Honest Disclaimer is Honest: This post does not contain deep philosophy that miraculously uplifts those who heed it, although it may contain some philosophy that is sometimes evident to everybody, apart from the people who really need it.
There are times when you’re happy. Or not, but you’re getting by. And you’re confident, even if in the slightest degree, that you’ll be out of the woods in a short while. Maybe you see the light at the end of the tunnel, maybe you’re visualising it, or you see lots of lights ’cause you’re high but you see light, in one way or another. And then you go on to switch on the telly to watch the match of your team 4 lyf and then it all goes to shit. Not because you lost a puny bet but because you actually have a heart and you can’t watch your team lose. If you’re one of those followers that really follows the team and somehow has an emotional connect to them (it could be because of their tradition, history, style of play, aura, anything), then you just cannot watch them lose. It ruins your day. Probably the rest of your week. Or the next as well, if its a Saturday or a Sunday.
Today, I want to create a bridge between two of my favourite sports and two teams that I feel need some oxygen. A few hours where you chuck everything aside, sit down together, ram into your brains what you’re doing wrong and how you’re going to lift your ass off the ground and launch yourselves onwards and more importantly, upwards.
The society of the country I come from is deeply religious. You probably won’t find as much religious diversity anywhere. If a child wasn’t told what community he was born in, maths would no longer be the most confusing thing for him. But here in India, there’s religions, and then there’s cricket, on a whole different level. Its almost like an addiction. It gives a different level of euphoria. A unique high. Don’t believe me? Watch this video tribute to a certain Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar (aka Bhagwan, Hindi for God), created after India won the 2011 Cricket World Cup, full of perfectly synced dramatic music, et al.
I’m not going to burden you with details, especially since not many really get cricket.
The Indian cricket, about a year back, many thought that the bunch of 11 guys they saw playing on the field could actually push to retain the World Cup. They spoke too early. What ensued was a horrible tailspin by the Indian cricket team, and I can’t remember a single win abroad for India, apart from that great great one at Lords in July last year. Make no mistake, I believe they were right. I always did. Because people, as individuals, are incapable of nothing. Cliche, overly optimistic, you call it what you want, but I believe. Its time others did too. Because nobody wants to hear the reasons why we can’t do something. Because nobody wants to be searching in the crowd for somebody wearing their jersey. Because a big part of doing something daunting is believing. And though the first opposition this surprisingly out of depth Indian team faces tomorrow morning is bitter rivals Pakistan, I believe. Its time the team does too. Sports aren’t just games. We say that very few things truly unite the warring races that make up the human species, and sports is one of those. Yes, that statement was probably said from a negative point of view, but why can’t it be something more?
Much north of London lies a theatre. The theatre. The theatre where dreams come to fruition. A theatre that has seen some of football’s greatest sporting spirits battle together and against one another. It goes by the name Old Trafford. It wasn’t called a fortress for nothing. Noticed how I said ‘wasn’t’? Well, I meant it. And this coming from a diehard Man Utd fan is saying something.
A few months back I wrote this post about how the draw with Chelsea could be a turning point, not just of the current season, but of the club’s fortune. That could mean pinning a lot on a single fixture. But it wasn’t without a reason. If you saw that match, you’d know what I’m talking about. It was a great match to watch. And though the equaliser was in the dying stages and it wasn’t perfect, it meant more than the world to the fans not just for the one point, but for the way the team played, it looked inspired. It meant more to the players. What followed a while after that that was what I feel, a series of bad decisions essentially and resulted in a tailspin that, gratefully enough, isn’t conveyed by the healthy position of the team in the table.
Both these band of men are capable of much, much, much more than what they have been achieving lately. They need to be given the right kind of push to play the way they’re most natural at. They need to shed the baggage and although each day is a new day, they really need to make tomorrow the freshest day they’ve known in a while. And more than anything, its the support staff, the guys behind the scenes, that also need to get their heads out of a knot. Stick your head out above the thick, dense growth take in some of that fresh air and thank whoever you believe in for that dash of oxygen.