I never intentionally sat down to write down this stuff. These are just compilation of small facets from my diary written whilst I was on a solo expedition at my house.
Lockdown stress? What even?
Everyone’s just blindly following this trending stress & complaining about sitting at their home but no one dares to claim “haash!- the calm” from their own monotonous day to day hustle. The foremost thing, Lockdown has taught me is the importance of silence.
I’m not even gonna say about excavating yourself, “me time” & self-realization & hah! now being self-reliant (atmanirbhar). It’s all individual thing. No one can impose or force you to do that, unless you do it by yourself or else it’s all crap.
In my normal routine life, I used to practice for long hours & used to have all daily hush & puff. Up with touring, training camps, practice sessions & on-court sessions. Summers have been that time of the year when we have to put our best foot forward to turn ourselves robust & get iron will for upcoming matches. All these summers I’ve never been home but had no regrets for it. But this time unfortunately or fortunately for the first time since the past 8 years I’m at home.
Though training is by default on & finding ways to cope to up with my fitness with the least equipments. Following up the same time tight schedule as before. I’ve not got bored yet. Lockdown has made me do quite few cool challenges which I would never do but ended up doing it.
Well, I’m stuck between unfortunately, or fortunately.
Unfortunately, I had never thought I’ll be sitting home & everything will be at halt, missing out with my practice. But on the other hand, I’ve cherished the best of the moments in this lockdown. Some of them are silly & yet so beautiful.
I took my old racquets out from loft & got my hands on playing guitar on a broken string racquet. One of the fruitful things I did was improved playing badminton by the left hand.
My grandpa follows the everyday rituals of cycling. One evenfall I got right set of circumstances to help out grandpa repairing his cycle & that was so nostalgic cuz when I was kiddie wink he was the person who repaired my cycle.
Several Sundays I made many paper planes & back on to Super Mario on Nintendo & those were my ditto good old Sunday the way I used to spend back then.
No wonder, I’ve been planting pineapple crowns in my garden & learning bonsai from mum & asking me to play Ed Sheeran songs were such tiny mini things that simply gave the copious amount of joy. Well, my mum succeeded to vicissitude one thing in me & that’s one of the typical changes that one can get.
I’ve always been a super-agent of the anti-book reading squad.
“Fortunately?” I had to pull the plug & now I’ve been proselyte towards it & got known about it’s vitality.
One completely dotish thing I would allude to is, I read a couple of books but one book with which I started reading with was my “Jungle tales” which my mum used to read me when I was 4 :p
The grossest que. I came across this lockdown was: What do you do to entertain yourself? I’m like, there’s a clown in everyone’s head & those wild thoughts are enough to simply beguile one time & to be in existential angst. Isn’t that enough to keep oneself entertained?
I’m still in the dilemma of being fortunate or unfortunate. For now, I’ll consider it to be fortunate to get through it positively.