Its 5:31 in the morning and I am sitting in front of the TV having just woken up after an extremely intermittent sleep waiting for the french open final between federer and nadal which is slated to begin in another 30 minutes.
I don't remember the last time when I woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Neither do I remember the last time I experienced such jittery nerves regarding a sport match. What I do remember is the fact that it used to be sometime about 8 years ago when a cricket match between India and Pakistan used to trespass my dreams in the night often culminating in my getting up just on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Those were the days when taking the next breath often took a lesser priority than the next ball and when the departure of Tendulkar often meant a fresh hole in the emotional fabric of my life. It is sad that I have not felt like this since a long time now. That is till now.
For the last few years, I have gotten so ennamoured by the genius of Federer that his victories have become my own and his losses, sad heart wrenching experiences. Since it is foolish to dissect emotion with something as crass as logic, I won't go into the reasons of my feeling this. I would only go as far as saying that I love this. It makes my life complete. To feel that gut wrenching nervousness, that rush of adrenaline over a brilliant passing shot, an almost unannounced shriek accompanied with that raised fist at another victory, is as innocent and raw as emotions get.
If only I could feel like this for another India-Pakistan slugfest.
I don't remember the last time when I woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Neither do I remember the last time I experienced such jittery nerves regarding a sport match. What I do remember is the fact that it used to be sometime about 8 years ago when a cricket match between India and Pakistan used to trespass my dreams in the night often culminating in my getting up just on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Those were the days when taking the next breath often took a lesser priority than the next ball and when the departure of Tendulkar often meant a fresh hole in the emotional fabric of my life. It is sad that I have not felt like this since a long time now. That is till now.
For the last few years, I have gotten so ennamoured by the genius of Federer that his victories have become my own and his losses, sad heart wrenching experiences. Since it is foolish to dissect emotion with something as crass as logic, I won't go into the reasons of my feeling this. I would only go as far as saying that I love this. It makes my life complete. To feel that gut wrenching nervousness, that rush of adrenaline over a brilliant passing shot, an almost unannounced shriek accompanied with that raised fist at another victory, is as innocent and raw as emotions get.
If only I could feel like this for another India-Pakistan slugfest.
9 comments:
Federer lost :-(((((((((((((((((((((((((
seriously, whats there to live for now?
What if Federer had won? Would there be much left to look forward to? I know its kind of wierd to support defeat, but at times having a challenge is better than having none.
as I said, logic is too crass to be applied to such emotions but then I guess you are right. Still....... :-)
true... like Blaise Pascal said, "The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing."
Please correct the url of http://www.ishtiyaaq in your links from http://www.ishtiyaaq,blogspot.com to http://www.ishtiyaaq.blogspot.com. It's not working because of the comma. Best wishes.
@aabeirah: thanks for pointing this out... corrected but it seems blogspot takes time to reflect the changes.
Ya, I saw the third and the fourth set. He really did look like he might make it back in the fourth. Tough luck.
thats the worst part :-(... its cruel to raise hopes and shatter them in the span of a few minutes :-)...
Aab Federer ke baare me claycourt pe apne hopes raise karoge to yehi hona hai! :-)
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