Acceptance of Denial

Competitions, Thoughts

After an epic five-setter match, Novak Djokovic emerged after his defeat to Stan Wawrinka in the recently concluded Australian Open as a wise, old soul.  Despite the disappointment that laced his words, his effort and his levelled-up Karma points were there for all to see. The player’s words couldn’t have sounded more perfect to anyone who has had a fair fight and lost graciously.

    “There’s nothing I can say. I gave it my best, I gave it my all. It wasn’t to be this time.”

Defeat is a paradoxical little thing. Nothing can be more crushing and uplifting than a good, hard defeat. A ‘good’ fight brings along with it, the magnifying glass to search and rectify the chinks in your armour. A ‘hard’ fight takes away all that you have. Then it takes away some more.

“Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.”

– Wilma Rudolph, Olympic Champion.

Curiously, defeats return with much more than what they take away from you. For the player who has put in his love, blood and sweat into his commitment, all that matters are the things that make him happy. Defeats, to him, are not just impediments that cause more than just doubts and fears in his mind. They deny him of the glory, only to empower him to find his feet and have yet another go.

His true transformation takes place only when he embraces grows beyond the consequences of his game, his statistics and his achievements. When he accepts the denial of his claim; when he accepts the defeat in his victories and the victories in his defeats, only then does he become a real champion.


The Mad Man’s Madness

Thoughts, Uncategorized

Many are the routines which we unnecessarily put ourselves through; no matter how insignificant or irrelevant they may be. Sometimes situations that involve the world’s most unfortunate being:you, turn so caustic and unhelpful that you end up wondering at your own ability to screw up the best of the opportunities.

In the course of my undergraduate studies (which still is incomplete, by the way), there have been several incoherent thoughts and inexplicable situations which have ended up making me feel distraught and frustrated. I am rather embarrassed to confess that I’ve gone through ‘self-help’ books and ‘inspirational’ quotes. Stories and great deeds of ambition cannot be enough fuel for the person who wants to fly high. Unless of course, he can script his own tale and be a part of enough deeds to inspire the world of uncertainty that we live in.

When I look around for my peers, I find myself either laughing deliriously or cursing myself incessantly. Most of us are mechanically keyed spring toys, bound by routines, limited by our fears and dwarfed by human vanity. ‘The greatest source of energy comes from within’, says a Yoga exponent to his vast audiences on the national television. We always have to look up to someone to guide us, help us and spoon-feed us to success. While a part of us revel in such naivety, a significant other part tends to feed our greed. We are all irreverent fools. Well, most of us are!

In all these years that I’ve lived through, one thing has always been at the back of my mind: To live a life one wants to live, is a blessing bestowed on very few of us; and those lucky handful of people are immeasurably beautiful. By ‘beautiful’, I do not mean their physical features or attractiveness. By calling them ‘beautiful’, I mean their willingness, their energy and the boundless happiness they feel when they work. A life of balance and harmony; not weighed down by the guilt of the past, nor the burden of the present, nor the hope of tomorrow. I hope I will be blessed with such fortune, energy and enthusiasm,  some day.

The Roller Coaster Ride Begins.

Thoughts, Uncategorized

Plenty of web space has been lost to idiots writing about their experiences in the tumultuous world that we live in. Here’s one more addition to the ever-growing list of mindless blogs.

In a third-world country with ample chances to go ahead with the herd, to get lost in the little trials that  life throws up and to run around insignificant things that neither lead to victories, nor fulfilment. More often than not, our priorities,  vision and dreams lose all semblance of direction and effort when life’s travesties begin to take a toll on our happiness and survival.  Before we know it, we are left clutching at the straws of frugal achievements and failed campaigns. I believe that only when doing things which we are comfortable with, thoughts that have a clear resonance with our Inner Self, can we excel in the path we chose to traverse. As Benjamin Franklin puts it, “Some people die when they are 25, but are buried not till they are 75“.

Here I am, 20, full of the enthusiasm and drive that will surely take me to the peak of the ‘Observer Hill’, ready to witness various sunrises and glorious sunsets; many battles will be fought, too. The funny thing about battles is that its all in one’s head. Aren’t people  but mere pawns, creatures driven by desperation, hunger and a faith that plays to their need. Now, come to think of it, till we learn to high above the mediocrity and escape the gravity of human pessimism, aren’t we all the Bill Murray ( in his brilliant portrayal in Groundhog Day) of our lives, running around like spring mechanised toy jokers, living the same day over and over again?

As Joseph Heller in his best-seller ‘Catch 22’ analyses the World War II scenario through the eyes of the self-declared lunatic Capt. John Yossarian might very well push the reader to the brink of immense introspection. Here, for instance, Yossarian speaks,  “ Let me see if I’ve got this straight: in order to be grounded, I’ve got to be crazy and I must be crazy to keep flying. But if I ask to be grounded, that means I’m not crazy any more and I have to keep flying. ” These words would definitely have had considerable impact on a large junta of the readers, with enough depth in each word to keep a thinking mind running.

For the keen eyes and the hunger to know more :

Groundhog Day– 1993 Movie- * ing Bill Murray and Ann MacDowell- 

Catch-22 -Authored by Joseph Heller -1961 –