Few years ago when I was going through the most difficult phase of my life, a book helped me to pull myself together and gather some sense of direction.
Well, Let me rephrase that a bit. May be it was not the most difficult phase of my life. Actually it could have been the happiest phase. I was pregnant and back home in India away from the responsibilities and it was exactly what I wanted at that period of time more than anything else. But certain things happened which totally changed the course of life there after. I was utterly tensed and helpless and the most important person in my life was sinking in to a deep depression. I couldn't even master enough strength to tell him everything was going to be alright. So I kept to my room reading , it was the only thing that took me away. From Milan Kundera to Vaikkam Muhammad Basheer, from Ruskin Bond to 80's issues of Amar Chitra Kadha I read what ever I could lay my hands on. It was then that my sister in law found me a copy of 'IT'S NOT ABOUT THE BIKE" by Lance Amstrong.
Of course I knew who Lance Amstrong was and I knew his story, but the book was something else. From his passionate pursuit of success to his unyielding struggle and final victory over cancer, I couldn't help but salute his courage and spirit. So I decided to set aside all the self pity and embrace the blessing of life which was growing inside me. I convinced Kiran, my husband that we could actually turn things around and make our 'situation' an opportunity ( which he kind of did).
The recent allegation on Lance Amstrong has literally shattered my belief system. I know millions of fans all around the world must be going through the same bewilderment and confusion. I wish he proved himself innocent. But all the news channels tell me it is not going to happen. Hope he breaks his silence and at least owns up everything.
So It was really 'not about the bike'?
Well, Let me rephrase that a bit. May be it was not the most difficult phase of my life. Actually it could have been the happiest phase. I was pregnant and back home in India away from the responsibilities and it was exactly what I wanted at that period of time more than anything else. But certain things happened which totally changed the course of life there after. I was utterly tensed and helpless and the most important person in my life was sinking in to a deep depression. I couldn't even master enough strength to tell him everything was going to be alright. So I kept to my room reading , it was the only thing that took me away. From Milan Kundera to Vaikkam Muhammad Basheer, from Ruskin Bond to 80's issues of Amar Chitra Kadha I read what ever I could lay my hands on. It was then that my sister in law found me a copy of 'IT'S NOT ABOUT THE BIKE" by Lance Amstrong.
Of course I knew who Lance Amstrong was and I knew his story, but the book was something else. From his passionate pursuit of success to his unyielding struggle and final victory over cancer, I couldn't help but salute his courage and spirit. So I decided to set aside all the self pity and embrace the blessing of life which was growing inside me. I convinced Kiran, my husband that we could actually turn things around and make our 'situation' an opportunity ( which he kind of did).
The recent allegation on Lance Amstrong has literally shattered my belief system. I know millions of fans all around the world must be going through the same bewilderment and confusion. I wish he proved himself innocent. But all the news channels tell me it is not going to happen. Hope he breaks his silence and at least owns up everything.
So It was really 'not about the bike'?
