- Avinash Agarwal
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
“Ask and you shall receive. Knock and it shall be opened. Have faith, and you can move mountains.”- The Holy Bible
“When you Believe, the whole universe conspires to fulfill your heart’s desire.” –Paulo Coelho
Know that everything you wish for will come true.
There is nothing in the world that can come in Your way. Except You…
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Don’t you feel like bursting with happiness when your family gives you a surprise on your birthday and you open that wrapping paper on the gift not knowing what to expect? Come to think of it, would you really like to know all of this before it happened?
The most beautiful part of life is that it never comes back. It is short, it is unexpected and it is unpredictable.
Stop wishing you could live forever.
Stop wishing you could turn back time and live ‘that day’ once more.
The present is a Gift. Enjoy it. It lasts only for a moment. And it’s never coming back.
Take risks, push yourself harder, and make every moment bigger than it is.
Most of all, have the courage to dream about the Impossible, knowing that if you can think it could happen, you can also make it happen.I remember this amazing quote from an Adidas Advertisement-
“Poison,” Coach called it. “It’s Lactic Acid that brings the pain. It causes the burning sensation in your muscles during work out. But remember, that after the race, the pain and the acid’s long gone. It’s only your victory that still remains.”
Now, as I battled my demons, I could feel searing hot lactic acid spreading all through my blood. I didn’t know what it looked like, but I imagined it to be steaming hot and white. My insides burned. There were seconds to go, and every thought counted. A little more poison, I thought to myself, and a little more edge.
As different shades of blue crashed around me- dark blue when I looked down, light blue when my head was pointing straight ahead, and a flashing whitish-blue when I looked up to breathe, I saw I had raced one place ahead. I was fourth. And there were about sixty meters to go. More poison, I said to myself.
Sure enough, the poison inside became hotter, and I moved faster. Another one down, I thought, as I looked from the corner of my eye to move in to third place. About forty meters to go…
But everything has a price, isn’t it? The poison started taking me over, and I felt everything go white. Now I was no longer in control. I could still see the finish rope through the water, and I knew I was still in the game. Third, I told myself.
With a final rush, I felt a last dose of poison injected, and moving faster than I could ever remember, I sliced through what was left of the water and my hands touched marble. It was over!
I shot out of the water, breathless and panting uncontrollably. I could feel my heart pounding against the walls of my chest, bursting to come out of its prison. I was suddenly overwhelmed with noise as I realized I could hear again. There was tumultuous applause. I got out of the water, and amidst stopwatches, coaches ticking off printed sheets of paper, more applause, and the dejected, tired faces of the other swimmers, I felt the poison had paid off. I had won.
“Tell me something. Do you know why horses wear blinds?” he asked, coming in closer.
Puzzled, I shook my head, still panting hard.
I bent my head ashamedly. So he had seen it all. Twice I had wasted precious milliseconds when I looked at the other swimmers. I hadn’t really raced my race, had I?
Twenty minutes later, as I stood with my silver medal, I waved and smiled to the others. Then, I looked at the gold medal as it gleamed brightly on the winner’s chest beside me, and I said to myself, “Next time…it’s my poison. And it’s my race.”
The last lap of the pool meant more than the previous three put together. Every broken second counted. I had been practicing this part for weeks, for I knew that this was my one weakness. I could hear the voice of my coach bellowing over the slapping of the water against my head as I would swim on, lap after lap, late into the night, with only the blurry yellow lights inside the pool to guide me on.
“The last lap, the last lap!” he screamed furiously, every time my head burst out through the surface of the water, to steal a breath and then plunge in again. I was tiring fast. It was almost over anyway. I could see past the remaining length of the pool to where my finishing point was. After three hours of swimming and workouts, the speed laps were the toughest to endure, every time. And this little bit, towards the end, still got tougher. Just half a length more, I would say to myself, my muscles willing to give away with pain any moment now. It would be over soon, though never to Coach’s satisfaction. But not today…Oh no, not today!
All I had done today before the race was stretching and ten minutes of warm ups. Yet, as I stood near the edge of the water, waiting for the shrill whistle to pierce through the hush of the hundreds gathered there, I was overcome by fatigue. Eight weeks of sweat and pain, three hours a day, and continuous abuses from Coach that felt like hot iron rods on my already-bruised ego.
It all went numb when the whistle sounded, and my body automatically responded. It was a machine now, knowing fully well what to do. I sliced through the surface of the still, chilly water with a smooth dive, and from then on, I only knew water. Water in front of my eyes blocking my sight, in my ears cutting out all sound, in my nose not allowing me to breathe, and all around me… It was the only world I knew now.
What had been still water less than a second ago was now pulsating with the energy of eight swimmers pushing against it fiercely, each competing only against one common foe-the water. It weighed down their muscles, slowed their pace, and most of all, sapped away the desire to win when fatigue hit them head-on. But that was the joy of it; being one with water, understanding its laws of buoyancy, and using them to advantage.
For me, this was home. One, two and three…the first three laps went by exactly as Coach and I had planned. I was quick, but controlled. As I finished third and rebounded against the wall for my fourth and last, I gambled a second to look beside me to see I was third. But that look had cost me dear. I was now fifth.
This being the last lap, I knew that like me, everyone else would be in top gear, for speed was priority. Speed was my strength, always, right from the beginning. But never in the last lap…
Heaven is sparkling white, sometimes tinted with a little yellow reflected by the sun. But heaven is a good place. There is peace.
At night, sometimes, when there is a full moon above, it appears much closer than it actually is. So big, that it seems like a silver orb perched on top of the highest tree. You could almost touch it, some day. The moon likes to hide behind large, snowy white clouds sometimes. And when creatures of the night come out in the open darkness in full splendor, the moon comes out again. Seeing the shy night creatures scamper for shade, the moon laughs at the little trick. It works every time!
A river flows quietly at the edge of the clearing. The river has water. And the water gurgles and bubbles all along the way. Sometimes, it makes splashing sounds. Sometimes, it makes slapping sounds. But apart from that, the river usually stays very quiet.
Heaven is sparkling white, sometimes tinted with a little yellow reflected by the sun. But heaven is a good place.
There is peace…
- Avinash Agarwal
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
It’s a land that has been ‘poised’ for the leap for decades now; it’s been ‘developing’ for years now; it’s been liberalized, privatized, globalized and in every way, thoroughly sanitized. Yet the streets of its financial capital, Mumbai, are choked with the stench of overflowing gutters, heaps of garbage, and sometimes, the remains of immobile ‘citizens’ themselves.
But I can’t.
I can’t leave
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