Why Can’t I Be A Football Fan?

Why aren’t women easily accepted into the fold by male football supporters?

India – Where everyone’s supposed to be equal according to our laws and there isn’t supposed to be any bias based on caste, religion, or sex.

India is where I live, and India is where I’ve learnt to survive as a female football fan.

I’m sure there are many like me out there, but when it comes to voicing our opinion, apart from ranting on Social Media there’s nothing much we can really boast about.Society is so used to demeaning the status of the Indian woman, that at the end of the day, she forgets who she really is at times.

And when it comes to something like football, which is one of those typical “guy things”, I’ve come to realize that most maleswouldn’t appreciate it if a female challenged his skills or even his knowledge.

So what is it about the male section of our society?Are they jealous? Are they sexist?

To our faces, most men behave extremely sweetly and also pretend to be impressed when we say we follow football. Walk away and one will find them cracking slightly offensive jokes at our expense, which vary right from supporting a particular team to sporting a team’s jersey, and even about the offside rule.

Women have had to put up with some very patronising behaviour at times in the still fairly masculine world of football. We all recall Sky Sports dinosaurs Andy Gray and Richard Keys’ jibes at a female Assistant Referee – ’Do us a favour love, do you even know the off side rule? When male officials get it wrong, it’s because they’re inept. When female officials get it wrong, apparently it’s because they’re women?

Anyone with two eyes, a marginally functioning brain,and enough female friends, knows that women are a significant part of the football community worldwide, and now in India as well.

Women, and I’m speaking on behalf of all the female football fans I know, don’t watch or support a football team just because they have ‘cute players’. Also, supporting a team just because they’re winning trophies isn’t something a woman would do. But having said that, I won’t deny that there are a certain number of ‘plastic fans’. Those numbers, however, would be considerably less if compared with men, so the ‘plasticity’ of fans is common across both sexes.

In my opinion, there are three main types of female football fans:

  1. The ones who love the game, and everything that has got anything to do with it. They’re the ones who won’t miss a single game for anything in the world, and even if they can’t watch the game live at the stadium, they make sure they watch it on TV.
  2. The second type also love their team, however, they’re a little less dedicated (if I may say so). They’ll buy their team’s jerseys, support their team during their ups and downs and keep abreast with everything that’s happening. This section of fans is rather important for they’re the ones blowing up Twitter and Facebook, demanding that games get streamed if not aired live on TV; they’re constantly buzzing on Social Media when it comes to their team and football in general.
  3. And the third type are the ones who’ve jumped on the bandwagon – just because everyone else was doing it! They know who the players are and they definitely know who the hottest players are, but ask them what was their team’s ‘back four’ during a particular game, and they won’t have a clue.

Too many times on Social Media and in person, female fans have been labeled “glory hunters” or “plastic fans”, which is rather uncalled for. I have to say this to all men, with due respect, that women are definitely aware of the “Offside Rule”, thank you very much. We cry when our team loses, cry harder when we win. A player’s injury affects us more than our own and it’s the end of the world when someone leaves our club.

We rant on Twitter not because we want to attract followers, but because it hurts us when our team doesn’t perform well. I don’t see a reason why people think we’re trying to boast about our knowledge of the game when we tweet about it; we just love the sport!

Growing up in India and breaking all the rules when I fell in love with Thierry Henry was the defining moment in my life. Football took precedence over everything else – even friends.

What was the case with me 12 years ago stands true until date.If my team has a bad game, my entire week is ruined. And if my team has a brilliant game, it goes without saying that I’d have a brilliant week.

Football is directly responsible for my state of mind.But no matter how much ever I love my club, and no matter how many tears I shed – not to mention the very colourful language I use during a game – I’ll always have that question mark on my loyalty. Speaking from experience, and I’m sure most girls’ experience, it doesn’t take long for a guy to point fingers and spew venom.

It’s really sad some of things women are told by various people, just because they love a sport.

“You’re fat and that jersey looks ugly on you.”

So if I’m not “sexy” or “hot”, I’m not supposed to wear my team’s jersey? Is that what all female football fans are perceived as? Sex symbols?

Just recently, I received a not-so-comforting tweet – “You’re a girl. What do you understand about football? Go make me a sandwich, *****!”

I laughed it off then, but somewhere inside it stung.Why can’t I have a place for myself in those hundreds and thousands of football fans?Do I need to prove my knowledge and love for the game at every single step?

A Nike campaign comes to mind at this juncture. Sometime during 2010, they released a new video – “Paving The Way” – which had young boys thanking the men’s national team for inspiring them, and surprisingly, it didn’t feature a single girl. The advertisement was subject to some criticism for the same, but the male community was quiet at large.

Just because I am a woman and I live in India, doesn’t mean my place is in the kitchen or inside the four walls of the house. We’re independent and strong women, and if we love a sport, as much as men can ever think of doing (or even more), it’s high time that they made space for us in their world.

We may be emotional goats, but we’re loyal football fans; and at the end of the day, that is exactly what matters.

Note: This article was originally published in the March print edition of 90 Minutes, which is India’s only football magazine.

If I were a kid, I’d love to play with Simba!

Spread over an area of 5000sq ft, the Simba Store at Oberoi mall is designed to showcase the range of safe and high quality products for kids of all age group

The Simba Store offers an international shopping experience, best quality & safe products from more than 80 brands and 6000+ SKUs from Simba group, aggressive pricing and around the year activity calendar for kids.

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The toy industry in India is growing rapidly (let’s not even take into account the number of children who don’t get to play with toys!) and Germany based Simba Toys is India’s fastest growing retail brand portfolio in the toys and games domain. It has a range of over 80 brands and 3000+ SKUs available in the Indian market.

Last Monday, 25th February, The Simba Store celebrated the launch of their fifth toy store in India at Korum Mall, Thane.

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The grand jamboree offered an array of entertainment elements for kids and families like magic show, performance by jugglers and clowns, games and live music. The celebrations which ran for the whole week saw kids being participating in competitions like drawing, table tennis and SQUAP. The winners of these competitions were awarded gifts and certificates.

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Spread over an area of 1000 sq ft, the store is an ultimate treat for the entire family offering a wide range of toys to choose from. These include the exclusive licensed products of Avengers, Hello Kitty, Disney Princess, Cars 2, Spider-man, Spongebob Squarepants among others.

Toys at Simba Shop are priced from Rs 39 to Rs 70,000 and will cater to every segment of the society. Simba stores works with a clear mandate: maintain safety and therefore all toys are compliant with German regulations which are the most stringent in the world.

How I wish I could become a child again!

The Chicken Story

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1 chikan
2 chikan
3 chikan
Pak pak pak.

And the list goes on.

I stood there, not knowing what to do and I counted chickens. I’ve sat on the edge of a valley and counted stars, but yet, that day I counted chickens.

Why? I don’t know. Maybe I like how they look. Yellow, cute and soft. I don’t really like how they smell though. They also remind me about why I stopped eating non veg in the first place.

I’ve always wanted to have chickens as pets. But I guess the white mouse was enough for my mom to handle.

Why am I writing this?

Good question. I have no clue.

Did I expect something extravagant out of life? I don’t think so.

Did I fuck up things for myself and others? More than once.

Did I count my chickens before they hatched? I guess I did.

And I’ll keep counting them, without knowing what I’m doing or where I’m going.

1 chikan
2 chikan
3 chikan
Pak pak pak.

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You’re lying to me
He’s lying to me
Everyone’s pretending
As if I can’t see.

It’s happened before
Doesn’t mean it won’t happen again.
It’s all the same shit
Again and again and again.

Why the pretence?
Why the lies?
Why the whole charade?
Why hide?

You wanted someone to comfort you
He wanted the same.
I was just a part that linked you two
In this whole bloody game.

You’re doing exactly what a certain someone did,
Years ago, that is.
He couldn’t muster the courage to tell me what was wrong,
And now, neither can you, sis.

You stood by me
While he treated me like shit,
Told me it wasn’t right;
And now you’re with him,
Weird, isn’t this?

I wish you’d tell me what happened,
Guess I am not that important.

So stay happy, you two
I’m out of your hair,
You can say “Phew!”

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Love. Lies. Misery.

Living a lie.

Ashes

You burned me
And let me fall
Pretending
That was all fine
And I was the one screwed up in the head
And everything you said
Was right and true
And everything I did
Was just a pretense
And just another one of the games people play.

You let it end
You let it burn
You let the ashes fall
And fade away.

You never showed you cared
You never showed you loved
But maybe you never really cared
Maybe you never really loved.

I gave you your space
Gave you your life
And I wanted was to become a part of your life..
But you threw me away
Treated me like crap
And I was supposed to be your girlfriend, wasn’t I?

You asked me out
You fell for me
You kissed me
And told me it’ll work out all right.
Whatever happened to that?
Was this your definition of ‘alright’ ?

You hurt me
Beyond my wildest imagination
You let me down
And you made me realise….
Maybe, I’m just not the one worth it.

So here I am
One final time
Thanking you for all that you did
The time you spent
The memories I have
I thought you were my life,
I was just living a lie,
You let it all burn
And fall to the ground.

Was it me? Or was it her?

 

I saw a reflection in your eyes,

One that made them shine,

And made you look happy.

 

You looked peaceful and at ease,

Far away from troubles,

All your problems deceased.

 

As I walked towards you with a smile,

And held out my hand,

I found you looking over my shoulder.

 

I turned around and saw her.

I turned back towards you,

And saw the reflection in your eyes.

 

It was her. Not me.

The Girl’s Guy

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Every girl wants a guy

Who can sweep her off her feet.

Someone who knows how she feels

When she’s all quiet and dreamy.

 

Every girl wants a guy

Who can always be there for her.

Someone who’ll understand her

And comfort her.

 

Every girl wants a guy

Who can make her smile.

Someone who can say all the right things

And go that extra mile.

 

Every girl wants a guy

Who can guide her.

Someone who’ll make the right decisions

And be strong.

 

Every girl wants that guy

Who’ll love her forever.

Someone who will make her feel special

Without saying a word.

 

You are that guy in my life,

Only you don’t know it as yet.

 

You’re the one who makes me feel perfect, despite all my flaws.

You’re the one who makes me feel wanted, in your own special way.

You’re the one who notices everything I do, even if you don’t make it obvious always.

 

And you’re the one I’m crazy about.

Even if you don’t know it, just yet.