Thus the SAGA – shall be missed. In my defense, I had scheduled this meeting a week ago, and India had not won the quarter final as of then. So now I shall pay a price for my planning. Shame on me!
But it is so strange, how after so many years, I am singing in my mind – “Go India Go” since this morning. I am not patriotic by any means. I am one of those world citizens. I can live anywhere (yeah I mean anywhere sensible – not the jungles of Amazon). I seriously believe that visas and passports should be abolished. They are all signs of distrust amongst the nations. I am born on this planet and I should be allowed to live wherever I want to. I don’t mind paying the taxes in any nation, as long as I am permitted to work there. Oh the world of my dreams… the one that will never exist.
But I digress. So back to my patriotism – I have not felt this strongly about being Indian since quite some time. And it is funny (read satirical) that it takes an India/Pakistan match to make me feel this way. While driving back from work today, I caught myself by surprise when I was thinking – “if we win the toss, should we bat first or ball first?” and “that I should put up alarms for 2:15am (to see who won the toss), 4:30am (check progress of the batting team) and then 6:00 am onwards, I will check the scores every 15 minutes.” Almost seems like batch monitoring schedule.
I think I might even pray today– I have forgotten the last time I actually prayed to God/or whoever- but that’s another post for another time. The latest justification my mind came up with, is that it is good I cannot watch the match, maybe I will jinx it. After all I have not seen any of the matches thus far. The last cricket match I saw was over ten years ago. Yes shame on me. But my nervous self today is same as that fifteen year old who was sitting crossed leg, biting nails with eyes popped wide open, waiting for match to begin.
Papa always said, the last 30 minutes is what counts; the remaining is just back and forth. And I followed his principle all this while. But Oh Lord, those last thirty minutes I will be in the midst of intense discussions with my team. I am picturing this scene in my mind –- Someone in the room will find out that we won, and the smiles will spread. At that point, I will just get up and say, Ladies and Gentleman, this meeting is now over, and we are going to the FINALS! But we all know that will not happen. In any case, I am waiting to celebrate India’s victory with my friends and colleagues.Not to forget that all of this depends on -IF WE WIN! I am not one of those people who will watch the game to enjoy a ‘good game of cricket’. You either win or you loose. And no matter how well you played, if you lose it SUCKS.. There is no philosophy here,it is a game of cricket, and this match is against Pakistan !
The world is balanced on a needle, and that needle is called IF. Papa always said, no one remembers who came second, everyone only remembers the winner. As harsh as it sounds, it is true. So it is great we made it to Semi Finals, it is the Finals that count, and for that India has to crush Pakistan tonight!