Life’s Absurd Beauty Through Cricket
Sometimes it happens. Sometimes we find ourselves entangled in a perplexing web of questions. Life, then, it seems, carries the weight of its own presence — burdened by the enigma of its purpose. And don’t you think, with each birth, we are thrust into a very similar realm? — where only suffering and anguish live, where the specter of inevitable death looms ever closer?
In those moments of quiet contemplation, the ‘value’ of our existence becomes obscured. It gets shrouded in a mist of uncertainty. And in the face of such uncertainty, a cloud of gloom begins to take form over our head.
I come to dissuade you of this — this gloom.
Imagine. A cricket match is on. Which teams? What players? They don’t matter. What matters is that a cricket match is on, and you are watching it. Something happens. Out of a sudden. The lights flicker. And you find yourself imbued with a superpower, a power that is hard to explicate in words. Now, you can visualize the world better. The game has stopped being a mere game. It is a game, but something different.
The stadium takes on the role of a stage — a stage where the grand theater of life unfolds. With its towering stands and electrifying atmosphere, the stadium symbolizes the arena of human existence. The players, donning colorful jerseys, represent the multifaceted aspects…
