The world sees Praggnanandhaa as a chess prodigy. They see the trophies, the headlines, the victories over Magnus Carlsen,& the enigmatic smile across the board. They didn't see the journey of this Chennai star.
I saw a middle class Tamil family deciding that a child's dream was worth every sacrifice they could make. They don't see a father working tirelessly so that tournament fees could somehow be afforded. They don't see a mother travelling endlessly with her son, carrying home cooked food across continents because every rupee mattered. Yes, even food. They don't see the thousands of lonely hours spent staring at 64 squares while other kids watched Cable TV.
What makes his story remarkable is that he wasn't even the family's 1st chess prodigy. His sister, Vaishali, was already making waves. Many younger siblings would have lived in that shadow. Instead, he quietly built a light of his own.
By 12, he had become one of the youngest Grandmasters in history. But talent alone never explains greatness. Chess at the highest level, is never merely a test of intelligence. It is a test of resilience. Nezhmetdinov, Parimarjan Negi, Sultan Khan... They were all supremely talented. Yet never made it big.
Praggs had the doggedness, when the path was strewn with thorns & pebbles, the peak was not visible. A test of whether you can keep thinking when exhausted, keep believing after defeat,& keep improving when the world isn't watching.
Then came Magnus Carlsen. For most young players, facing Magnus is like standing at the foot of Everest. Praggnanandhaa climbed anyway. He beat him. Then beat him again. And again. What initially looked like an upset slowly became the arrival of a new force.
But perhaps the most extraordinary thing about him is his temperament. In an age that rewards noise, he remains quiet. Unassuming. In a world obsessed with self promotion, he lets his moves speak. He wins without arrogance. He loses without excuses. There is a rare dignity about Praggs.
Sometimes I think about the absurdity of it all. In a universe containing billions of stars and countless worlds, on one small planet, in one corner of Chennai, a boy sat before a chessboard,& dreamt the impossible. Not because success was guaranteed. It never is. Not because the odds were favourable. It never was. But because he loved the game, his family believed in him.
That, more than any rating or title, is what makes Praggnanandhaa special. His story is a reminder that greatness rarely arrives with fanfare. It is built quietly, one sacrifice, one setback, one ordinary day at a time, until suddenly the world looks up and calls it extraordinary. Jai Hind!
You will appreciate what life has to offer much better if you ever made a 36+ hr journey in 2nd class sleeper across India in peak summers.
If by any chance you fall asleep, the seat sticks to your skin. You are forever short of water, the window is like a 21 inch hair dryer. You wish to splash your face with water for some respite, the water in the sink is boiling. The only respite is the guys moving around with buckets with icy water, with an assortment of cold drink bottle submerged in it, sold at the rate of an arm & a leg. You settle for a chilled Frooti. It tastes so godly that you write about it on Twitter 20 years later :)
Ahmedabad is a hopelessly boring Tier 2 city. Please don’t move here.
Living here is an absolute nightmare:
• Zero Adrenaline: Women are just casually roaming around at 2 AM eating ice cream without fearing for their lives or dodging intense police naka bandis. Where is the survival thrill?
• No Linguistic Pride: If you don't speak Gujarati, nobody even threatens to beat you up or smash your shop's signboards. They just awkwardly reply in broken Hindi. Absolutely no passion!
• No Traffic Trauma: The roads are so wide and well planned that you actually reach your destination in 20 minutes. How am I supposed to finish my audiobooks or rethink my life choices during a 3 hour bumper to bumper commute?
• Missing Action: Someone bumps into your vehicle, and they just say sorry and pay you instead of pulling out a hockey stick. No street fights, no "Tu jaanta nahi mera baap kaun hai." So dull.
• Zero Aesthetic Culture: No underground drug or Udta Punjab vibes. Just boring, safe, sober families existing everywhere.
Honestly, it’s unbearable. Please stay in your happening metro cities, enjoy spending half your life in traffic and keep breathing that sweet AQI 1000 air.
Someone on his team would have pitched this idea. Modi probably would have laughed for five seconds straight and instantly said, "Done." Then some staffer would have been assigned to buy a Melody packet.
For the last few days across UAE, Netherlands, Sweden and Norway, he was probably carrying this in his head, internally giggling at the meme potential and the storm it'll cause on internet. Maybe that's why when the Norway journalist shouted about press freedom, he didn't hear her. The man was busy preparing his punchline in his head.
And now the moment is here, and it delivered. Peak internet bait. Credit to both leaders; that's how you instantly connect with the youth.
Dhurandhar has gone GoT ways. For 4 months you could not scroll for more than 5mins and not be referenced to the movie.
Then suddenly, it died. No one talks about it anymore. It just vanished as if it never existed
It’s on! Suvendu Adhikari will be the Bengal CM. Great choice.
He has already demonstrated his leadership and risk taking capacity by taking on Mamata directly and defeating her in her own bastion, twice.
He has been in TMC. He knows how the politically supported crime networks operate, who protects whom, where the money flows, how intimidation works, and how deep the criminal-political nexus runs. Few people would understand the anatomy of Bengal’s entrenched power structure better than someone who has seen it from the inside.
He is aggressive, confrontational, and authority-driven, closer to Yogi Adityanath and Himanta Biswa Sarma. Bengal’s situation may now require exactly that kind of leadership.
I'm sure the wrath of God awaits Bengal's crime and terror networks through the rise of Suvendu Adhikari.
Jai Bangla.
🚨AIADMK leaders, before shaking hands with DMK for power, remember March 25, 1989!
In the TN Assembly, right in front of CM Karunanidhi, your Amma Jayalalithaa was humiliated-her saree pulled and torn by DMK goons. She walked out in tears, vowing to return only as CM.
Today you betray her legacy for chairs? Shame! Amma's soul weeps at this betrayal.