Ideology through Society, Culture, Family and Sports

I start off with an apology to all Royal Challengers supporters, if any of my comments have offended you. But trust me, I don't really feel the need for one, since I know I can never be the one who would stamp on a loser when he is down (I always only speak ahead), nor would I have been the one who initiates a debate (but will anytime be willing to give back what I get). This time it was no different, I was completely prompted and my emotional attachment to the game was exploited, I have only myself to blame, anyway - No complaints. While watching the Challengers' chase yesterday, I suddenly realized that I am failing to admire the greatness of a team for the simple reason that I am against its supporters (of course, they are against me as well). From the audacity of young Pandey, to the elegance of Rahul Dravid, to the incredible determination of Anil Kumble and that incomparable team ethic, I just have not been able to enjoy anything since I was looking forward for them to lo...

Last night I had (carelessly and foolishly too) parked my bike on a slope and was happily munching my dinner. I suddenly heard a rollicking sound and was shocked when I turned around to see my bike lying down helplessly. How I felt afterwards made me realize how much I love my bike. The heart became heavy and the eyes became moist (remember, I hate to exaggerate), the feeling can be mapped to the one that a mother gets when her kid trips and falls down to get hurt or the one you get when your loving pet gets bruised by a speeding car. I forgot that I was in the middle of my dinner, without even wiping off my hands, I lifted my bike, made her stand upright, checked everything from the lights to the brakes to the kicker and confirmed all is fine and then resumed my dinner - half-heartedly though - with my thoughts fully inclined on my bike. That made me understand what my bike means to me - one who never once betrayed me right through the 63000 Kms she has been with me (My br...