LIFE OF AN ATHLETE

LIFE OF AN ATHLETE        

To compete is always a good thing, however, the result always depends on how the battle is fought & the rivalry is sought. Right from the childhood, we are forced to learn “DARWINISM”, i.e., survival of fittest. When a toddler wakes up in the morning & rises from his bed, he may listen to the gunshot fired besides his ear & the three words “get”,”set”,”go”. The race of his day starts, he runs & runs & runs…sometimes looking backwards to see his supporters cheering & waiting for the race to stop. But sadly, the wait never ends, neither for him, nor for his near & dear ones. The toddler keeps running & an evolved & a mature sprinter is born. He is worried about another gunshot, the gun which is pointed at him enforcing him to run for his life because he crowd in the gallery sympathizes with the runner-up but always emphasizes the victor who always makes an elusive place for himself, one apart from crowd rather than one in crowd. Competition demands perfection but in a smart way. The goals should be achievable & realistic. It’s never wrong to set an impossible & improbable one but one should be confident & cheerful enough to accept his defeat in a right spirit.

      “It’s fine if that hurdle is crossed,

  But if it’s not, that poor chap is engrossed.

  If he makes his way through this never

  ending race combating with sheer pace,

    He wins hearts, gains trust.

Otherwise, he faces irony of this life &

       reality corroded with rust.

   To stay on top, one struggles a lot.

          As on each & every track,

           there is only one BOLT…