Realm of Thoughts

The following is a page from the diary of Prerna Jindal, India’s leading athlete who had won several Olympic medals for the country by the age of 20. She faced her first loss ever in a 400 meters hurdle event on June 18, 2019 during the Apex International Sports meet. July 22, 2020 Dear Diary, Coach Naidu used to say “You win only when you believe that you can win.” I wish he was alive today to rebuild my belief in myself. I have lost everything I had: my will to win, my belief in myself and my happiness. When I was very young, Mummy used to say “There’s nothing in this world that you can do which can change my love for you. I love you, and I will always love you!” I still remember the time when I won my first athletics gold medal in school; mummy smiled at me and hugged me, but she didn’t say a single word of appreciation. After every medal that I won at the Asian Games, Olympics and the Apex Games, while the world applauded at me, mummy just held my hand and smiled wit

O ne day- a day of my life, like any other day, but a day that holds in it, the essence of life itself. This pleasant morning, as the birds sang sweetly outside the window, I woke up with a smile on my face, with feelings of hope and visions of light pouring through the simple curve that my lips make together. I was all alone in my home, with the brightness of enthusiasm in my eyes, and the confidence of an angel in my mind. The regular yet ‘as freshening as always’ bath was followed by the socially compulsory and personally preferred dressing-up, in the usual black suit. As I put on the coat, the mesmerizing fragrance and divine beauty of the red rose that stood firmly and confidently in my front pocket, close to my heart, caught my attention and created a spellbinding euphoric aura. I stepped out of the house, with the bright sun shining over my head, the fresh morning- air touching my bare hands and cheeks and thereby creating a sensation of extreme freshness, and the view of an

The human mind is a very powerful organ. I believe that everything a man thinks about in his life might not be real, correct or practical, but is definitely necessary to think about at that moment. And that is how life keeps going. One man’s reality might be other man’s illusion, but there is one common reality, and which I have just learned about. I am Manuj and this is my story. As a child, I was definitely not one of the brightest ones, but I definitely was different, or rather indifferent, or rather mostly confused. Being brought up in a city has its own advantages and disadvantages, and I had been a victim of both the kinds. But being brought up by a loving family definitely cuts it off from the negative side. My parents always took great care of me, the single child, and tried to instill in me all the qualities a good human being must have, and were definitely successful to a large extent. But the real world is a great teacher, and though, to me the real world only meant my