Bonjour monsieur,

Comment allez-vous ? Moi je vais très bien. Je vais vous parler de mon stage que j’ai fait a Bussigny. C’est le même garage que l’année passée. Ça c’est très bien passé, il m’a fait faire changer des pneus, changer des amortisseurs, des vidanges, changer des bougies, changer des pares-chocs, et il me laissait tout seul dans le garage et faire les choses tout seul. Si tout va bien je vais signer mon contrat d’apprentissage  avant la fin  de l’année 2009 comme réparateur automobile.

Salutations,

Samir

Gentem, ainda vai ter liquidação de camisetas… Cada peça a R$30 paus! Imperdível! .DDD

“Ok… so this is how it feels like to meet Dad…”

Samir had not particularly waited for this day his whole life. In fact, even the previous night, he had had his doubts and was not sure if he should be going to pick his dad up. But then 20 years was a long time and he knew it. So there he was, outside the prison, waiting for his dad to be released. It was still quite cold, under the early morning sun and he took out a cigarette and lit it. And as he inhaled the smoke deeply, he thought about what he was doing there.

Samir was a 2 year old kid when his dad was arrested-at least that was what his mother had told him. For 20 years then, his father was locked up behind bars. And that was pretty much all he knew about his dad. Whenever Samir asked his mother about his father, she would just refuse to talk about him. And if he persisted, she would just beat or shout at him. That was when he was a kid. Standing there beside his car, he realized that his mother’s beatings had actually worked as he could not remember enquiring about his father again-ever. There was no communication, no letters, no phone calls, no birthday cards or visits. His mother had them relocated so she didn’t have to face the ignominy surrounding her husband’s arrest. It was almost like his existence was simply forgotten in the house. But Samir remembered the date-today’s date- that his mother had impulsively and accidentally revealed in a fit of rage and anger when he, as a 13 year old boy, had asked her when it was he would see his dad. He had checked with the police station a few weeks back which confirmed his 9 year old memory.

The prison building was a non-descript concrete structure with a long and high compound wall that ran for a few hundreds of meters. His car was parked just outside the main entrance-the only entrance- which was guarded by 3 sleepy policemen. And when the policemen saw him standing there for a few minutes, they began to give him the eye. Samir ignored their stares and continued to smoke. He soon realized that he had a very basic problem at hand. His father did not expect anyone to pick him up, let alone his 22 year old son whom he hadn’t seen or heard from in about 2 decades. Samir was actually concerned how his father would react to seeing him. He could simply decide not to talk to Samir and there would be nothing that he could do about it. It was a risk he was well aware of, and one which he was ready to take. He looked at the photo of his father that he was able to get from the prison office. It was just a recently taken mugshot. And that was all he had. He looked at his watch and silently muttered, “It’s already past 7:30. Where is he?”

And as if in response to that, Samir heard a noise from the inside of the building- the opening of a metal door. The bolt creaked open loudly and the door slid sideways. Samir fidgeted and stubbed his cigarette out. One person, came out through that door and the door immediately slammed shut. He strained his eyes to see who it was who came out and his eyes rested on the tall, broad figure that stood outside the prison gate, looking straight into the sun. Could it be? Samir quickly took a look at the photo he had and looked in the direction of the person. He was now slowly making his way towards Samir. And as he grew nearer and the face became clearer, Samir realized he no longer needed the photo and threw it into the drain. He was staring at his father for the first time in more than 20 years. And as he came nearer, Samir realized his father didn’t seem to pay much attention to his presence and looked more like he had some plans of his own.

“Hi…” Samir said.

His father stopped right in front of him and looked at him quizzically. Samir didn’t respond to his looks and just stood there. He wanted to see if his father could make the recognition and was secretly wishing he would do so.

His father looked at him, and simply said, “Who are you?”

The faint smile that was taking shape on Samir’s face instantly vanished. That was one question Samir had desperately hoped to avoid answering. He just couldn’t get himself to say who he was. So he just stared back blankly, avoiding his father’s gaze, waiting for him to say something else.

“What do you want?” his father questioned him further.

“I am here to pick you up.” Samir replied.

“What? Pick me up? Who ARE you?”

Samir began to sense the beginning of an irritation in his father’s tone and immediately began to wonder if he had made the right decision in coming there. He still did not know what to say.

“I asked you who you…..”

“I am Samir,” he impulsively blurted it out and then looked away.

His father went silent, his mouth hanging open in mid sentence. Disbelief enveloped his face, followed by a few seconds of confusion, eventually yielding to the reality of the situation. He shook his head and looked around. There was no one else apart from the 3 policemen. Samir feared his father was losing his composure. But before he could say anything, his father opened his mouth to speak.

“Is that your car?” he asked, pointing at the Honda behind Samir.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get in the car.”

Samir immediately agreed to the suggestion and went around and unlocked the doors. His father helped himself into the passenger seat while Samir turned the ignition on and started the car. He pulled out of the small parking space and headed for the highway. And so, after 20 years, Samir was sitting beside his father, driving on the highway, to nowhere in particular. This was going to be the longest drive of his life.

TO BE CONTINUED…. (SERIOUSLY).

Il braccio del pallone d'oro

Fabio Cannavaro è campione del mondo, pallone d’oro, ed è pure bello, ha gli occhi azzurri. Ha fatto innamorare gli italiani durante i mondiali di Germania, invalicabile muro difensivo, uomo ovunque della nostra area. I tifosi del Parma e della Juve non lo dimenticheranno facilmente, quelli dell’Inter e del Real forse sì. Il Cannavaro interista era un difensore pasticcione, confuso, a tratti lento. A fine anno Moratti lo vende al primo che passa (Moggi) in cambio di un portiere di riserva e un pacchetto di patatine. Alla Juve la rinascita, che lo porta al mondiale come il miglior difensore italiano in circolazione. Lo era anche a Parma, a dire il vero. Cosa avranno mai queste due squadre in più? Un bell’ambiente, può darsi, una società serena, probabile, una sostanza magica, seguro.

Nel 1999 Rainew24 mandò in onda un video del pre-partita della finale di Coppa Uefa in cui era impegnato il Parma, con Cannavaro sorridente che si spara un qualcosa per endovena. Fosse stata anche una semplice fisiologica, non è molto bello da concepire. Se a tutti i bambini che giocano a calcio dicessero che prima delle partite si fa una puntura, addio calcio italiano. Alla juventus la musica pare non cambiare, è di ieri la notizia dell’inchiesta della procura Antidoping per del cortisone non dichiarato a dovere. Cannavaro è stato punto da una vespa e ha dovuto assumere tale sostanza, che è illegittima se non presa per curare qualcosa. Il caso è già stato archiviato, però serve a ripensare  ai fasti della grande Juve di Lippi, che negli anni ‘90 vinse tutto. Merito di Lippi, certo, che è pure campione del mondo grazie a Cannavaro che come detto nel 2006 correva il doppio più veloce che nel 2005. Ma merito anche dello staff di Lippi, tra cui il medico Riccardo Agricola, di cui si occupò anche Report qualche anno fa. Il dottore bianconero è stato condannato per aver somministrato Epo (il medicinale che prendevano negli sport dei “dopati”) ai giocatori, che in effetti sul campo dimostrarono, con le loro vittorie, di avere una marcia in più. Dietro di loro uno dei migliori direttori sportivi dell’epoca, quel Moggi che comprava i migliori giocatori, rinsaviva quelli in punto di morte, e teneva contatti telefonici assidui con le istituzioni.

Intendiamoci bene, Fabio Caccavaro non si tocca. Lui è il capitano, lui ha alzato la coppa al cielo. Lui è il ministro della Difesa Italiana. Il prossimo giugno difenderà la coppa del mondo dall’assalto straniero, e come ogni leader italiano avrà tutto il suo popolo a guardarlo in tv. C’ha avuto i suoi guai, ma insomma, chi è senza peccato scagli la prima pietra. Mica è come quel disgraziato di Cassano, che gioca solo se si diverte e quando non gioca ingrassa come uno normale.

At first glace one would think that this book is just another in a long line of publications making the case for Christian pluralism. It isn’t.

Rather, Samir asks, ‘does God have to be absent out there in order to be present in here?” What if God is at work in ‘others’ as well as within my life? Do we need to vilify others in order to be really certain about what we believe? Would the conclusion that God works in the lives of others who believe differently than I do, necessitate that what I believe is erroneous? Does God ‘favor’ me more than others simply because I was lucky enough to be born into and then personally received my particular – and often peculiar – religious faith?

This book is not a call to reconcile all religions, nor even to look for a middle way. It is an invitation to notice and to value the presence of God in the lives of every being on the planet despite tremendous differences in our belief systems. It presents an opportunity to engage the kingdom of God without denying the religion of Christianity – or any other religion.

God is always at work. He has always been at work – even in that which is ordinary, different, and seemingly inimical to self. The kingdom of God is here and yet it is not the same as Christianity. Christianity cannot ‘manage’ God nor contain him. God is ungraspably beyond any creed or ritual. It is humbling to acknowledge that “our speaking of God is never actually speaking of God, but only of our understanding of God”.

The author’s key thesis, in my thinking, might well be captured in the following quotation: ‘when we disagree against one another, destruction or even death results; when we disagree for one another, life happens”. Samir does not encourage us to yield up our current creedal notions, rather he suggests that when we embrace one another in the universal language of love – despite differences – we both confess and proclaim the presence of God in our world. It really is all about God.

Truly, a through provoking book and one that I will need to re-read often.

Il blog di Samir credo sia un esempio abbastanza raro nel panoraman italiano dei blog.

Ecco una breve descrizione:

“Non è un diario privato, ma comunque ci piace tenervi aggiornati di tante cose belle di cui ci dona Allah l’Altissimo.

Non pecchiamo di presunzione, per cui non vogliamo insegnare niente a nessuno, ma spesso accade che impariamo qualcosa di nuovo, uno dall’altro, come dovrebbe essere la ummah islamica. Abbiam formato “La Famiglia Cupiello”: un gruppo affiatatissimo di fratelli e sorelle….UNITI PER DIO”.

Due giorni fa ci capito per sbaglio, e leggo:

“As-salam alaykoum.
Dopo aver visto la trasmissione su canale 5 con Barbara D’urso ieri pomeriggio, ho capito una cosa: dell’Islam si conosce poco o quasi nulla!!

E’ inutile affibiare all’Islam i delitti efferati di qualche povero pazzo omicida, con la scusa della “jihad, la guerra santa”…”

Dopo i primi 30 secondi di canzone religiosa cantata da alcuni ragazzi in arabo,  “In questo video il fratello ci spiega PERFETTAMENTE cosa sia la jihad“.

Da qui.

Ricapilando: un ragazzo italiano, con l’appoggio della madre , ha un blog che parla di islam e dell’amore verso Allah.

Poi, assieme con i suoi amici, monta un video che spiega cosa significa Jihad in italiano e lo carica su un social media

Come cambia tutto, no?

TAG?

Jihad,Italia, yoytube.

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dopo mesi e mesi di assenza dal blog me ne torno con qualche notizia e qualche clip!!

allora…

ci tengo a precisare che non faccio piu parte del team green records.

visto che ai contest mi dicono”hey ma tu non avevi lo sponsor?” ho pensato di scriverlo pure qui!avete capito?

NON CE L’HO LO SPONSOR!

2> i clips!

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che dire..SMITHY DAYS!

(che dite,lo provo dal rail grosso a monte?)

molto presto altre news e clips e molto altro ancora!

see ya!

Bonjour monsieur Robert,

Comment allez-vous ? J’espère qu’il y a de belles filles !

Faut pas trop draguer parce que vous allez là-bas pour apprendre l’anglais, non ?

Salutations et merci pour votre email

–>dont j’ai lu une partie à la classe Laurent…

Nesse fim de semana rolou o FEA Sevens, campeonato que se firmou como importante torneio de Sevens do país, ao lado do UFF Sevens, que ocorre nos próximos dia 19 e 20 de setembro.

Ao longo dos dois dias de competição, o que se viu foi o melhor do Rugby Sevens universitário, contando com grandes equipes do estado de São Paulo, que possui mais equipes desse nível, mas também do Rio de Janeiro, Santa Catarina e do interior paulista, mostrando que o campeonato está ganhando reconhecimento em outros estados.

Debaixo de um sol muito forte durante o dia todo, as equipes foram divididas em 4 grupos, com o grupo A contendo um equipe a mais, que viria a ser motivo de discussão em relação ao regulamento. Com o desenrolar dos jogos, os favoritos foram aparecendo, e assim, FEA, Farma e San Fran conseguiramvencer os seus grupos com boa margem para os adversários. De fato, FEA e San Fran não sofreram um único ponto sequer na primeira fase.

As fotos já estão no Picasa e podem ser acessadas clicando aqui.

Trabalho mais difícil teve a UFF, que para sair como primeira colocada do grupo, teve que grande dificuldade para bater a Poli, por 14 a 5. A Poli, apesar de afastada do principal torneio universitário, tem uma equipe forte com jogadores pesados e rápidos.

Ainda nos primeiros jogos, o pessoal da UFSC entrou em campo com gorros dos Smurfs, numa brincadeira com o próprio uniforme. Dentro de campo porém, não brincaram em serviço garantindo a segunda posição e o direito de disputar a  taça de Prata.

Dentre os grandes jogos do primeiro dia, aponto:

Cásper X Mauá, que fizeram uma partida disputada até o último segundo, culminando em uma virada de 19 X 15, para a Cásper, depois de estar perdendo de 15 a zero.

UFF X Poli, duas equipes muito fortes fisicamente, mas que se valeram mais da velocidade e tática para tentarem vencer a partida. Na minha opinião, a melhor partida do primeiro dia, até em função dos poucos erros cometidos. 14 a 5 para a UFF.

Unitau X Poli, jogo muito disputado. A Poli começou vencendo, após jogar pressionando os adversários, e cnseguiu anotar 2 tries ainda no primeiro tempo. No segundo, a Unitau voltou melhor, fez muita pressão, mas só conseguiu um try, sendo derrotada por 14 a 5.

No fim do dia, um terceiro tempo limitado pelo horário de funcionamento do SESI não impediu a confraternização entre todas as equipes, que já sabiam a essa hora quem seriam seus adversários no dia seguinte.

O segundo dia, contou com a presença ilustre de Flávio Santos, que levou a seleção feminina ao décimo lugar no Mundial de Dubai e é referência em Rugby no país. Ele apitou algumas partidas, observou as meninas do SPAC (algumas delas suas comandadas no Mundial) na arbitragem, sempre dando dicas, mas aparentemente muito satisfeito com o que viu. 

Com as equipes mais niveladas tecnicamente, em disputa das taças de ouro, prata, bronze e honra, foi possivel assistir a melhores jogos, mais disputados e com menos erros que no primeiro dia.

A Taça de Honra reuniu equipes ainda novas, onde a grande maioria dos jogadores não tem muita experiência no esporte. Ainda assim daqui sairam dois destaques do campeonato. Tive o prazer de ser convidado para defender a Anhembi em dado momento do campeonato, devido dois desfalques de última hora que dificultaram a vida da equipe. Assim joguei duas partidas, meus primeiros 28 minutos em muito tempo afastado dos gramados. A FEA Bixos conseguiu boas vitórias contra seus adversários, o melhor deles o time da UFSCar que ficou apenas no empate com a Anhembi, ficando uma posição abaixo na tabela. A Anhembi cedeu o empate para a UFSCar no último lance do jogo, se tivesse vencido teria finalizado em posição melhor. E a equipe quase repetiu a dose, ao deixar o IBMEC reduzir de forma valente uma diferença de 19 pontos, parando no 17.

A Taça de Bronze viu o representante do interior paulista, a Unitau, superar adversários difíceis, como Mauá e Medicina para ficar com o título. A FAAP com desfalques correu por fora, mas deu muito trabalho para os adversários ora com jogadas de velocidade, ora com jogadas típicas do Union, com mais força dos forwards. O representante de Taubaté já havia levado muita dificuldade para UFF e Poli e aqui não foi diferente, apostando principalmente nas jogadas de velocidade e chutes. O time era o mais leve entre os que disputavam a taça de Bronze, e se valeu do campo extenso e o bom preparo físico para prevalecer sobre os adversários.

Na Taça de Prata, a Poli queria duas coisas: mostrar que teria condições de disputar o título de igual para igual com as equipes da taça ouro e vencer a FEI, devolvendo a derrota nas engenharíadas desse ano, que custou o título. Conseguiu ambos. Não sem muita dificuldade, principalmente contra os engenheiros do ABC. A exemplo do jogo na Engenharíadas, esse jogo foi nervoso, com algumas discussões entre os jogadores, e a Poli errando um pouco a mais do que nas dmais partidas. A FEI possui um time de jogadores novos mas que sempres demontram muita raça em campo e aqui não foi diferente, porém não conseguiram superar a equipe da USP. No final, alguns jogadores da Poli lembraram a derrota na Engenharíadas, e, acredito, saíram vingados. Cásper e UFSC fzeram boas partidas, mas não conseguiram superar a dupla de engenheiros.

Obviamente, o maior destaque era para a Taça ouro, que definiria o campeão do torneio. E as equipes nã desapontaram, fazendo grandes partidas. A FEA começou vencendo a San Fran, enquanto a UFF venceu a Farma. Os jogadores abusaram dos tackles para conter o avanço adversário, fazendo jogos truncados.

Na sequência, a San Fran foi derrotada pela UFF dando adeus à disputa pelo título, enquanto que a Farma se redimiu da primeira derrota e venceu a FEA, mantendo-se viva na disputa, que seria o terceiro. Notei o time da FEA com um neervosismo acima da média nessa partida, com alguns erros que seus jogadores não estão acostumados a fazer,  e deixando de escolher as melhores possibilidades de jogadas em dados momentos.  Para a Farma, só a vitória interessava com a necessidade do ponto bônus para complicar. A vitória chegou em um jogo muito controverso, com muita reclamação por parte dos torcedores e do técnico da Farma com a arbitragem. COmo não conseguiu o ponto extra, não restava outra alternativa a não ser torcer pela FEA.

A FEA necessitava da vitória com margem superior a 12 pontos (segundo seus cálculos) para sair campeã de seu torneio. A equipe da UFF pressionava muito através de chutes em profundidade e marcação pesada sobre os defensores, impedindo a FEA de desenvolver seu jogo mais rápido, característica da equipe. Os fluminenses ainda sairam na frente para complicar tudo para os feanos depois de boa jogada de seu half, o destaque da equipe com ótima coordenação da equipe e velocidade. A FEA ainda nervosa, começou a se acertar em campo, mas não produziu o suficiente para conseguir o título. Um try no final ainda deu esperanças aos seus torcedores, mas a partida acabou mesmo empatada em 7 a 7, revelando o novo campeão do torneio. 

Pontos positivos

É de se esperar que jogadores de equipes conhecidas se destaquem nesse tipo de campeonato, por isso, listo alguns jogadores que chamaram a atenção, não só minha, mas do pessoal da arbitragem.

Samir da Anhembi Morumbi, autor de 7 tries da sua equipe.

Kiko da Mauá, que mesmo de baixa estatura, conseguiu roubar muitas bolas nos lineouts.

Japonês da UFSCar Sorocaba, que imprimiu muita velocidade às jogadas de sua equipe, com ótimos sidesteps e corridas.

O time inteiro da UFSC, que ganhou o título de equipe mais animada pela organização do torneio, com direito à volta olímpica e foto com os campeões.

A arbitragem das meninas do SPAC muito bem conduzido de modo geral, apesar de um único desentendimento. Não foi o suficiente para manchar a atuaçãode todas.

Vacilos

Pelo menos três jogadores, apoiaram a boa atrás do H, porém estes se encontravam no fim do in goal, e não no começo, como tradicionalmente se encontra. No caso da Farmácia, por exemplo, o jogador percorreu cerca de 90m do campo antes de sair com bola e tudo pela linha de fundo. Fizeram a festa de quem estava na arquibancada.

Torcedor da Farmácia que xingou a arbitragem por quase toda a duração da partida entre San Fran e Farma, válido pela Taça Ouro

Regulamento e quase pregou uma peça nos organizadores, já que um grupo possuia mais jogos que os demais, aumentando a pontuação das equipes (a derrota valia um ponto). No fim, decidiu-se por votação que a Taça Ouro seria composta apenas pelo vencedor de cada grupo.

Quantidade de forward passes e knock ons muito acima do esperado.

Fatos curiosos

Time da UFSC que entrou com gorros de Smurfs na sua primeira partida, em alusão ao seu uniforme composto de camisa azul e shorts branco, lembrando realmente o desenho. Até Smurfete rolou.

Primeira linha da FAAP fazendo um try típico de ponta, ao correr pela lateral do campoe apoiar quase que na união da linha lateral e ingoal.

Jogador da FEI que com um bom tackle, em jogo contra a Poli (se não me engano) derrubou o jogador e a mesa dos árbitros na beira do campo, levando a galera ao delírio.

O duelo FEI X Maua extra campo. A cada try da equipe rival, não importando contra quem estivessem jogando, provocava uma grande provocação dos eternos inimigos da região do ABC Paulista. Outra ironia é que ambas equipes tinham jogadores que pareciam gêmeos (na Mauá, Kiko e Priscila, não sei o nome/apelido dos correspondentes da FEI). No fim, a FEI se deu melhor, disputando a taça de Prata.

O FEA Sevens teve início no dia de ontem, com jogos dos quatro grupos, compostos por um total de 17 equipes.

Neste post, além de um breve resumo sobre o que aconteceu nesse dia, coloco os resultados do 1º dia, bem como as equipes que vão disputar as taças ouro, prata, bronze e honra.

As estatísticas e fotos das partidas vão ficar para um post a ser publicado na segunda feira.

Em um grande dia de Rugby foi dado início à terceira edição do FEA Sevens, torneio que se firma como mais tradicional do meio universitário na categoria Seven a side. Uma prova disso, é que a presença de equipes de fora da capital aderem com mais força ao evento. Açém da tradicional UFF, do Rio, que sempre faz um bom papel, tivemos a presença da UFSC, de Santa Catarina, e da Unitau de Taubaté e UFSCar, combinado com o Sorocaba, representando a força do interior paulista, com respeito.

O dia começou com a atual bicampeã Farma USP enfrentando os novatos da Anehembi Morumbi, e estes não foram páreo para os atuais campeões. Ao longo do dia, tivemos partidas muito equilibradas e emocionantes, como a vitória da UFF sobre a Poli e ainda a virada espetacular da Cásper Líbero sobre a Mauá, que reverteu um placar de 15 a zero para fechar o jogo em 15 a 19, e custou a taça de prata aos atuais vice campeões da segunda divisão universitária paulista.

Os catarinenses da UFSC entraram em campo com gorros brancos, em uma alusão aos Smurfs (eles usavam uniformes azuis com shorts brancos, lembrando muito o desenho). Dentro de campo, contudo, mostraram muita seriedade e respeito com os adversários, ficando por pouco na taça ouro. Vem com confiança de sobra para levar a taça de prata.

Os destaques negativos ficam para os três tries que não ocorreram simplesmente pelo fato dos jogadores não perceberem que o H ficava no fim do in goal, e não no começo. Em um desses tries, o jogador da Farma correu praticamente a extensão inteira do campo, antes de sair com bola e tudo, perdendo o try, causando a alegria dos adversários que assistiam à partida. O excessivo número de forward passes também me surpreendeu.

O destaque positivo na minha opinião, foi a revelação do jogador Samir, da Anhembi, que mostrou grande garra ao marcar todos os 5 tries da equipe no torneio. Considerando-se que a equipe é muito inexperiente, pode-se dizer que o trabalho realizado pelo Sueco, ex-Mackenzie, pode gerar bons frutos na sua atual equipe. FEA e San Fran não cederam um ponto sequer aos adversários até o momento, e a UFF mostrou grande força e técnica de seus jogadores ao baterem a Poli, um adversário muito forte para se encarar ainda na primeira fase de um torneio como esse.

Todos os jogos foram muito leais, não houve violência em campo, e apenas 2 cartões amarelos foram mostrados ao longo do primeiro dia. Destaco ainda o alto nível da organização, que conseguiu um campo muito bom para o jogo, a pontualidade (ocorreu apenas o atraso inicial da competição, às 8h30) e o rigor em se controlar substituições, súmulas, etc.

Em relação a organização, o único senão foi o regulamento (sempre ele), que causou algum desentendimento, em relação a quais times disputariam a série ouro, já que um grupo possuia mais times, possibilitando uma pontuação maior a esses times. No entanto, um consenso foi alcançado rapidamente entre os capitães das equipes presentes (faltando apenas ESPM e San Fran se não me engano) e tudo ficou definido para o Domingo. 

Promessa de muita emoção na decisão. Aguardem pelas fotos, ficaram muito boas. Clique abaixo para ver a classificação de cada grupo, pontuação e resultados do primeiro dia.

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I booked Miray and Sam about a year and a half ago so I’ve really been anticipating this wedding.  The video crew today was Me, Prashanna and we brought Claude along with us for the first time.  Photo was done by Paul; a photographer from Montreal (which is where Miray lives).

The video portion of this amazing event started back in early June with an engagement shoot in Belfountain, Caledon, Forks of the Credit and the Badlands.  The footage that was shot there was edited and ready for the presentation that we were doing at the reception.  This video was accompanied by a SDE (Same Day Edit) that was also played for Miray, Sam and all of the 380 guests later in the evening.

We started with an early morning production meeting because we wanted to give Claude a final rundown of the day, and then we headed out.  Prashanna and Claude left for Sam’s, and I went to Miray’s.  After about 2 hours of shooting at the  bride and groom’s places, we went to the church.  3 video cameras and 2 photographers must have had Miray and Sam feeling like they were going to be on the 6:00 news, but it didn’t phase them at all.  They were stellar!

From the church, we headed to the “park”, which ended up being the Mississauga Civic Center because of the rain storm.  Well, rain or no rain we had a great time at the Civic Center and got a bunch of really cool footage.  The bridal party was really good to work with and they looked phenomenal!  I was shooting very strategically all day for the SDE and as soon as we were done at the Civic Center, I rushed off with Prashanna to the hall so that we could prepare for it.  Prashanna is one of my most trusted and able videographers.  When he said to me, “Joe, you worry about the SDE and I’ll take care of everything else.”, I knew that I had nothing to worry about at all…so I got to the editing.

The time came for the presentation and we set it up.  I was pleasantly surprised to see a pretty large group of family and friends filling up the dance floor and sitting cross-legged to watch the video.  We started with the engagement video and ended with the SDE.  It was a hit! And it was pulled off with the help of my amazing team!

Thanks Miray and Sam for letting us be with you guys on your special day.  Thanks to my team for your awesome work!

In the recession season another producer dares to take plunge in the show-business. Sunil Pathare unveiled the first look of his first film on his 38th birthday.

Mysteriously titled hindi film, “3 Nights 4 days’ is directed by the Devang Dholakia. Cast of the youthful film includes Anuj Swahney, Farid Amiri, Madhuri Bhattacharya, Samir Aftab, Pinky Harwani, Areesz Gandh, exotic beauty Sanda Caktas and the only-known-face Hrishita Bhatt.

“I have heard not less than fifty scripts before zeroing on this youth centric concept. Story revolves around five friends who haven’t seen each other from long time and get together in one of the friends marriage. Wedding ceremony is being arranged for “3 Nights’ and “4 days’ and all that happens during this period is the film all about,” briefs the producer.

Film is about love and friendship. It also gives a picture of the changing equations between friends over the time.

Youthful cast of the film is all excited and nervous of the fate of the film as it has its script as its only strong point.

Music is composed by Daboo Malik and choreography is by Longinus Fernandes.

Other celebs that showed up were Rachana Shah, Siddharth Koirala, Hiten Paintal and Rituparna Sengupta.

Omar (Neil) is picked up by the FBI and detained for arms found in his owned taxi. Basically it’s a well planned set up by FBI officer Roshan (Irrfan) and his boss to get Omar agreeing on to work as an undercover agent for them and infiltrate the family the life of Samir (John) and Maya (Katrina) who were Omar’s college friends 7-8 years back. Roshan suspects Samir of running a sleeper terrorism cell and he wants to nab him red handed. Omar is left with no option but to comply with Roshan’s orders but he agrees on one condition that the FBI won’t kill Samir if he agrees to surrender. Years back when in college Omar, Maya and Samir were thick buddies and Omar silently loved Maya but when she expressed her love for Samir, Omar had gone away from them. What truth Omar uncovers when he meets Samir and Maya both now a married couple with a small kid Danielle and what it all leads to forms the rest of the film.

New York can easily be considered the best film to come out of the Yash Raj stable after Chak De India. Shot entirely in the US, the film not only is on par with the best of the Hollywood films made in this genre but is a completely different experience which the Bollywood audience is not used to. You are completely hooked from the first scene of the film when Neil is arrested by FBI and the interrogation that follows by Irrfan of Neil’s. The first half is extremely well narrated and keeps you constantly guessing as to what will happen next. The interval point is a shocker and you look forward to an exciting second half. But then the pace of the second half somehow doesn’t match up that of the first half and there are some predictable things in store. But nonetheless it is packed with some really great moments. The whole frisking episode of Katrina Kaif by a cop on the road late at night and the sequences that follow it linger on your mind for long. The climax though a bit word heavy is superbly shot as well. The torture scenes shown immediately post the interval send a shiver down your spine. Pritam’s music is easy on the ears and there are no lip sync songs to hamper the proceedings.

“Ok….So this is how it feels to lose my virginity…”

Samir was again thinking out loud. He had just woken up from a deep sleep.  It was still dark outside with only the dim light of the streetlamp outlining the contours of his room. He stared at the ceiling fan and realized that it was very hot and humid – quite unusual for the Bangalore weather. Then something started to slowly bother him. Something wasn’t quite right. He looked around his room. Even in the darkness, he could make out nothing seemed to be out of place or missing. He strained his eyes to discern the time on his watch. It was 5 in the morning. Still it was not the fact that he had woken up at that odd time that bothered him. There was something else. Then he looked beside himself on his bed. Only then did it all come rushing back to him! There was someone else!

“Oh f***!”

He could see the outline of her body through the dim light streaming in from the window. She lay on her side and he could only see her back.

She was still naked. He smiled.

Samir got up but remained sitting on the bed. He then searched for his pack of cigarettes next to the bed and found them. He lit one and inhaled deeply. He could feel the smoke fill his lungs, and as he slowly exhaled, he began to think about the naked girl on his bed. He looked at her again. She was still in deep sleep. Then he smiled again.

It had all started at the party at his friend’s place the previous night. Samir was never of the idea that Arun even liked to party, let alone hold one at his own home. And he was more surprised when he saw the crowd Arun had managed to gather at his house. But not being much of a party animal himself, Samir just sat down with his former classmates and helped himself to a generous dose of vodka. But as the night wore on, Samir found himself conversing with one of Arun’s friends after he found her genuinely interested in his prized coin collection. It seemed she was into minting too. He offered to show her his entire collection but then she would have to come over to his home. Samir found her a little apprehensive but then she agreed after she learnt that his house was only a couple of minutes away.

Still smoking the same cigarette, Samir now wondered how things had turned out at his home. He was already in a mild inebriated state when he left the party. And he could recollect that even she had had something to drink. But after that things got a little hazy and he could only remember making out on his bed. He now wondered if his invitation had different intentions at Arun’s home. But as far as he could retrospect, he hadn’t considered the possibility of losing his virginity over a coin collection. At the same time, considering the fact that he wasn’t completely in his senses (and he smiled at this thought), he was ready to give it the benefit of doubt. He stubbed out the cigarette and lit one more.

She turned over in her sleep and was now lying facing him. For the first time, he took a good look at her. He observed her face and her body figure. She was looking very beautiful in the dark. Perhaps all girls do. But there was something about her that gave him an air of satisfaction. She was definitely pretty. She had a good figure – her Cup size must have been 34C at least. (He could never imagine losing his virginity to a girl without at least a 32C.) He also really liked the fact that she was into coin collecting as well. And at 22, he couldn’t help but look at what had happened as an achievement.  It was then that he realized that she was everything that he had hoped for on such an occasion. Well, almost everything. For one, Samir still didn’t know her name. And second, his girlfriend was blissfully sleeping at her home not too far away from his place!

He exhaled deeply. For some reason, the smoke seemed to be suspended around him. He coughed and regretted doing that almost immediately as it seemed to wake her up. Samir decided that he might as well wake her up and switched on the bed lamp. She instinctively put her hand up to block it.

“What time is it?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Its 530 in the morning”, Samir replied in his deep gruff voice.

And just that seemed to suddenly bring her back to reality as she literally jumped up from her sleep, covering herself with the rug.

“Oh my God! Where am I?”

“You are at my house.”

That reply seemed to calm her down as she looked around the room and then at Samir. Then she asked him, “Who are you??!??”

Well there was a question worth answering! Suddenly Samir found he had a problem of choice. He had to choose among “I am the guy who lost his virginity to you”, “I am the coin collecting guy whom you decided to sleep with”, “I am the guy who you find staring at your naked body when you wake up” but then he said, “We met last night at Arun’s party.” It was then that she remembered where she was and more importantly why she was where she was. Then she looked at Samir and asked, “Did we….?”

It was almost funny, she asking it. It was as if she expected things to change just by checking about them. Samir couldn’t suppress another smile. “Yes we did.”

“Oh God! What have I done?”

At that time, Samir didn’t know what to expect of her reaction. But he had a feeling this wasn’t going in the right direction either.

“I can’t believe I am not a virgin anymore!!” she screamed!

Samir choked on his cigarette and coughed violently for some time.

“What??!!??”

“I’ve just lost my virginity!”

Now Samir was not sure how to react himself. All this time, he had looked at the whole incident as a defining moment only in his life. The thought of it meaning something to her as well had not even crossed his mind. In fact, his only thoughts about her revolved around his own expectations and his evaluation of her appropriateness at being the girl to whom he lost his virginity. So when he learnt that the experience meant something to her too, perhaps a lot more than what it meant to him, he suddenly realized his mistake and felt obligated to say something appropriate. But then what was one expected to say to a naked girl who has just realized that you took away her virginity?

“What’s your name?” Samir asked.

“What?” she said and then realized that even she wasn’t aware who she had slept with.

He waved his palm in front of her eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Radhika”

Well at least now he knew her name. He now took in another deep puff.

“So Radhika…”, he exhaled the smoke, “I am Samir!”

She just looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing if she was supposed to respond with  a “Hi!” or “Nice meeting you..” or “How do you do?”. And at the same time, Samir realized that if there was something sensible that was going to be said in the next few moments, it would inevitably have to come from his own mouth. And so he began to think of the most inconspicuous manner in which he could introduce the situation at hand to her.

“Please don’t tell this to anyone!” Radhika cried.

Samir had to break his train of thought to accommodate her latest emotional reaction. He thought about it for some time, and the more he thought about it, he realized that he was wrong. Without her own knowledge, she had spoken something sensible. He realized he could never let anyone know about this incident, let alone Ritu, his girlfriend. Well, last he checked, she was still his girlfriend.

“Yes. Let’s keep it that way.”

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Neither of them knowing what to say or do. Samir had lit another cigarette and was still enjoying the moment, allowing it to sink in. Radhika on the other hand was still trying to come to terms with the reality that she was no more a virgin. When Samir looked at her, he felt there was something else that was bothering her as well. Daylight was creeping into the sky, some of it even making their way into the room.

Samir knew that he was never going to apologize for what had happened. In spite of his inebriated state, he knew for sure that he had at no point of time, forced her in anyway. Maybe both of them were drunk, but he was certain that there was mutual consent.  So he sincerely hoped that Radhika wouldn’t hold him responsible for anything. It wouldn’t be fair. But at that moment, what bothered him more was about not being aware of what she expected of him henceforth. Was she expecting him to start a relationship with her?  Or was she comfortable with the idea of a One-Night-Stand? He knew where his own priorities lay and as long as she didn’t find the sudden urge to talk about her first experience, he knew he was safe. But first, he wanted to hear her side of the story. And before he could embark on that, Radhika began her own queries.

“So what now?” she asked.

It was not as much as the question as it was in the way she asked it that gave Samir the impression that she was regaining her composure. He thought for some time before he answered.

“First of all, I suggest we both get dressed. Then we can talk.”

Radhika nodded in approval and they both got up from the bed. Samir stood up and put on his clothes while Radhika got up with the rug around her and tried to get dressed without letting the rug go. Samir saw her struggling, shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“What??” Radhika asked.

“You know there is no point struggling like that.” Samir replied, still unable to suppress his smile. “I’ve already seen you naked!” And as soon as he said that, Samir noticed her trying to hide a smile. At that moment, he remembered reading somewhere on how women tend to trust the man after having sex with him. And as if in quick response to his thought, Radhika took off the rug and put it on the bed. Samir just stood there, staring at her naked body, fully aware that this may very well be the last time he will be seeing it.

“What you looking at?” she asked.

“You want me to describe it for you?”

This time, Radhika made no attempt to hide her smile as she started to get dressed. Samir thought he saw her blush and was happy that the tension was easing between them.

“Well now its going to be hard to describe though”, he said, pointing at her lingerie.

They both quickly got dressed and Samir served some coffee he had made while she freshened up. The previous night’s party outfit that she wore now looked largely out of place.

“We were drunk,” Samir said.

“What?”

“Last night, at Arun’s place. We both were drunk when we left his house. I hope you remember that.”

“Yes I do. And I also remember you telling me something about your coin collection.”

“Oh yes. And you did come to my home to see that.”

“But somehow I don’t remember seeing any coin collections,” Radhika said with a smile.

Samir relaxed after seeing Radhika talk more confidently now. He would have loved to continue the conversation with her the way she wanted to but he hated beating around the issue at hand. So he decided to get right to the point.

“So what now?” he asked.

He saw Radhika was playing with the coffee mug, dreaming about something.

“Are you alright?”

“I think I need to tell you a few things,” Radhika started. “Firstly, I am 25 years old and from what I make out, I am older than you. But what I need to really tell you is that I am engaged to a guy whom I will be marrying in a few weeks time. Arun is my colleague at work and I came to his party at his invitation. This was going to be my last party before my marriage and hence the last party where I still had more freedom and lesser accountability for my actions. But let me get this straight. I did not come to the party looking to lose my virginity. Today really was my first time and let me tell you this frankly: I enjoyed it.  I do realize both of us were drunk and so I hold myself equally responsible for what happened.”

Samir heaved a sigh of relief.

“But at the same time,” Radhika continued, “I cannot say that I do not have any regrets about this. If I were to choose now, I would definitely wish that this night hadn’t happened. But it has and nothing I do or say is going to change that.”

“So then what do you suggest we do?” Samir interrupted.

“My immediate concern is confidentiality. I just cannot afford this matter to be revealed to anybody at any point of time. I hope you understand that.”

“You can take my word on that as I have some issues myself that will get complicated if this thing gets out. So you don’t have to worry that from my end,” he replied.

Radhika was visibly relieved to hear that and continued, “There is one other thing.”

“What is it?”

“I do not wish to see you or hear from you ever again. My marriage is the most wonderful occasion of my life and I cannot afford to let one night of bad judgment ruin my entire life. I do not want to complicate matters between us when none exists in the first place.”

Samir just stared at her, unable to fathom the manner in which she happened to look at the events of the previous night. He only wished there were many more girls like her living in India.

“Don’t worry. Once you step out of the door, you will never hear from me ever again.”

“So we understand each other then…?”

“Yes we do.”

“Ok then,” Radhika got ready to leave, “I will leave.” Then she hesitantly added, “Nice meeting you.”

“Same here,” Samir replied.

Radhika walked towards the door and put on her shoes.

“Bye,” she said.

Transfixed, Samir just watched as she opened the door and stepped out.

“Wait!” he shouted. Radhika stopped and turned. Samir hesitated for a brief moment. “If its any consolation to you,” he said slowly, “I want you to know that it was my first experience too and I really enjoyed it as well.”

He kissed her on her cheek and watched her go down the road under the early morning sun with a smile on her face. He stood there for some time and realized that he was getting late for a meeting and went inside.

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“Ok..so this is how it feels like to lose my virginity!”

Samir just jumped out of his bed after hearing those words! It wasn’t he who said them. He looked beside himself and saw Ritu staring at him! Confused, he looked around in the dark and saw that he was in Ritu’s room. Still not able to make sense of the situation, he looked at her questioningly. Ritu smiled and said, “We got drunk…and then we…..” It was then that the drunken ordeals of the previous night came back to him. And then he realized what had happened. He had slept with two different girls on two consecutive nights after getting drunk! He cleared his head and looked at Ritu. She was still smiling with an air of satisfaction. “I have been wanting to do this since such a long time,” she declared. “And I am so happy that I lost my virginity to you!”

Samir thought about Radhika, and all that had taken place with her. He looked at Ritu and said, “And I am equally happy that I lost mine to you dear..”

And then he smiled.

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I won’t be so stupid as to ignore academics this time. God only knows why I flunked so royally in the first half. I used to be a good student, for God’s sake. I am going to make a plan for this tomorrow onwards. I promise. Or I am doomed, as it is.

Mamiji was right when she would say that I think too much. I do indeed. I have also realised that I hold a lot of resentment in me. That kind of showed in my strond ‘hatred’ for this God forsaken city and my fucking old school. You see?

So I wrote to Samir that I am playing the guitar. Am I? I will.

I am afraid my life will go nowhere and I will never meet all the wonderful people I believe I am destined to meet if I don’t do something right now about college and grades. I think I have found what I didn’t have in me all throughout the first year- clarity

Thankyou for clarity. I think my journal is going to go a long way in helping me attain and retain this very vital element of life. Clarity of thought. Clarity of purpose. Clarity of direction.

I am afraid that I am posing difficulties to Samir everytime I try to make a platonic effort towards a friendship. It just seems to go topsy-turvy. Ah!! Why?? I am just trying to be normal and still afterwards I am always plagued with the fear that he will somehow interpret it otherwise.

For tomorrow: Plan of action and some serious direction is what I am going to consider, besides guitar and market probably. Getting the laptop repaired is vital in the sense of the battery and missing programs. Maybe this loss of ease is a sign of some change in my directions and priorities at a sub concious level.

Wow, I just love journals for the psychological and analytical ventures I have started to view them as. Just feel like writing and writing to no end. Even though it has been less that 36 hours since I have created this journal. It is already becoming an empowering addiction. Chao! I think I should sleep now. Don’t know if I will be able to or not though..

Please, please, please, please give me so much mental discomfort that I have no choice but to follow my dreams like a Bhaumik pursues me around. Tenaciously, to the point of being a stalker. Hahaha! That was really funny now..

Bekännelsen av en libanesisk kvinna: Hur känns det att vara hemlös!

En kvinna måste göra vad hon måste göra! Levde i det vackra Libanon, män, krig, hundratals släktingar, vänner och ett mycket vanligt liv i en mycket politisk familjehem som har skapat styrka inom mig bortom alla gränser.

Det finns inget som skrämmer mig längre, ingen politiker, medier, inget land, svartsjuka var aldrig en del av mitt liv!

Faktist, jag gillade att titta på vackra kvinnor och kvinnor. <

En konstnär uppskattar skönhet! Min nya bekännelse är när jag trodde att jag skulle få leva ett hemlöst liv!

Det var sent på kvällen, jag tog mina saker i en väska mitt i natten.

Plötsligt tog jag ett beslut, jag ville lämna hemmet och leva på gatan. Spänningen att uppleva de fattige och hemlöse var alltid i mina tankar. <

När jag kom till dörren, skrev jag en lapp till minga föräldrar att inte hitta mig! Mitt äventyr hade precis börjat!

Här var jag mitt i natten, promenerade på gatorna i mina shorts! Taxi, ropade jag och föraren frågade mig vart han skulle köra mig, jag sa bara kör.

Föraren började tala till mig vänligt, jag sa till honom vad jag tänkte göra. Du har ingen aning om hur lycklig du är med föräldrar som bryr sig om dig, plötsligt lyssnade jag på hans berättelse om sin familj som dog i krigen, hur han älskade sitt arbete och gillade att köra människor. Ensamhet är så hemskt, det var vad han berättade för mig. Denna man var så vänlig, jag frågade om hans namn. Han hette Samir.

Okej Samar sa jag, du kan återvända till mitt hem. Han tog inte emot några pengar från mig. Jag såg aldrig Samir, den gamla föraren igen. Om jag reser tillbaka till Libanon igen ska jag leta efter denna gamla fina man.

All min kärlek till vackra Libanon, all min familj och folket i Libanon över hela världen till mina svenska svärföräldrar.

Nästa bekännelse kommer att handla om en plastikkiruri i Libanon.

Jag tänker kanske göra en, eller kanske inte. Fred och kärlek.

 نحاول من خلال هذا الموقع أن نوحد جهودنا من أجل تطوير أساليب العمل بالمجلس. بأمكانكم الاطلاع على الصفحات الموجودة بالموقع، وهو عبارة عن مشروع لتطوير أساليب و إجراءات عملنا .نضع فيه أفكارنا ومقترحاتنا بطريقة تساهم في بناء ثقافة التعلم بين منسوبي المجلس وتوثيقها. هذا المشروع في بداياته ولكن بإسهاماتكم وكتاباتكم تحصل الفائدة المرجوة منه بمشيئة الله .هذا الموقع يطلق عليه وكي. هو نوع من أنواع المواقع الالكترونية وطريقة متطورة للتواصل والتنسيق سواء كان ذلك لعقد اجتماع أو للتنسيق بين أعضاء لجنة أو لجان متعددة

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