The past month has kept me busy with quite a lot, most of which I shall write about some other time. A lot of it has brought a sense of relief that was desperately lacking in life. All that aside, what is taking most of my time are the Olympics. Not just because of how they’ve always been considered a matter of pride for countries across the world, but also due to the amusing events which one would not otherwise witness.

Take, for example, all the events that involve throwing stuff. Someone somewhere found a ball and challenged everyone to throw it as far as they can, and called it ‘Shot put’. Someone else did that with a disc and called it ‘Discus throw’. For someone, the ball must not have been easy to grip. So, he tied a long chain to it and swung it by that chain, and then called it ‘Hammer throw’. And at last, someone simply threw sticks and called it ‘Javelin throw’.

These are such fascinating events with barely any complications in the rules that one can binge them with all the laziness that nature blesses. From Archery to Omnium, Olympics are a spectacle I wish we could have every year, instead of just once in four! It makes me sad that we are now at the last day of this edition. I must find a worthwhile replacement to fill in the void, lest I prolong my withdrawl symptoms.

In other news, I recently turned twenty-eight. It is such an odd number, despite being an even one. Thankfully, the day coincided with Eid-ul-Azha, which made it easier to cope with the dreadful annual realization of how time is ageing me away. The Eid wishes were more than thrice that of birthday ones, a phenomenon I could easily understand as it becomes tougher to remember friends’ birthday’s as compared to public holidays. Nevertheless, the mutton surely tasted better than usual.

Unrelated to this, my long-lasting love for Calvin & Hobbes has made an appearance. This must be the tenth time I am flipping the entire collection of Bill Watterson’s remarkable work. With every re-read, I understand Calvin a little better. His innocence and childish behaviour aside, his observations teach so much about life in such non-intimidating manner. One has to admire how wonderfully Watterson places the strongest of thoughts in a playful comic. The kid aspires to achieve happiness, often ignoring the reality which is sufficiently happy, if only he could give it a satisfactory glance. 

Suddenly, it is also filled with love, happiness, and contentment. The sweetness between Calvin and Hobbes alone can give you an escape and ease any on-going tensions in life.

If it was not cumbersome, I would’ve loved to post all my favourite panels here. But, this is enough for now. I shall get back to browsing these on my own as I smile at every page I turn. 🙂