Why Bolt is the best

“Believe in your dreams and that anything is possible”- Usain Bolt

Last week, it was curtains down for the fastest man on the earth. Sprint superstar Usain Bolt ended his glittering career after wowing people across the world with his stellar performances.

Though, at the IAAF Championships Bolt missed the chances of adding more golds to his glorious collection (he lost tell 100m title and was injured before the 4×100m relay). But what actually matters is the kind of mark he had made for himself among the people, as the entire stadium only reverberated with the chants of ‘Usain, Usain’.

The Jamaican is a role model for millions, not only for his astronomical achievements but also for his qualities. He maybe the fastest man ever, his honesty sets him apart from the other several athletes.

In the era, where some of his contemporaries and many others were getting banned for doping charges, Bolt remained spotless. He didn’t achieved the laurels by decietful methods but with his honesty and respect for the sport.

The way he was always confident all these years, is pretty much commendable. He remained unfazed against any kind of criticism questioning him being too fast. One of the best virtues Bolt has, is his utter dedication. It is one of the main reasons that helped him clinching a total of 8 golds at the Olympics.

Back at the IAAF, Bolt ceded his 100m gold to American Justin Gatlin. But something happened that shocked even Bolt. After his win, Gatlin went down on his knees and bowed to Usain Bolt as a mark of honour. It shows that not only the people but his contemporaries also think of him as the greatest.

Bolt displayed a spirit of sportsmanship and humility when he stood up for and sided by Justin Gatlin when the latter was booed by the crowd after his win.

Usain Bolt is someone who taught us what it takes to win; hard work, focus, dedication.

He also taught us the it’s okay to fall down, hard but to get up stronger than ever. He respected the sport and the sport rewarded with him with what he deserved. Bolt inspires and will always continue to do so.


The inextricable knots of my life are kind of unraveling, since the day I met you. I no longer feel weak at any part of my body, instead I am gaining strength from the very same pain.

It’s like, I have finally found a secret hallway leading my way out from the past into the present and a bright future. Maybe, that’s because you were as broken as I was.

Being with a person who endured a similar pain, gives you a sense of belongingness. You know that if no one doesn’t, this person is always going to understand the kind of struggles you go through.

You! You are my cynefin. And it’s beautiful, when two wounded souls help each other to find the lost pieces of this puzzling and messed up life.

Cynefin: (Welsh) A place where a person or an animal feels it ought to live and belong; it is where the nature around you feels right and welcoming.


The ones who lived in castles palaces,

Had to seal the fate of man,

And then the land was divided,

As a result of a sinister plan.

There was an uproar in Amritsar,

Bloodshed in Lahore,

Millions of them crossed borders,

But left behind, their shattered souls.

Trains turned red,

Soaked in the blood of humanity,

They disappeared among the clouds in the sky,

Before even reaching the city.

The hustle-bustle was now ghoulish,

Expensive, was the cost of freedom

It gifted loathe and malice,

And haunting memories, for years to come.

The chilling cries,

And the broken ties,

70 years, it has been,

How quickly, the time flies.

Image: Partition of 1947

Never letting you go

“You can’t let me go”, she said in her soft, mellow voice and tears in her eyes. I stood in front of the window, frozen and stoic, but my ears could clearly hear her whispering sobs as she cried.

There was a wave of deathly silence in the air and between us, hurting the ears. Minutes later, the door banged and she was gone. Outside, the sun sank into darkness and the russet sky was slowly turning into grey.

Suddenly, my mind shifted back to the day when I saw her for the first time. She had unbridled hair, wore out of fashion clothes but had a heart-warming smile. She laughed unabashedly, not caring of what others might think about her.

She was a girl with the heart of gold who knew nothing but love and kindness. A girl who would always appreciate even your flaws and never make you feel bad about them. That girl, she was gone.

I let her go. The one person, who I love more than anything in this world. I let go that person, who loved me when I couldn’t even love myself. At that moment, I realised what I had lost. I lost a star.

A car shrieked outside and I woke up hurriedly, realising that I had been sleeping. Somebody opened the door. It was her, with her ever beaming smile.

“Honey, did I disturb you?”, she asked and I quickly stood up to hug her tight. She was startled with my sudden showing of love, but gave up anyway. And I could only whisper, “I love you. I am never letting you go”.

Image: Silver Linings Playbook

The kind of person

I am the kind of person who always put the lives of others ahead of mine. Later, I would also get dejected when they don’t do it for me the same way.

I am a friend, who moves heaven and earth for those near to my heart. The same heart, also gets shattered into thousands of pieces at the sight of seeing them getting more close to someone else.

I hate myself for smiling, laughing till my stomach hurts when all I wanted was to sit somewhere, silently in solitude.

I am the friend, who people seek when they yearn for company but walk away when they find someone better.

I am the friend who always listens, solve problems and comfort those in distress. But as I began to speak, my words fall on deaf ears.

But now I feel, I am done being this person. For once, I’ll try loving myself more than I’ve loved someone.

I’ll try to put my life before anyone else. Maybe, that’s the kind of person, I am meant to be.

To the one who never said sorry

I used to spent my days sulking over the fact that despite of being the cause of my sadness, you never dared to utter a simple ‘sorry’. It was always easy for you but for me, every minute was like a torture in hell.

I was never able to digest your happiness and cursed my fate for days like these. I hated every single thing about you. My heart was always burning in the volcano of anger. They were volcanoes.

But I also realised that, how all these things made me the most unhappy person in the world. This was killing me but I won’t let it happen. Because, you still didn’t care enough. My dreams, feelings, tears nothing mattered to you.

So, I decided to let go. I let go off my hatred for you. I let go off the fire of anger and disappointment and I was no longer going to curse my fate for you. Because my soul, deserved peace.

I have decided to step down and move on. But stepping down doesn’t mean that I lost anything, instead I found everything that I was always looking for. I was able to look around for people who really mattered to me and you were not the one. Anymore.

To the one who was never sorry, I forgive you.


Growing up, Cinderella was my most favourite princess. Her gazelle-like eyes, blonde cascade locks falling perfectly a little below the shoulders and the enigmatic smile made her appear like a goddess.

But, she had a lot more than just a pretty face. She was as beautiful inside as she was in the outside. She had a heart of gold and always wore it on her sleeves.

She was opulent of affection and love for people around, also the ones who did not seem to like her at all. And the virtue of kindness, made her priceless.

However, the most beautiful thing about Cinderella was that she never stopped being her truest self.

She never gave up against circumstances and always managed to keep a tiny smile across he face. Also, she never let the vibes of hatred around her ever harm the love she was gifted with.

That’s what Cinderella is. Merely, not just a princess.



You will never be enough for this world. People will always try to mould you into something, what they desire. They will leave no stone unturn and propell you to give up your identity.

But they don’t know that, there lies the fiercest soul in the garb of a mellow person. They don’t know that you have been through much greater obstacles than this.

They have no idea, as to how you have managed to free yourself from the shackles of the most inextricable knots of your life.

They don’t know that you are the rocks on the sea shore. Rocks that get hit by the majestic waves. But always strong enough to be hit by the another one.