MAY WHAT HAPPENED IN SYDNEY, TODAY, REMAIN IN SYDNEY
Pic.: Chetna Shetty
In
one of THE DAWN CLUB debating sessions, the topic was cricket craze. A young
boy blasted, without quoting George Bernard Shaw, “A famous man had said,
cricket is a game played by eleven fools and watched by eleven-thousand fools.”
“Whoever had said that,”
thundered another young-man “was the biggest fool!”
Ashwin, a 12th-standard
(ISC) cricket-fool had his last Board paper, today, at noon. At around 11, I
saw his FB status. “Angry… Ind-Aus Semifinals… And I am supposed to write my
last Accounts paper today!”
In the evening Ashwin
called me to say that the paper was good. “Are you still angry?” I teased him.
“Not at all, sir,” Ashwin
was quick, “I am happy I missed the match!”
In fact, like all my
fellow-fool-beings, I did not want to miss anything. So, I watched all the pre-match
analysis, assessment and predictions. I loved the way Ravi Shashtri was
answering the questions. He was the ‘Director’ of the Indian squad… He had to
be absolutely positive and upbeat. “That’s past,” he quipped to one of the questions
when reminded about some of our past debacles against Australia, “We will leave
behind the old baggage… It is a new day, a new contest.”
Will Kohli sleep
tonight?
For fools like us,
there have been countless jokes on social media… Sai Baba reminding the devotee
who wanted India to win, “Beta, it is Sydney and not Shirdi.” … The joke on the
tyre ad, where the girl reminds Kohli, “Virat,
I want you back in five minutes!”… The teaser, that to see that one run, Anushka had
travelled all the way to Sydney…
Yes, I loved all that… Like
a true fool, I have, now, put behind that match… Frankly, I am not at all feeling
tensed now as I was while watching the match…
For many fools, it may
not be so easy… They must be still ‘carrying’ the young-beautiful woman, even
now…
Even if you know this
popular Zen story, allow me to share it, here, once more…
Once,
two monks were crossing a river. The water was knee-deep. A young-beautiful
woman was frightened to cross the river. The older monk gently offered to help and
she seemed a lot relieved of her stress.
The
monk gently lifted the young woman with his hands and carried her to the other side.
Once they crossed the river, he gracefully placed her on the ground… The young
woman profusely thanked the monk and they continued with their journey in
different directions…
Hours
later, the older monk, sensing a great deal of disturbance in the younger monk, asked, “What’s weighing you down, my brother?”
“Sir,
our tradition prohibits us from touching a woman,” the distressed young-monk said
to his senior, “I am sorry to say this: but, you not only touched this young-and-beautiful
woman, you ‘carried’ her in your arms all across the river!”
“My
dear bother, I have dropped that woman hours ago and miles behind,” the older
monk said to his junior with a gentle heart, “but, it seems to me, that you are
still ‘carrying’ her in your mind!”
Hope,
all my fellow-fools have dropped behind this young-and-beautiful Sydney-woman.
Like another famous man had advised, “May what happened in Sydney, today, remain
in Sydney!”
GERALD D’CUNHA
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