LIFE, as it were

Man, in general (feminists excuse), deserves to be exhorbitantly credited for two inventions which changed the way we live. He defined life and brought meaning to Happiness when he invented the wheel and the ball. Wheels and Balls have captured human imagination since a very long time; puns unintended of course. Now these were just two geometrical entities- a circle, and a sphere. But these elementary articles have come to personify man himself.
Ask any man who’s not about to jump off a 100 foot high ledge, and he will lend credibility to the above. To put it in numbers, there are zero men in this world who dislike a ball-game or their wheels. In face, we are crazy about it. It is essentially the source of all our madness. To kill the biggest lie ever sold, girls come next to these two in a man’s life. Its true.
So much has been said about bikes and cars before me. But until i read “Shantaram”, i never believed anyone had ever stated what i have been babbling my whole life. Gregory David Roberts earned my respect the moment he put his pen down to write my words- “If ever you have ridden a bike, you will know that you can tell everything about a man by the way he rides his bike”. That is the ultimate truth and i stand a living example to it. It may just be the ONLY way you’ll ever truly know a man- by observing how he treats his wheels. You can say what kind of judgment he makes, what kind of forethought he has, his nature, his presence of mind, his character, his mood, and how much he’s willing to risk, how far he’s willing to go, and how easily he’s willing to throw his life, just to travel from point A to point B.
It must be said that football, the king of all ball-games, and to do justice, the king of all sport, is rightly called the beautiful game; and for good measure. The world loves football. Its undeniable.
On the field or off it, or on the couch or in the pubs, or in the stands where real divinity is experienced, the world loves to watch, appreciate, talk about, glorify and most of all, play the game. Its the only real answer to everything. It equals exercise to meditation. When u sweat it out on the field, more emotion comes out of you than SRK doing a 25-second crying scene. You actually feel relaxed and liberated after a game.

With that said, you will probably now understand the true value of playing after college. After a long hard days work of exasperated bunking, you retire to the field with the ball. Its more a duty than play. You need to settle your dues and just go empty yourself. In the long summer days of the Bangalore sun, sweat drips like blood coming off an open wound. And at long last, when its all over you f satisfied. You feel right. And most of all, you feel high. What proceeds afterward is even enthralling. The ride home. You kick the engine to life and bid adieu to fellow men, and then it begins. Wind or not, traffic or not, nothing matters when u go at 80 on a busy road. The wind rushes to kiss your face and evaporates the sweaty head to such an extent u feels like you’re suddenly thrown into a refrigerator. You are immediately aware of a drop of liquid on your face which is not sweat. It avalanches into a light drizzle upon your tired face. In that moment of glory, and in that passing second of freedom, you rise to acknowledge the beauty that is life. You stand with arms wide open and smile like a madman on cheap liquor. You recognize that the rain must all be an act of God. Because, u reason, its just His way of acknowledging your appreciation of His Creation. You rise, standing on a bike which now rides on its own, and you stand to raise a toast to Him and say “Touché, Old Man, Touché!”

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