Together

Waking up today I had the curious sensation of not just being me anymore. I felt part of a collective being, part of a collection of humanity that was avidly awaiting of all things, a football match. Football in its essence is one of the only sports that is such a global binder. It is togetherness like we never knew.

Even if your country did not qualify for the World Cup finals, and aprobably never will in your lifetime, you still see kids all around you wearing Ronaldo tee shirts and Zinedine Zidane smiles. It is infectious enthusiasm at its best, it is collective emotion at its peak.

The World Cup, be it cricket or football, the Olympics, be them winter or summer and Wimbledon, are all examples of a cornucopia of human drama without its usual dull banal qualities. They are the arenas where the stardust of dreams and the biting dust of anguish can be revelled in by everyone.

Our everyday lives are private and nameless. Though we all have our own private dramatic situations these are hardly shared across the globe. Over these tournaments we connect. Without realizing and without thinking about it, we know that its not merely a game. It's a reflection of our lives.

I love football. I love it not only for the brilliant skills on display and the great qualities of the game. I also love it for the handsome men who get dripping wet in the rain and play on. The awesome men, who pour their lives into creating a sort of magic I cannot even start understanding. The awesome men who open themseleves up to millions, who show every single emotion to me and who make me adore them.

I cannot wait to watch tonite. Germany v/s Argentina, stuff worthy of the finals. I am waiting to soak it all in. And in the process, lose myself within the millions of people, who alongwith me will experience delight, anguish and witness victory tonite.

Go Argentina!!... erm.... Go Germany!!... erm... I just dont know!!

P.P (post post... hehehe... i'm clever) - I received an email from someone who likes to be called 'cool dude' saying, that he loves my words and wants to live in them forever..... hehehehe... i am touched... but with a guy who calls himself 'cool dude' I dont think I can put too much faith in his compliments.... I can just imagine my friends saying his line to me and then adding... "hah hah!.. nooot!"