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Tri-colour Flying High


My day began with an sms from Times Now saying, India wins first ever individual gold. Abhinav Bindra creates history at the Olympics. Catch the breaking news on TIMES NOW.

I don't think I've ever been so glad to recieve an sms from TIMES NOW.

I raced out of bed and switched on the TV and kept flipping from channel to channel to catch glimpses of Abhinav Bindra.

As the opening day of the Olympics came closer and closer, I got more and more excited. And I pretty much watched the Olympics opening ceremony with a heavy heart wishing I could be there.

But all of that aside, I kept hoping secretly that the Indian contingent would win a handful of medals and come back. And not just a solitary bronze. I even meant to post about it but I was busy with work type things, y'know?

I didn't voice my hopes though cause I pretty much knew that people would be violently disagreeing with me and pointing out what an optimistic person I am and how I need to wake up and see the reality.

But with all the joy, I only wish that the gold had gone to somebody who had trained and everything in India, that would have been a true victory. Not that I have anything against the fact that Abhinav Bindra trained abroad. I understand that the facilities available abroad are way better and that the coaching there maybe better as well.

But I still would have celebrated more if he had done well on his own steam, on the facilities available in India, that he had risen to the top without having to rely on outside support.

I also wish that the Indian contingent picks up some more medals, it'a only been around 3 days since the Olympics began and there's still loads of time and loads of disciplines to win in. And I won't even mind if they're bronze.

Also, I can' t help but agree with Dr M.S Gill when he says, "It's better than the T20 win." We spend so much on cricket, in times of money, energy, support and facilities, it should be more of a surprise that we lose as often we do. This was totally unexpected and more important and path-breaking to win in an alternative sport.

28 years later. Hallelujah!!




Comments

homecooked said…
Wow...lovely post! I was pretty excited about the gold too :) I hope India wins loads....and its such great news right before Independence Day :)
Xorkes said…
yip yip 3 in total.. n still counting as the ibn displays

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