I would rather say that it was one of the best surprise that life can bring. Because the more I thrived, the more my self-belief grew. I don’t really care about what some of my folks thinks about it. Honestly for me it was as if I had fetched them a blow behind their back.

And that hurts them. Seeing younger nephew succeeding in his academic life was quite unbelievable for them. Even now they can’t admit it. And now they have closed their big-mouth. The simple fact is that someone else among the cousins had shown that they were wrong all the time. And they are always bluffing about their son and daughter’s academic success.

That’s a sort of reality of life how people live and behave. What’s wrong with the world? Are we in a competing world or may be a family's competition? Oh yeah, I think that would the right definition: Family's competition. Frankly, that’s ridiculous. Would you imagine a title like that “Family Competition” as headline in the newspapers? I would laugh until I piss in my pant.

Before, I was standing on the verge of all these stupid comments. But now I’m behind the scene. Poetically speaking I believe in what Paulo Coelho divulged in his book called ‘Alchemist’; “When days and nights are quite similar to each other people have stopped to catch a glimpse of good things which are presented in their life as much as the sun spell the sky,”

Well, there is no discussing. Life brings you to up-to-the-minute and implausible experience.

Zoom

Need a bit of a change. Because doing the same shit every week make things seems pretty boring and annoying.
I would rather spend time with my entire passion: Horse Racing. And feels the smell of horses in my local, the Champs-De-Mars...Horse Racing track in Mauritius.
Well....that's a big miss for me since i've been here. But i still keep in touch with my best mate, Rai Joorawon, inset photo- the top professionnal leading jockey in CDM.
This photo reminds me his best ride of the last season during the Mauritius International Jockey day 2004.
As some sports writers says in the soccer jargon; 'when a team plays homeground they are unbeatable'. Does it apply to horse-racing context? Problably! But it doesn't work like that. Simply good horse made good jockey.
Hence.....dealing with horses is a great experiences and sharing a whole sense of close-friendship with Rai was one gift from life.

A thirst for adventure

Becoming a globe-trotter is one big step of a sailor's life but navigating through the ocean is far more a lifelong adventure. Where the sailor feel thirsty of discovering countries and islands during his trip like Vasco Da Gama who discovered a small island on the western coast of Africa in the Indian Ocean.

It was a small dot. The small dot was named Mauritius. Famous for his quietness and beaches, writers and poets grew up in a philosophical and poetic manners like my friend Stefan Hart de Keating. And so many writers such as Malcolm de Chazal, Alain Gordon-Gentil and Robert Edward Hart.

Being part of this world of poets and writers was a sensational feeling. Their inspiration have driven me to my old job as a sport writer where the sense of travelling through events and conference was enormously adventurous.

But every day, every island, every experience seems to bring another revelation in the world of adventure.