AROMA of My MEMOIRS

"Kohli could have taken us to the finals. He was a great player but proved to be useless in the chief countdown. Our expectation was tossed faraway."I used to curse my favourite cricketer thoughtfully back then. After some days the same individual performed too well in IPL. Gradually my negative motive towards him faded and lastly drifted to positivity.

You may be getting quizzical and wondering my reclamation about the perished affair. Yep, I was recalling the matter and suddenly a thought erupted inwardly. I was saddened after my SSE result were brought to light. I couldn't manage to make it upto the mark. Parents' expectations were justified as per my erstwhile testimony. They claim to be cheerful but failed to hide their internal melancholy. Two unattractive digits were encrypted in my butts. I was the only fellow left sustaining believability in me. Casually my capability was left alone with no admirer. Eventually my sparks were extinguished.

But today when I insanely relate myself with Virat, I felt nice. The man had endure numerous harsh remarks throughout the country which itself is zillionth times worst than mine. The expectations' of the massive fellow citizens upon him is unordinary and so the heaped abuses against him was rationalize. Despite the vigorous grief did he fallen between the cracks? Evidently not. He rebounded aftermath and reaffirmed his magnitude.

Life is unfair. Failure itself teach us to taste the sweetness of accomplishment. The meager and rare personalities who boomeranged after every failure is whom we termed as ideal specimen. Our faithful omnipotent had bestowed everyone of us with such latency. Actually there is at least one great thing about every single individual. We have to just realise it and get our ass in gear. So now I am eager to cheer for a new century by Virat, are you ?