|| BLITZKRIEG ||

Note: This article does not intentionally depict a real person...
 
Failed, disappointment, unsatisfactory, not up to the mark.. these are just a few words that define him. " I am a failure.." At least thrice a day he tells this to himself. He is a social outcast. The "UNCOOL"  of the lot. Dude, grow up, they dont like you. Stop trying to be cool, stop trying to win their attention. Stop trying to make things right. They are never going to be. They were never meant to be. Its all a downward spiral.
He has faced failure right from the time he was a beginner. Each and every boxing match he has ever played. Each and every match... All done. Straight failure. How neat is that!... . " Failure, disappointment, unsatisfactory, not up to the mark...."
Everybody spits on him... His day is over. Good night... bitter dreams... nightmares. Downfall....

Good morning bitch. " I am a failure.. a damn good one at that. Let me show `em ", he says to himself in the mirror. Puts his earphones to his ears, Tightens his shoe laces. Run. Run for the disappointment, for the unsatisfactory results, run for them "Cool dudes". Train for the failures. He trains. Sure as hell he does. Eat, train, sleep... eat, train, sleep. Thats the only song he knows now. Same lyrics, same tune, same rythm. No goof ups with that now. Only 3 months till the next match. The first "Not so neat" match of his life. Because he already knows the result. Straight win. No goof ups. Train first, get yourself ready for it.

One... two .... three.... Go. The match is on. His opponent is a strong one. Two times world champion. Awesome. This was what he had been training for. He grows deaf to the noise of the crowd. Straight algorithm... No confusions. No goof ups this time. ...

Done. Knocked down. His opponent is lying face down. The whole crowd is silent. No noise. No one to lift his hand up and declare him a champion. His first victory. Sweet blitzkrieg........



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