One of the least covered but most sensational sports run of recent times has to be the fearless display of gut, glory and grace by the Iraqi national football team in their dream run to the Asian cup final. Their performance is the stuff that dreams are made off. It was nothing less then a fairytale story coming true.
The Iraqi team has show great potential before. They have reached the semifinal of the 2004 Athens Olympics and also the finals of the Doha Asian games. But nothing could be compared to reaching the Asian cup final for the first time ever, defeating teams playing their full strength which includes world cup semifinalists South Korea.
This blogger due to his innate inclination towards dark horses was visibly moved and inspired by their achievement. Football is a beautiful game, the primary reason for this being its ability to bring a smirk in the face of the most miserable beings in the world. As if by a divine intervention Football makes people forget the Hell around them and simply allows them to enjoy the moment.
The Iraqi footballers gave their countrymen Hope. It was something way beyond aesthetic pleasure. It was security. A sense of well being that they too can now dream of being counted in the international community.
To sum it all up it was the assurances that ‘if our footballers can do it then so can we, in any other discipline.’
So the mass celebrations were rightly justified. After all it has been a very long time since the average Iraqi has had something to cheer about. The football crazy Iraqi’s went wild. Adrenalin was running high. It was time to sing, dance, celebrate…it was time to be HAPPY.
Just like in The pursuit of HappYness ‘this very minute part of their lives was called happiness.’
But man is mean. How can he witness the transformation of a poor, helpless nation from years of hardships to a few moments of joy? Man struck back with vengeance. Their joy was reduced to tears…tears of blood.
‘The devil hits where it hurts the most’ this was proven deadly correct.
Two suicide bombers struck during a mass celebration, killing more than fifty and injuring hundreds.
The resurgent nation never resurged. Their fairytale ended abruptly, not in the field of football but in the field of death.
The fact that it was an act of cowardice is well known. But when I first got the news I stood still for a second and introspected. I was in disbelief but I was also overwhelmed by the cruelty of man.
From deep inside a voice said ‘MAN……how mean is man?
Friday, July 27, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
POWER OF LETTERS –II
“Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
This is applicable to all. So how can our ever so powerful 26 building blocks be an exception?
Yes they are powerful and they are corrupt. This is made more than evident by the phenomena called G.P.A. My previous post tried to convey the truth-‘D’(read doom) shows absolutely no mercy.
But God and justice still prevail in this kalyug. Whenever evil has reared it’s ugly face we have been blessed with our messiah to guide us and help us crawl back to normalcy.
After being forced to succumb to the ever so powerful ‘D’ my prayers were finally answered and from the ashes of pathetic existence emerged the most unlikely savior….my HERO ……the letter ‘C’.
I never realized this obscure letter would be my brahmashtra to redeem my heart of evil and rekindle hope, faith, belief and above all the desire to win. I never realized its presence until one day it was finally morning I saw the following in my institute notice board-
BE/161/05 Bidu Prakash Das M-3 changed to “C”
HURRAY!!! Where’s the band, where’s the Champaign. Diwali had come early this year.
I was in disbelief. Could it have happened?
Could life, which screwed me up just a month before have had second thoughts and finally decided to show some mercy?
But how? My luck seemed to be worst then the chicken that tried to cross the road but know I thought may be, just may be it is not that bad.
May be its karma. May be God’s beam balance which sways back and forth took a nosedive resulting in my misery but as always in gave it’s child a hope, a support, a hero. My HERO was none other then the letter ‘C’.
So there is was my answer to the devil, my certificate of competence, my reaffirmation of faith, my death blow to the letter ‘D’.
It gave me back my lost hope, my ability to reason, my ability to fight back and WIN. For the outright havoc caused by ‘D’ (D for destruction) can only has been neutralized by the late fight back of ‘C’. But what a heroic fight back it was….Alexander would have taken note.
Its funny how one incident can make you despair and even funnier is the fact that something out of the blue can make you believe. The thing is not everybody is that fortunate to get a break after a heartbreak. I was, but may be only this one time. I learned my lesson and hopefully my readers have also.
For those in a daze even now here the missing piece-
D- 4.0 grades but FAILED (see you in summers loser)C-5.0 grades but more importantly PASS, you survived it……LIVE ON.
This is applicable to all. So how can our ever so powerful 26 building blocks be an exception?
Yes they are powerful and they are corrupt. This is made more than evident by the phenomena called G.P.A. My previous post tried to convey the truth-‘D’(read doom) shows absolutely no mercy.
But God and justice still prevail in this kalyug. Whenever evil has reared it’s ugly face we have been blessed with our messiah to guide us and help us crawl back to normalcy.
After being forced to succumb to the ever so powerful ‘D’ my prayers were finally answered and from the ashes of pathetic existence emerged the most unlikely savior….my HERO ……the letter ‘C’.
I never realized this obscure letter would be my brahmashtra to redeem my heart of evil and rekindle hope, faith, belief and above all the desire to win. I never realized its presence until one day it was finally morning I saw the following in my institute notice board-
BE/161/05 Bidu Prakash Das M-3 changed to “C”
HURRAY!!! Where’s the band, where’s the Champaign. Diwali had come early this year.
I was in disbelief. Could it have happened?
Could life, which screwed me up just a month before have had second thoughts and finally decided to show some mercy?
But how? My luck seemed to be worst then the chicken that tried to cross the road but know I thought may be, just may be it is not that bad.
May be its karma. May be God’s beam balance which sways back and forth took a nosedive resulting in my misery but as always in gave it’s child a hope, a support, a hero. My HERO was none other then the letter ‘C’.
So there is was my answer to the devil, my certificate of competence, my reaffirmation of faith, my death blow to the letter ‘D’.
It gave me back my lost hope, my ability to reason, my ability to fight back and WIN. For the outright havoc caused by ‘D’ (D for destruction) can only has been neutralized by the late fight back of ‘C’. But what a heroic fight back it was….Alexander would have taken note.
Its funny how one incident can make you despair and even funnier is the fact that something out of the blue can make you believe. The thing is not everybody is that fortunate to get a break after a heartbreak. I was, but may be only this one time. I learned my lesson and hopefully my readers have also.
For those in a daze even now here the missing piece-
D- 4.0 grades but FAILED (see you in summers loser)C-5.0 grades but more importantly PASS, you survived it……LIVE ON.
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