Chasing a medal at Rio from Satara district, Maharashtra, Lalita Shivaji Babar, a long ago, did not know Puma. Went to a shop, picked up Pama for Rs.1,500, perhaps the entire earnings of her farm parents. The story is said by Shivani Naik, who else. Babar perhaps missed the other day a last kick to finish fourth; is through into the finals and going by timings, an Olympic medal may not dress her neck. Of that me am sure; she, possibly, has to be in the lead pack keeping in reserve a last dash, come what may, in the 3000 metres steeplechase. Years ago, a lovable and venerable John Crasto, the athletics correspondent of the Times of India, told me, that is easily said and written; doing it, well....but me believes the Satara lady can do it. For the next two days, me head is full of Dipa Karmakar and Lalita; cant sleep, cant read, cant do anything till the races are over. Now is into Teachers Whisky. Well gentle reader, if there are any, why this hyper? Maybe, they are doing something me could not do; never a sports journalist, not an athlete. Sports lends innocence to me living; doping, fixing et al, does not permit the primeval innocence of a child; yet sports is the best hope for a choppy world of guns, faiths and flags; world in prayers, gods, books, poetry...nothing gets me into being a human than sports. A George Orwell will scoff me; for Orwell sports could be a Third World War; America versus China versus who knows. Since August 5, has been on TV, the skipping sleep, as sports alone throws up handshakes, hugs and hallucinations. There is a compassion about athletics, about sports; the victor understands the vanquished as another day the victor becomes the vanquished; yet there is hope and loss of hope; nothing else has. For four years you prepare the body; stumble beside running lanes; sometimes proud to have a gold disc round your neck... thats not there in anything but sports defined anyways. Phelps, Bolt ...Mohammad Farah, Ayana ....ooof ... impossible world champs .... or as Guardian says ridiculous champions ... Babar and Dipa are statements of the poor from India .... Marxian idioms of the poor in India... no hopers designing their hopes.... giving me and India a teeny weeny moment to dream .... this fever was long ago when Milkha Singh and PT Usha ran their feet out... again Marxist theorems...just failed. Ladies Dipa and Lalita .... even if you do not get medals to bite ..... you are great putting Indian into a dream ..... me in a swhirl.. am sure you are into one. Now medal your dreams. GO.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
GO, Dipa and Lalita
Chasing a medal at Rio from Satara district, Maharashtra, Lalita Shivaji Babar, a long ago, did not know Puma. Went to a shop, picked up Pama for Rs.1,500, perhaps the entire earnings of her farm parents. The story is said by Shivani Naik, who else. Babar perhaps missed the other day a last kick to finish fourth; is through into the finals and going by timings, an Olympic medal may not dress her neck. Of that me am sure; she, possibly, has to be in the lead pack keeping in reserve a last dash, come what may, in the 3000 metres steeplechase. Years ago, a lovable and venerable John Crasto, the athletics correspondent of the Times of India, told me, that is easily said and written; doing it, well....but me believes the Satara lady can do it. For the next two days, me head is full of Dipa Karmakar and Lalita; cant sleep, cant read, cant do anything till the races are over. Now is into Teachers Whisky. Well gentle reader, if there are any, why this hyper? Maybe, they are doing something me could not do; never a sports journalist, not an athlete. Sports lends innocence to me living; doping, fixing et al, does not permit the primeval innocence of a child; yet sports is the best hope for a choppy world of guns, faiths and flags; world in prayers, gods, books, poetry...nothing gets me into being a human than sports. A George Orwell will scoff me; for Orwell sports could be a Third World War; America versus China versus who knows. Since August 5, has been on TV, the skipping sleep, as sports alone throws up handshakes, hugs and hallucinations. There is a compassion about athletics, about sports; the victor understands the vanquished as another day the victor becomes the vanquished; yet there is hope and loss of hope; nothing else has. For four years you prepare the body; stumble beside running lanes; sometimes proud to have a gold disc round your neck... thats not there in anything but sports defined anyways. Phelps, Bolt ...Mohammad Farah, Ayana ....ooof ... impossible world champs .... or as Guardian says ridiculous champions ... Babar and Dipa are statements of the poor from India .... Marxian idioms of the poor in India... no hopers designing their hopes.... giving me and India a teeny weeny moment to dream .... this fever was long ago when Milkha Singh and PT Usha ran their feet out... again Marxist theorems...just failed. Ladies Dipa and Lalita .... even if you do not get medals to bite ..... you are great putting Indian into a dream ..... me in a swhirl.. am sure you are into one. Now medal your dreams. GO.
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