The Relic of Euphoria


As I boarded off the subway, and headed through the alley onto the staircase, the breeze sunk me down and I was hit by that feeling again. The feeling that I have been dreading for the past one year, every enviable moment that reminds me of her. I came to despise myself that such an aberration to the beauty of the city of Delhi, has come to play such a significant part in the entirety of my ephemeral existence. I was clad with emotion and the sense of vulnerability swayed me over the edge. Regardless of how I felt, I continued to gaze across the ambiance that Connaught Place had to offer. It’s too delicate a situation, when your feet sit still, weighing you down as you walk, for every step that you take it a constant reminder of a past that no more recites itself with same fervor as it did at a point of time. Every place you see is a memory of her, and even though you desperately try to avoid the reality, it catches on. It’s hard to blame a place, for it just stands there whilst you look away and rage into a string of expletives which your mind desists. It still exudes its pleasant vibes which had once drawn you towards it, and comforted you well so as to become symbol of your love.

So, I kept walking around with a lot of random and awkward gazing. As I continued on my daredevilry, the paraphernalia of CP no more shackled me with nostalgia. Maybe it was just the weather, or the people or just the fact that amidst my stroll, I had forgotten about her or had let go of my objective strain to see the place as raunchiness of heartbreak and pain. The place which emasculated my very soul, suddenly seemed to enrich me with a feeling of rave bravado. I wondered whether the feeling that had been haunting me for the past year, wasn’t the feeling of misery and sadness, instead was a feeling of warmth and love that I had chosen to cloak in eternal sadness, for the face to that memory had become too much of a burden to bear. I had started to love this place, in fact I always did.

So, amongst the crowd I walked with my new found endearment for CP. For the new found wisdom was too captivating, a jovial me walked through the crowd with a new feeling. Now and then, I would feel the urge to go back, for maybe the feeling was too overwhelming that my wretched heart could absorb. But then I would force myself to carry on and loose myself in the moment and in the crowd like a faceless lovelorn creature who had somehow found a key to bypass the deceptive heart and its ways.   The feeling was her blessing, for she has made it special. She may not feature in the picture of my life anymore, but I knew one thing, the place which once stood as a relic to my love shall forever remain so. The feeling I had sensed at every minute with her by my side, had become a part of me. This feeling had beset a feeling of dismay at a point of time, when her betrayal clouded the love that I had found in her. But, when I finally gave in to the idea of fate, the cloud evaporated and the warmth returned.

I will return to that place again, and you shall see me with my strident steps, embracing the air like a carefree child. I will know no sense of fear, rather will blaze away in the sun with my candor and euphoria to live a life of love again.


Federer- an enigma of brilliance

This post is dedicated to one of the greatest players in any sporting history. I do not say this for the man has won 17 Grand Slams, nor do I say this for he remained the undefeated champion for the longest time; I call him great because he has class and he has the temperament of a good calm person who believes in the game, not the outcome.

It may be fair to say that he unites people in a way no one else does. You may be a big fan of Messi who glides away with the ball as he plays, you maybe a fan of tiger woods as he finds the right holes( Hell yeah, pun bloody intended), you might even drool over Suarez with his big teeth, looking out for a new prey to stick his teeth on, but Roger Federer is the only one who excites non followers to take up the game or atleast watch it. He is symbolic of not only excellence, but of sheer nobility and purity in stature and persona. Believe it or not, he makes people in the idea of good over evil, where everyone who plays against him is judged bad outright by the fans of the game, and there is no helping this notion, not in  the near future.

Is it right to lionize a person so much and place him at a pedestal so high, that it becomes a curse for him to falter. Well, i guess not. His fan following, like I stated, isn’t restricted to any narrow aspect such as the ranking and number of tournaments won. He exudes positivity and encourages people to embrace the ideals of life, for it has rich dividends. Example of this is his patience, which knows no bounds. You will never see him fretting and fuming in match and see, he is one of the best players ever. Even in today’s Wimbledon final, down 2-5 in the 4th set, he came back to win the set. Had he lacked the right temperament , and left everything to fate, I don’t think the guy with the hair bun playing at Wimbledon back in 2001, and going on to beat Pete Sampras, would have made it this far.

Few people are born with the talent is a weird notion that is vehemently believed in these days. Even if this was true, you still need to work hard to hone that talent. Persistence and hardwork are key to success. Roger Federer made it to his first Grand Slam Semi-final after appearing in 17 Grand Slams, while people like Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic achieved the same feat in about 6 Grand Slams. Yet, people don’t idolize him as much as they idolize Federer. He has seen much more, hence has learnt much more.

Federer in the near future may not continue to feature amongst the top, but he shall forever remain in our hearts. I say so because he is a wonderful human being, moreover,-

I am a fan of Tennis, and that guy knows how to play it.