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Olympic Memories: From Bangalore’s TV Screens to Today

 Ah, how the Olympics have evolved over the years! Back in the day, watching the games in Bangalore felt like stepping into a world where athletes seemed like untouchable gods. We’d watch gymnasts twist and turn in ways that made us question if they had any bones at all, while we struggled to do a single sit-up. Fast forward to today, and the feats have only gotten more jaw-dropping—triple axels on the ice that look like they've been ripped from a video game, and swimmers who make Michael Phelps look like he’s just warming up.

But it’s not just the athletes who’ve evolved; our viewing experience has too. Gone are the days of huddling around a grainy TV in the early hours, hoping the power didn’t cut out during a crucial moment. Now, with the magic of the internet, we can watch the Olympics from any device, any time, and rewind that unbelievable dive 10 times just to marvel at it again. 

Even the sports have changed—skateboarding and surfing are now Olympic events! If you’d told our younger selves that back then, we’d probably have thrown our textbooks aside to take up a new “Olympic training” regimen at the local skate park. Though, knowing us, we’d probably have ended up with more bruises than medals.

Yet, some things never change. The thrill of watching someone achieve the impossible still gives us chills. Whether it’s a flawless gymnastics routine or a diving entry with barely a ripple, the Olympics continue to inspire and amaze us. But now, we do it with better snacks and in HD.

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KParthasarathi said…
That is a nice post. I see only some of the events, a bit choosy, confining myself to a few athletics, gymnastics, swimming, Tennis etc. After years, I am visiting your blog. II will regularly follow henceforth.
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August 14, 2024 at 5:33 AM
KParthasarathi said…
A good writeup laced with humour
August 15, 2024 at 6:54 PM
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