Posts from the sports category.
First off, I’m deeply grateful to my parents and good fortune for being born healthy, there is zero credit to me for that. I see it as my duty to remind myself—and the people I care about—to stay fit and happy. I say “I take zero credit for being born healthy, but I’m 100% responsible if I die unfit”I’m not a certified trainer or dietitian yet, but after 30 years of lifting dumbbells, jumping rope...
Every football match ends with a scoreline. Life rarely does. We remember the trophy, the missed penalty, the winning goal, but the conversations that never happened, the sacrifices made quietly at home, and the fears carried long after the stadium empties never find their way onto the scoreboard. That is the territory Devendra Garware chooses to explore in Shadows & Goals. Football gives the stor...
i have an answer to the boring pile of glamorous shit that is the Monaco F1 race. as everyone knows the order in which you qualify is the order in which you finish. give or take a couple of crashes. so its against the spirit of racing as much a spirit as it is.instead of having the race on sunday - it should be a bunch of qualifying sessions. lets say 3 quali sessions. 15 mins each with 10 mins in...
Money. It can buy you a race car and a spot at one of the most prestigious races. But you don’t got talent biatch.
I now get the reverence that this marque commands. These shapes, their sounds and their results are very seductive.
There is something revealing about the way adults protect certain rituals. Not because those rituals are important to the world, but because they quietly become important to who they are.Every Sunday morning across Indian cities, cricket grounds fill with people who have already lost the practical argument. They are no longer chasing selection, contracts, or recognition. Many have demanding career...
There’s a moment just before a race begins — those few seconds when everything goes quiet, even inside your own head. I found myself thinking about that silence more than the speed while reading Lights Out, Minds On by Priyanka Awasthi. Not the roar. Not the glamour. Just that fragile, almost invisible space where everything can either come together… or fall apart.That’s where this book lives.At f...
There’s a particular kind of strength that doesn’t shout. It sits quietly in the soil, in routine, in repetition—like a body learning to fall and rise on the same patch of earth every single day. That’s the feeling that stayed with me while reading Enter the Dangal: Travels through India's Wrestling Landscape by Rudraneil Sengupta. Not excitement. Not adrenaline. Something deeper. Something older....
Some victories are measured in seconds. Some in millimetres. And some… in the quiet, invisible battles no one ever sees.Reading A Shot at History: My Obsessive Journey to Olympic Gold and Beyond by Abhinav Bindra felt less like revisiting a celebrated moment in Indian sport and more like stepping inside a mind that refused to settle for anything less than absolute precision. Not perfection as an i...
