Left...up...right...up...left. This, exactly this, was the movement of my neck, my eyes fixed and the white thing,which you call a shuttlecock, oscillating between two people with rackets in their hands. The game is, I think, called badminton. Not that bad a game. After all, my cousin was playing and repeatedly winning against my neighbour, a student of her school. Sports is like a coin-it has got two side. It is a wonderful thing, but only to watch. On the contrary, it is a horrible thing to do. All I do in our school's Annual Sports Meet is just to sit and cheer. Great deal of exercise for the hands and throat. Enough for the day. What more can you expect from a person like me who never goes to play(not even in the school-life). All I can say about sports is that I don't think there is something more amazing than that. Amazing; because it gets me in two minds. I like football, obviously not to play. I love to watch matches between my boyfriend's team and my best friend's team. I like cheering both of them and it doesn't make me particularly sad if anyone lost, because in either case, the person to win would be the one I love a lot. I am happy, whatever the result. I love that part about sports relatively more than any other thing about it. Karate- I am head over heals in love with it. Bruce Lee is one of my favourites but the person behind all that inspiring and inculcating the 'karate-insight' in me is my mother. Meri Pyaari Maa is the one who holds the credit for making me a martial-arts lover. She was a brown-belt and a favourite of her master. Coming back to the topic, I would like to restate that sports is one amazing thing. It is the only thing which I can't put my opinions forth on; the only thing that perplexes me so much.
