I am not sport…

All this while I used to think otherwise. I realised this very recently – in fact just yesterday.
I lost a table tennis match. Didn’t take it too well.
Well I know I’m not the best at this game but I do play a decent game and getting out in the first round of a knock-out just did that – knocked me out! Well I fretted and fumed after the game and was grumpy… for a while.
You see I just hate to lose. Well that does not mean that I never lose or I don’t play with strong competition. I like that. But you know I HATE to lose. Who doesn’t like to win now?
I resorted to retail therapy and my mood changed.
Upon reflection, this realisation hit me that I am not a good sport and maybe I should change that, take defeat positively.
All the same, that’s not gonna stop me from wanting to win every game I play (I boast “I play to win!”).
Can I call myself a good sport now?
PS: I didnt mean to be away for so long... just could not think of anything to write...

One meal is what I need…

The signals are abound by beggars and vendors and it is now such commonplace that nobody now pays heed to them I think. I was on my way back home from office. The traffic light had just turned red and there was already a long queue of vehicles that could not make the green light. So it was more or less known that the bus may not make the next green light either. We had just started from office, the bus, by virtue of being parked not in shade had heated up and most of us were still cursing the heat around. I just happened to look out and what I saw moved me to say the least.

There was this lady, a youngish girl rather who was with her child, sitting comfortably(?) on the road divider. The child (I doubt if he was even 8-10 months old) was sitting across his mother and looking at her expectantly. Suddenly I noticed that she had this foil takeaway package of food. There was no way of knowing if this food was fresh or not –probably something given to her as charity or somebody’s leftovers! She went ahead to pick up a morsel to feed her child. The child gestured that he would eat. He picked up a small morsel of food, put it in his mouth. His face lit up and he moved his head in a manner to convey his appreciation of food – something he really liked the taste of. At this, tears welled up in his mothers eyes and her expressions brightened. She could not contain the happiness of having fed her child for that day at least. She looked up to see if anybody was watching and I turned around lest she feel embarrassed.
I will never forget one of the happiest smiles I saw…