People who condemn me,
People who shun me,
The crowd that loathes and despises me,
Everywhere I go, the stares and fingers follow,
Yet bearing the brunt of savagery, I keep spurring forth...
Hiding and cowering, never my intention;
For my scurples are as intact as ever...
But the world of quagmire, makes them appear old and redundant...
The denial to sell my conscience labels me a worst offender...
Allowing sincereity, integrity, protest and bellows fall in the same bracket;
Leaving a bitter taste about the passion and dedication to my chosen field of career...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
A popular refrain throughout the recently wrapped-up Test series between Australia and India was that the matches were a throwback to the ...
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I got my first tattoo almost seven years ago, in 2010. That time it felt like a huge deal though the tattoo itself was minuscule. I sp... -
Football – soccer, to those following the American version– players are highly distinct from the rest of the sporting fraternity. They...
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Like a dry leaf, I am strewn, Like a drought patch, I am withered, No spring nor oasis to resurrect me, The dryness and hardness, my final g...
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