Mymusings

With the dazzle of Olympics slowly dimming away, I have finally found time to pen down my feelings. It was really a proud moment for me. Well, 7th August when Neeraj Chopra was throwing the javelin, I was sitting with my phone on one hand and my other fingers were literally crossed expressing so much of my anxiety as if I was playing the final games. Interestingly, Olympics worked like a strong magnet for me which stole away my online class breaks where I would be found busy checking the online dedicated blogs for the games.  I believe that this Olympics has cast a magical spell on me that has made me lose my mind in the charms of sports. I really laugh that the couch potato who not even likes moving a bit (being a bit hyperbolic here) has a feeling that sports run in her veins. This makes me somewhere admit that sports can be too addicting where people really vandalize stadiums and pass hate messages for some ethnical groups if their team loses. Sports can give an ordinary person ...

The confined death bed played the reel of my life. Alas! the whole picture seems like a never-ending marathon chasing my ambitions and garnering my reputation. The memories give a pang of bitterness to my weakening heart and here I am left to ponder and debate on the path I trod.  They said to earn degrees, purchase villas, and ride on nothing less than a Lamborgini. I designed my plans listening to their advice but turned a deaf ear to my soul. I played the role of Icarus leaping at the Sun but the waxwings of avarice melted and I fell on the grave of my dreams. They doted me, attracted by the essence of my wealth, sucked all my resources, and buzzed all sugar-coated words. Who were they? A mere trifle group of humans who never cared for me! But now I feel like a dead bird slowly being eaten up by his boorishness in believing those who never show up their head in his sufferings. The mansion might be a materialistic bliss, but what use of such grandiose flats when I don't have anyo...