Sir Don Bradman

Now shadows grow longer, and there's so much more yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
And I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground
He was more than just a batsman, he's something like a tide
More than just one man, he was half the bloody side
Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide
In the palm of his hands; in the palm of his hands

That’s Bradman’s song. Sir Don Bradman…. Was reading anecdotes about him and was reading a few memories from all corners of the world. Few gave me goose bumps and few made me feel human. Wonder why we can never produce a sport star like that. With records to prove his brilliance and no words necessary to describe them. We have many greats, be it cricket or be it other sports, but none have the consistency of this wonderful man and it makes me really sad, that a country the size of India and having a population that only seems to multiply by the day, that we do not have people who bring the name of the country onto the map, with the consistency of breath in life.

Anyways, tribute to a great batsman sport has ever seen!

Random Thoughts - Inside Me

Sometimes, it happens that one’s best is just not enough. That is when you are hit with a wave of nausea and panic. All of a sudden, you want life to be organized and disciplined. You want to make the most of the opportunity because you suddenly realize that you are just drifting and that you need to be focused. Sometimes, you hopelessly fall into a pit of depression and self-pity or it could be hatred for self and that many cannot understand what is wrong and why all of a sudden one has this leaden weight in their heart and conscience.

A lot of times, we give in to our whims, only to realise that it was not a best choice. As humans, we err and we make mistakes. Learning from them is important. But then, there is this piece of conscience that keeps popping up. One can forgive anyone and everyone, but not one self. True, one cannot forgive oneself. But then, the question is that, is the blame worth it or no? Life, by all means can never be easy, especially for people who regard themselves with the highest virtues possible. But then, snap out of it, because that is life. One can’t expect it be perfect nor can one make it perfect. With the misconceptions that wear away everyday, since life teaches a lesson every day, one can only learn to hold on the sail because it is one’s own choice, to mount that sail.

Not everyday can one feel like a piece of dirt rag, but then, when it happens, one need not to worry, because like all phases, that too will pass. A great leveller that time is, nothing can heal the scars as much as time does. And a great leveller that life is, a circle that gets complete with positives and negatives balanced.

Torch, I hold for the path in front,
Storm and worm, shall not wither.

Inside me, a flame, burning and glaring,
Tether the roads of glory and story.