Slinging scribbles

Well,  I lost a badminton match in the college tournament between the juniors and the seniors. It was a bad defeat, but then, all defeats are supposed to be bad. I was supposed to win as the number one seed from the seniors but losing was all I could afford.  It shouldn't be as depressing obviously. 'Shit happens', they say. 'Losing is a part and parcel that the game brings. He won only because you lost. Its only a game', and so it follows. But, this is certainly not the first time I have been confronted with this problem. Every time, its the loss that drives me crazy and if i remember distinctly, my childhood sets up a pretty good example of how sore a loser can be. Why is it so hard for me to lose? Or is it just the same for everybody? Perhaps, its peculiar to me for I have been more often than not, on a golden spot. It simply means, even when, we as a team have screwed up, I have performed well so there have been very few and far-off chances of me sharing th...

  It’s a prayer; an order if thou feel so, You are the only thing that me considers mine, After all the refuted chances, That passed away like they weren’t mine. Honest I was, if that’s what thou ask my conscience, Passionate I was, if that what you need to know, Obsessed and simple I was… If that’s what my flaw was. ‘O Love’, I shall call thee names, ‘O Love’, you betrayed me and had fun on my name, ‘O Love’, laugh, leave if that’s what is left of my name. Blame you, me knows its easy, Isnt it the same for you? I dare ‘propose’, Could you not look after me? You are cruel; shall I not ask you? Do you not mock at my helplessness? Photo courtesy: Rosanna Abrachan   The need makes me weak, Limbs move at a snail’s speed Ask me, I shout silently Feel, touch, caress, a cry faints while delivering the inner voice Are you pretentious or am I to blame? Am I asking too much or it isn’t worthy of this fame? A heart remains unsati...