Sheesh. Those news guys are giving us a bad name. Bold headlines and flashing breaking news alerts screaming 'India wins its biggest haul of medals at the Olympics!' Get real. we got three. Only 3. Commendable but nothing to shout about. Now the rest of the world probably thinks we're beyond belief pathetic, making a huge song and dance over a minor achievement. Why do we do this to ourselves?
One guy becomes CEO of Citibank, and then the papers are crammed with pictures of him as a baby, as a toddler, as a gawky, gangly, zit-infested teen, getting married, his first car, and his mummy and daddy smiling proudly (but of course). Man, I even know what his favourite dish is now!
Can't we learn to take success in our stride? I like sharp-shooter Abhinav Bindra for that reason alone. He's so laid-back about his gold medal- that's so damn cool! I only wish that the anecdote about him doing a William Tell on his maid when he was six was apocryphal. That sucks. Now if he'd placed an apple on a doting, willing grandparent's head for target practise, I'd have ruffled his hair. Goddammit, the TOI reporter put that dreadful politically and socially incorrect incident in the papers too- in a yucky, gushing, aw-wasn't-he-cute manner at that. Madness. Utter madness.