Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash
---- Leonard Cohen
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Playing the game.....
Three portraits . Serena Williams at her profane best. Roger Federer at his defiant best. And Sachin Tendulkar, at what else, his BEST ! All happening in the same two day span.US Open . Sri Lanka.
She flies off in anger, burning words, waving rackets and balls,... then asymptotically apologetically reaches normal playing for herself as the prize money blinds.
He struggles, returns, petulantly angry, with a perceived loss, unhappy with a newbie who seems to push the rules. Yet he plays for himself As an imminent record blinds.
But another, in a gem of an island in the Indian Ocean, swipes and pulls his team wordlessly to victory, playing for all; While he himself is happy, looking up at Someone Up There, who smiles down at him, and says, "Thats how a game is played, son, jai ho!"