The Olympic Redemption?

So, big day for India today. 2 medals in Olympics(1 bronze and another ensured medal), alongwith the win against Sri Lanka in cricket. The media went berserk(afterall, they got some 'real' news to broadcast after quite a wait), which was totally welcome(for a change!). As opposed to Abhinav Bindra, the guy who got us the FIRST individual gold in the country's history at the Olympics, the guys who did us proud today(Sushil Kumar and Vijayendar Singh) come from a very humble(to put it mildly) background. And the sad-but-true thing is, all these 3 wins have come along after eons of waiting. In fact, the medals won for shooting and boxing are the first ever for the country, while the medal in wrestling came along after a painful 56 years. This primarily is the reason for country's elation, rather, euphoria. All these years we kept on complaining, cursing the system, casting doubts on the players' efforts, et al.. and kept coming up with theories explaining the below par performance of India at the games, despite its having a potential 1 billion sportspersons. A lot has been said and done in the past, but finally, maybe the country has embarked on a journey that will only bring fruitful results in the future.
Here's wishing luck.. to us all.
These 3 guys have made the country proud, paved way for and encouraged the other promising young men and women to do their bit in the coming years, and well, truly deserve all the attention, all the crores of rupees of awards(also the promotion!) and the larger than life treatment. Big thank you to all the 3 of you!
Take a bow, guys!

Funny, really..

It's funny how much I can want to hold on to a pain, that given the choice,most others wouldn't even contemplate deliberating enduring for a minute longer. I want to feel that pain, not just to break the monotony of my sad little life, but also to remind myself for as long as I can, that humans are not divine. That they should not be raised to the status of Gods,and not be believed and trusted in with all your heart. For, in doing so, you only endanger yourself getting seriously hurt and embittered.
It's funny how I end up giving more importance to people and things that never were, and never will be, real. Virtuality has almost completely and very credibly replaced the reality around me. So much so that, every little thing that existed in my virtual world, even if ages ago, continues to pain me even now; while the cruelties of everyday real life, well, I can forget in an instant.
It's funny how I convince myself everyday that the past is to be forgotten and forgiven, but still I make sure there is atleast one single thread attached to my past; just so I can take myself back whenever I want.
It's funny how I laugh and cry at the same time. How I put up that winsome smile everytime my heart starts to bleed, how I join some crowd when my need to be alone gets overwhelming, and how I crave loneliness when with people, but search franctically for someone when all alone.
It's funny how I've become another face in the crowd, in my quest of achieving that ultimate recongnition. The more I try and create my mark, the more obscure my existence becomes.
It's funny how I had nothing to write about tonight when I started, but now I can't stop typing.
Funny, really..

When insomnia creeps in..

What do you do when you don't want time to fly as fast as it does? You don't sleep. Or atleast, 'I' don't sleep. Yeah, I've suddenly discovered this very effective way of delaying the dawn of a new day..stay up all night. I mean, that's almost 7 extra hours to each day..whole lotta time to ponder over life's cruelties, no?
Anyway, it's not really recommended if you need to stay sane through the day though. Otherwise, you'll be practically a zombie, a very hungry zombie. The hungry part is really true.. The way I eat when am up all night.. man, it's scary as hell. And funny. If you can, try picturizing a very much awake young girl(who's been up all night), reading the newspaper peacefully in the living room till her mom gets up at 7..and on finally spotting her mom, cries-'Mom, breakfast!' lol
But it's happened, it's very much true. And it makes for a good blogging material. Ah, it's 5 now.. good morning!

Whatta scare!

Hehe.. okay, it ain't as bad as it sounds, but I just had a good scare some 15 mins back. Right around 3:00(am), as I was wondering what to blog about next, I heard a scream from somewhere nearby. And some bikes screeching some 5 mins later. Now, my parents are sleeping upstairs, and I'm all alone on the ground floor.. with my extra strong imagination. So, a scare is what i got. But, but,but. As it turned out 10 mins after it all started(after my parents joined me in peeping through the window), some guy had tried to break in the house right next to ours, had fled when the owners woke up in time, but was caught almost immediately.
Awesome :D
I mean, I'd even changed into my pajamas from my wrap around(just in case I needed to run :D ), was wondering who to call first in case of some emergency and all.. but well, the story ended in 10 mins flat. Some anti-climax, this. Guess am glad it was the neighbour's house, though!

Random Ramblings

Ah..feels good to be back on the blogger circuit after a long hiatus. It's difficult to write you know, if you get the blogger's block. Anyway, I'm back, and that's what matters.
So, I'm home after almost a whole year, although for only a few more days(alas!)
It's surprising how used to I've gotten of staying away from family in all these years..so much so that, being with them now makes me claustrophobic. Yeah, that's exactly how it feels, being with around those 8-10 people, who ironically, matter the most to me. Festivals are a time that I dread, nowadays. It spells doom both ways- if I'm celebrating with family, it makes me feel suffocated. If without them, I crave their company. Weird, but then life always is so.
I wonder if 8 years away from home(starting at a young age), has taken its toll on my sanity you know.. I want home and hearth, but I don't really want it. Argh!