It looked like a different day. There was a tectonic shift in my priorities - as sudden as an earthquake. I was trying to rush from office at 5 pm, I was running to a mart to buy a power cable so that I can turn on my TV. Why so much of a rush given I am otherwise such a laid back individual? Must be something important.
Yes, it was. It was Nadal vs Djokovic. Though the timing of their ties has been moving in the reverse direction of the tournament, the emotions tied to them have only soared. And you feel that your support is what matters for them to win the match, like you care for a loved one. Like all of the supporters consciousness's merge and give the player a resonance boost.
Its not just tennis, that I crave for when I watch their matches. Its subtler than that. Its deeper than that. Deep inside them, and deep inside myself I feel a connection. There is a sharing of ideologies dancing to underlying rhythms and melodies. The degree to how much you are ready to accept the opponent's aggression, the threshold where you explode, the extent of struggle when you are not in the zone, the inflexion point where you fight back, and a lots more. The positives in the losses, the loss of confidence even after wins. Connecting to (Or atleast assuming to connect to) each of those thought forms as they arise, and creating a response thought is what makes me watch these matches so religiously.
But then Nadal lost, and he lost again and again. With every loss, the pain has piled up. But then that's where the pleasure is - after the struggle to clear up this pile
