Remember Yogeshwar Dutt? Olympics Bronze Medal winning Wrestler.Remember Maria Irudayam? Two times World Carrom Champion. Remember Sarita devi? A tarnished memory of a weeping boxer handing away the Bronze Medal presented to her, condemning the foulplay by the judges of the Asian Games'14 comes to mind, else we would have forgotten her too. All the above mentioned sportspersons were celebrated when they bagged their awards but not after the stipulated time meant for rejoicing over the victory. Every Olympics we look forward to find our country in the medal tally with atleast one Gold medal. Every Commonwealth and Asian Games pass as if we have accomplished something great as we find ourselves in a better place among our counterparts. Even the scams associated with sports remain in our memory but not the great accomplishments by our sports personalities.It may not be mandatory for a common man to follow a game which doesnot fit his taste or interest but its absolutely necesssary for any Nation to encourage every sport equally. 1389 Crore Rupees have been allocated for Sports in the National budget of 2015-16 which is almost equivalent to the revenue collected by IPL 2015 alone. Have we ever thought of considering a sport as a sport whatever it may be? When Sharapova claimed that she doesn't know Sachin Tendulkar, it is of national shame but not when we forget our National game. When our men in blue were out of the World cup, we trended showing them our support but not when our Football team lost its world cup Qualifier, provided the meagre financial and emotional support they receive from the Nation. It took us one Rathore to enlighten us that there exists a sport called Rifle Shooting; one Sania to make us understand that there is Tennis for women; one Saina to let us understand Badminton; One Anand to show that indoor games can also be empowering....May be atleast one Government to encourage and explore all the Sports and sing for all the unsung heroes.
One of the best books I have read is “My Father Baliah.” Baliah’s son narrates how his father raised his family through education. It is a simple book on the legacy of a father and the ordinary things our parents do that shape our lives and the people we become. I remember reading the last chapter of the book on my Kindle while on a train. The book ends with Baliah being taken to the grave, and I cried thinking about my mom. I thought to myself that someday I should write a book titled “My Mother Tamilselvi.” The thoughts reappeared when I was cooking kesari on my mom’s birthday. That is the only dish she would consistently prepare for all our birthdays. We used to tease her that she couldn't cook anything else, and she never bothered to prove us wrong. Though I may not be close to writing a book, I thought of writing down the thoughts running through my mind while stirring the kesari. People usually credit mothers for delicious meals, but to be honest, I do not remember any of he...
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