As I opened my eyes, there she was looking at me with her black eyes all shining up as there was something they wanted to convey to me. Her hair were open and flowing in a beautiful fall. She wore no make-up but there was a scent in her, the way she looked seemed as if those black shining rocks are trying to potray a story to me. The way she hold me, there was a certain something she said. She wanted to say "I care". She never said anything neither wore any smell but there was an aroma that always pulled me towards her. I felt the way John Baptiste Grenouille might have felt the non-sinful smell rising and titillating his nostrils. There is always has been something about the scent a woman carries that has fascinated man for centuries. Al Pacino refers to them in a description that shows how beautiful can woman be portrayed.
People think of a good perfume as a way of portraying their sense of seeing things all pleasant but there is a dark side to it too . Perfume acts as a mask for your acts, to cover up your sinful nature. It hides the basic human scent, it disguises you and attracts people.There has always been a scent, an internal attraction that a woman carries in herself. She attracts men by that scent that our brain reads so wonderfully and the scent Baptiste tried to catch and make permanent, there by holding the key to enslaving the world. The sweet smell with ingredients of care, love with a hint of lust in it. You can put all the countless scents available on a body but that sweet smell that a woman has from inside her makes people wonder. People generally say it was he who created woman(he refers to god) but I might say that even He cannot have solved the beautiful mystery of that scent and there is a more probability that she created men ,the scentless and senseless apprentice to wonder in life about the secret.
Men have such smell they always try to cover it up with the scent or rather if you see their nature is so disgusting and repulsive that they wear scents to mask it. If one cares to think of the best smell to have ever touch their senses, it has always signified purity, cleanliness of thoughts, and something so innocent that as a normal human we can never think of bearing the smell in ourselves. Think of the smell when the rain hits the parched earth, the smell is so sweet it makes one forget the worries and cruelty of the world for sometime. Even a small child always has a smell around him even though he is covered in his own poop sumtimes, but there is some smell that he radiates into your senses, smell of purity , innocence that makes you forget the worries of the world.
As I sat close to her, her lips touched mine and I felt that scent, the smell of purity and innocence in her, the smell that she cared. My idiotic superficial brain thought it must be the smell of some scent she is wearing but then I realized it was no scent it was the God's gift to her for being a woman.
Man has become so ruthless and brutal in his search for that scent he started acting like a mad dog digging up the ground sensing the bone. Woman have been tortured, slaved treated badly over centuries by man, who in his obsession for that scent of innocence and love has forgot that there is always a limit to everything. We men should always be thinking of preserving that innocence and purity rather than forcefully trying to make it ours. Its like nature, you can smell the roses, the lillies till they are attached to their roots but if you pluck them out the scent goes away. Men has been able to make their smell permanent but there are some things in life that cannot be captured and the smell of innocence, purity, godliness is one of them. Men can never capture that smell and if you try to make it yours forcefully the smell will go away in time. We will lose the finest of God's creation to our obsession. Try enslaving that scent of a woman all you want but it could never turn you into a person who can love and be loved.There is a scent in woman that makes you fall in love with her, that makes men seek happiness, comfort and trust in her, dont try to take it for granted in this world as there are some things you can never conquer in life. You can possess all the money, have control over death or life but there is a power stronger and fiercer than that- the power to love mankind that you can. Never try to make the leather of man smell good, it will not until you possess the perfume, the scent of love, the scent of a woman.
19th April 2009. Turf Moor. Celebrations all around. The whole arena raised by the ecstatic home fans. But its gloom and doom for the visitors. Because all hell has broken lose. Manchester United, the champions of England, have just been beaten by the minnows Burnley, who were playing their first top flight home game in 30 years. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t written in the script. United were supposed to pound Burnley into submission. A win for united was a given; in fact they were supposed to rout the opponents. Instead, they were left to rue missed opportunities and reflect on what had transpired. Burnley had reminded everyone just how competitive the league is and no-one in the league is untouchable. They scripted the perfect underdog story, prompting us to remember why we love this game in the first place. 
But it was disaster for the champions. Losing any match is a crisis in the halls of Old Trafford; losing a game to a team like Burnley is a full fledged disaster. What hurt everyone was not just the loss, but the manner in which we lost. Admittedly, the goal Burnley scored was one of the goals of the season, the kind of goal that you will expect to concede once in a 100 games. But it was United’s performance (or the lack of it) which was a real concern. The players just didn’t turn up. You would expect the players to run themselves in the ground after falling behind. But that didn’t happen. The players just didn’t fight for the win. The seemed to lack conviction and motivation; they gave an impression that they were not trying hard enough. As the game wore on, they tried to get back in the game but they looked so demoralized and diffident that no matter what they tried, they just couldn’t grab a goal. In recent seasons, United have been characterized by wastefulness in front of the goal. They create a lot of chances but more often than not lack the finishing touch . But they always win. They dig deep, grind their opposition down and manage to finish some of the chances they make. And when they were not playing well, they had a certain Portuguese winger who would get them out jail. But Ronaldo is gone and without him, the champions were just not able to break the opposition down.
And the knives came out. Ferguson has lost it, they said. You can’t lose Ronaldo and Tevez and expect to win games without making any big name replacements. Valencia is not good enough to replace Ronaldo. Owen is past his best and and is no longer capable of playing at the top level. Berbatov is lazy and doesn’t work hard enough to warrant a place in the starting 11. And Rooney alone can’t shoulder all the extra responsibilities in attack in the absence on Ronaldo and Tevez. The midfield has a lack of creativity and the defense is wobbly. Amidst all this turmoil came the weekend game against Wigan. Some were predicting a backlash to the Burnley loss, others were predicting a third consecutive nervy encounter.
Good footballers are capable of playing well when things are going well, produce moments of genius to win games . But when the going gets tough, the really great ones rise up to the occasion, grab the game from the scruff of its necks and turn it on it’s head. Roy Keane famously did it in Turin and Rooney was doing it against Wigan. 3 goals in the space of 8 minutes, two by Rooney and one from Berbatov, and all was good again. The smiles were back, the shoulders were raised again and the supremely confident United that everyone knows was back. 2 goals later, the rout was complete and everything was rosy again. The critics that were after United’s blood were praising them again for their pristine performance. All the strikers were back in the thick of the action, each of them scoring. The belief was back; there is life without Ronaldo after all. Berbatov was combining beautifully with Rooney, who was exceptional. He was at the centre of every attack and is fast becoming the heartbeat of this United team. He has been unleashed by SAF at the head of the United attack, and with his talent, work rate and commitment, it wouldn’t be a big surprise if he continues to bedazzle. It looks like he has stepped it up a notch to make up for Ronaldo’s loss and he is not finished. I firmly believe there is more to come from Rooney. United’s season depends on that and Rooney will not disappoint.
