THE POWER OF A WET TENNIS-BALL

 




“From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree;

from the bamboo, learn of the bamboo.”

A Zen proverb

 

 

I see the entire Cricket-loving world around me going hysterical over Team India’s performance in the ongoing World Cup – and, particularly on watching the terrific display of bat by Virat Kohli  and mesmerizing spell of bowling by Mohammed Shami  in the Semi Finals…

“Why not?” Yes, why not the world around me and I celebrate what is worth celebrating? Why not heap praise on those who deserve it?

So, I, too, am still not done with this hysteria… The Kohli’s bat and Shami’s bowl still keep me awake… Yes, Sir, they do.

But, in the midst of all this hysteria, my thoughts go to one quiet and composed man, who is the head coach of these Gladiators of a team – Rahul Dravid…

The deep seas are always quiet, you see. Rahul Dravid – ‘The Wall’ – has been always so… And, I have always loved and admired him for that…

As a teacher of young college-kids, every year, I get to teach a couple of gifted boys and girls, who, like a Virat Kohli, a Mohammed Shami, a Neeraj Chopra, a Mary Kom, a Sania Mirza  – are busy pursuing a dream to be stars in their respective sports – Cricket, Tennis, Badminton, Football, Table Tennis, or Athletics… They play at different levels… They cannot attend lectures in their colleges or classes… They cannot attend the parties and fun activities which their friends do… They and their parents have to go through this ceaseless anxiety in them: “Will it ever happen?”… I mean, “Will a Dravid or a Sania ever become what they aspire to be?”

It has never been easy for any young kid to make it to the top in any sport. Talent alone doesn’t help them… Discipline alone doesn’t help them, either… And, I won’t talk about Luck. Maybe, all of them, with God’s grace and loved-ones' support, do.

I know, that God helps only those who help themselves… Yes, I know. So, I, too, keep hammering this truth into every young kid who aspires to excel in his/her sport… or in any field, for that matter.

Talent, discipline, ambition, hard work, patience, perseverance, determination, resilience, mental toughness, and ability to adjust with people and situations – yes, these have to be in place, before loved ones and God come to help…

The fire in the belly means fire in your own belly, Honey!

Almost every sports star – particularly the ones from Cricket – have an inspiring story to share. Many of them have extremely-humble background… They have done it with tremendous amount of determination, perseverance and hard work. In me, frankly, this side of their story causes hysteria… Not the ‘glory’…

The glory goes… Not the story!





In 2013, Rahul Dravid was invited to be the Chief Guest at the graduating ceremony of BITS-Pilani (Goa campus). In the short speech he had delivered before the fresh graduates, Dravid had shared several insights into success in life. Among these was the popular story of ‘The Chinese Bamboo’. Ever since I first heard this story from Dravid’s speech, I have incorporated it in my own 'everyday speech' to my own young Dravids… “Sweethearts, the legendary Chinese Bamboo doesn’t grow ninety-foot tall in six weeks… It does in five years and six weeks.”





That’s a powerful story. In this Blog, I thought of talking about it - and this quiet and composed man, Rahul Dravid –  before the hysteria would end…

Yes, one last time: “The glory goes… Not the story.”

 

GERALD D’CUNHA

 

Pic’s: 1. www.ibtimes.co.in 2. Pixabay

 

Video: ConquestIITJEE

 

 

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