On Floundering Hope....

In the past one year,

many a colossus has fallen and been bemoaned by humanity....

Institutions, people that were once revered have been reviled...

and along with these leviathans; more importantly...

hope too has seemingly fallen...

and the world; suddenly is not the same place anymore....

This is our generations great depression say soothsayers; 

The worst is yet ahead of us, say the pessimists,

Strap up for a rough ride say the realists,

and the optimists are suddenly nowhere to be found...

It's said that during those sombre years of the last depression, 

It was a certain Babe Ruth and his magical play

that collectively, brought a smile to many a furrowed brow,

and hope, albeit momentarily to many a troubled heart.

Am sure me and other countless afficianados have been firm believers

in the fact that Sports, has always transcended human affairs,

and by means of providing a healthy distraction,

has helped many a soul appreciate the bigger picture

But, This Sunday evening , 

the storm clouds that had arrived on the horizon,

suddenly got darker....

venomously darker...

Last Year, amidst all the tumultous falls, another wall had shown signs of breaching,

but towards the end had shown signs of a resurge,  and millions across the globe had 

thanked their stars that hope was still alive...

and prayed for the new year to ring in a fresh start...

But a relentless and indefatigable force, has just announced that not only is it here,

its here to stay for good...

the force is not a dark one though,

It's just that, the force carries with it;

that pall of inevitability that seems to have enveloped us all;

a pall that's robbed us of our confidence in providence...

The force is a rude reminder that all that is magical, joyous, serene, and exhilarating

is but ephemeral;

a momentary flash that has to be and will be snuffed out

by brute force, power and limitless energy.

A superbly oiled, phenomenally trained, impeccably tuned 

machine; has tasted blood, and once too many today;

A symbol of virtuosity, simplicity, beauty, artistry;

was left devastated in the wake of the all sweeping force today...

and even as mortals like me, could hardly gape,

and let the consequences of this gloom sink in...

alas! that beacon of hope...

alas! that maestro...

chose to do something,

that has blotted, this already darkest of times...

He cried.....

Fed.....dont ...dont .... 

not now, not in front of us... not with whats happening...

Please Fed...Bounce Back...

Get the world back on track....

Please Fed...Bounce Back...