Life Savers, Money Makers or “Heart” Breakers

Since 1999 I have been staying away from my parents, first due to my studies, then jobs and finally marriage. Under the protection of my parents I had a comfortable life as most of us do and we aren’t exposed to the evils of the world. Let me not sound pessimistic but I want to frankly highlight the evil realities of a world which I wish and pray none of us have to face; though deep inside I think its a wishful thinking. Instead of beating around the bush, the “heart”less world of doctors is what I am referring to. I don’t know about other cities but in Bhubaneswar, last one month of dealing with doctors have opened my eyes to a set of people who are absolutely heartless. Ironically, I am talking mostly about Cardiologists.

What is our general perception of a doctor especially about the ones who are famous. That you go to them and they will know what they have to do and understand immediately why a patient is in a condition which she is in! They will be humble, reassuring, loving to the patient and also to the relatives. They will be demi Gods to us. They will ensure that they and people under them will be perfectionists. They in all their might would make the patient feel better by involving as many specialist as possible. They will not make money making their sole aim. They will not try to get rid of a patient if the patients problem is not their specialization. They will not try to get rid of the patient and her family. Most importantly they will not have bloated ego of the size of a planet. Also they are not part of dirty politics which our country is suffering from. They will treat all humans alike and with utmost care and respect.

But unfortunately, its not the case. Doctors which I encountered in last one month had none of these qualities. They needed first to understand that we have strong hold in Bhubaneswar and make all important people call from all directions to make them work. Until then they were ready to give up. Until then they were ready to take drastic steps of discharging the patient in a condition where she is not well even in my layman eyes. They could not solve a simple problem of loose motions in 12 days time and let the patient suffer because they had some bloated ego massaging to be done before they could realize that they were doctors.

Finally when the panel of doctors did receive calls from all the direction, courtesy my fathers contacts, they started working. They were ready to give up otherwise. Our frustration level was going to high levels. We couldn’t say them anything and we couldn’t keep quite as well. Saying them would mean leaving our patient completely at the doctor’s ego. Keeping mum would have meant doing absolutely nothing and waiting was life to take its own turn. We couldn’t let that happen. I wonder what these people have studied in so many years. Have they just learnt how to make money. The best of the best cardiologists and gastroenterologist were not able to make the patient comfortable. They were not able to cure the patient and asked us to just wait and watch, advised us to pray and kept there fingers crossed. How MD, DMs, gastro-surgeons, couldn’t figure out what the real problem was. And one fine day the patient herself started recovering and they still couldn’t pin-point what the problem ever was!

The doctors know that the moment they have made a visit to the patient and come out of ICCU, they would be stopped by attendants of patient to know about the condition of the patient. These were the doctors who never bothered to stop to tell the details. We had to run behind them, literally stop him from walking further and ask what is the patient’s situation today and the maximum sentence framing they could do was one sentence consisting of 5-7 words. Is that all that we would like to know after you have asked us to pray to God? Shouldn’t there be professional way of handling patients attendants too! Shouldn’t you be briefing us every 2-3 days when we have stayed there for a month. Don’t we deserve this much in the name of humanity. Any Tom, Dick and Harry becomes a doctor these days without any sense of service, respect for humanity or respect for anyone’s age. My father at 70 with a limp in his leg used to run after these egoistic set of people, half his age, to know how our patient was and I couldn’t do much but just sigh and feel sad; I saw a bigger need of the moment and kept quite.

The most astonishing and pleasing revelation was that the attendants/ sisters/ brothers inside the ICCU were more human and affectionate set of people who really took awesome care of our patient. They literally stood on a leg to be at patient’s service and helped the patient throughout. At-least they tried to bring a smile on patient’s face with their service, talks, care, love and affection. Doctors were just too mechanical. Any patient patient is just a patient and loosing a patient means nothing to them; on the contrary it meant the world to us.

There are many more heart-breaking facts and incidents that happened in the past one month but I would prefer to stop at this.

If at-least one doctor reads this, takes the content positively, works towards improvement of his/ her behavior in general, leaves the craze to be treated as God, and gives only his/ her best shot at work, I would consider myself lucky; as one doctor in his lifetime treats innumerable patients. At-least those set of patients will not be treated the way our patient and we were treated by a panel of well-known doctors.

A few words from me to all the doctors who wanted to become doctors because there was money in this profession and not because you wanted to serve the society; you guys have turned this into a cheap profession. All you guys want to do is earn lot of money, marry another doctor, together mint money, open a nursing home and lead a lavish life style. You guys are meant to serve the society, please do that. If you didn't have the sense of humanity ever in you, you might as well leave this service and open a shop and do business, convert those nursing homes into lodges/ five-star hotels. That would at-least do some good to the society. Otherwise you are doing more harm than benefit. The only benefit you are doing is to your pockets. Please stop it and turn this profession into a noble profession which it originally is meant to be.

On the verge of making a BREAKING NEWS

Two girls, employee of Cognizant fell into a manhole. Cognizant is a well known company in Z-city. It’s a pleasant evening of 1^st June 2009. It’s around 10:00 PM. The girls had fallen around 8:00 PM.The two girls are identified as Lakshmi Seth and Swapnil Arora, a resident of Q-locality. It has been told by sources that Lakshmi Seth is married and Swapnil Arora is unmarried and they stay together.They came to Café Coffee Day in Swapnil’s car to charge their cell phones as there was no electricity at their home. How they fell into the manhole is yet to be known. The rescue team arrived in 1 hour after they fell and the team members are trying hard to pull them up.

Both their parents have been informed and we are trying to establish connection with them. Lakshmi’s husband has been notified too.

Both the girls have shown a lot of courage by not screaming and maintaining their calm. This is the fourth incident in India where someone is trapped inside a manhole.

Experts and the employees of Café Coffee Day say this manhole was covered by a very thin sheet of tin and probably they both stepped on it.

Isn’t this a callous behavior shown on the part of Z-city Municipal Corporation (ZMC)? They open the manholes for their work and forget to close it properly. A representative from ZMC is still to arrive. Meanwhile let’s talk to an employee of CCD, Mr. Avinish Khanna.

TV Correspondent (TV-C): Mr. Khanna, did you see the girls falling?

Avinish Khanna (AK): No, but we heard them falling.

TV-C: So, what did you do?

AK: We rushed immediately to the spot and saw them inside.

TV-C: What did you do next?

AK: I asked one of my colleagues to go and inform our boss as we didn’t have any number where we could contact.

TV-C: So who informed the rescue team?

AK: My boss did.

TV-C: Is he here?

AK: Not yet.

TV-C: Since when has this manhole been like this?

AK: Since almost a year.

TV-C: And no one complained about it?

AK (guilty face): Not that I know of.

TV-C: Well one last question; why didn’t you ever complained about it?

AK (even more guilty now): I never stepped on it and hence didn’t know it was dangerous.

TV-C: Thank you Mr. Khanna.

AK: My pleasure.

So, after exchanging a few questions, with Mr. Avinish Khanna, we found out that even the citizens around have not paid any attention to this.

So who is to be blamed; ZMC, the citizens of Z-city or the two girls who are stuck in a stinky manhole waiting to be rescued.

With cameraman Sunil Joshi, Anjali Kumar, Star News.

BREAKING NEWS: The manhole is in bad condition since 1 year.

BREAKING NEWS: ZMC is responsible.

BREAKING NEWS: Citizens turn a blind eye.

BREAKING NEWS: Rescue team has arrived.

BREAKING NEWS: Two girls in manhole since 2 hours; not rescued yet.

BREAKING NEWS: Rescue team has thrown a thick rope.

BREAKING NEWS: Swapnil will be removed first from the manhole.

BREAKING NEWS: Should Swapnil be removed first or Lakshmi. SMS your views by typing RESCUE [Lakshmi]  or [Swapnil]  to 57876.

Sansanikhej Vardat

BREAKING NEWS: 2 ladkiyan manhole me mili gayee.

BREAKING NEWS: Lakshmi aur Swapnil phone charge karne aaye the.

BREAKING NEWS: Cell phone charge karna mehenga pada.

BREAKING NEWS: Lakshmi ki shaadi ho chuki hai to apne pati se alag kyon hain? (hahahaha)

SMS your views on this by typing Lakshmi [your views] to 57576.

BREAKING NEWS: Lakshmi ke pati Nokia Siemens Network, G-city mein karyarat hain.

BREAKING NEWS: Apke saamne sabse pehle; 2 ladkiyan manhole mein gir gayee hai.

BREAKING NEWS: Do ladkiyon ke muh par kalik put gayee.

BREAKING NEWS: Manhole mein gir kar muh kaala hua.

BREAKING NEWS: Ye vardaat Z-city mein hui hai. Z-city Municipal Corporation ke adyaksh abhi tak vardaat par pahunche nahi hain.

BREAKING NEWS: Dono ladkiyon to jyada chot nahi aaye hai.

BREAKING NEWS: Phone charge karne CCD aaye the. Dono ke phone discharged the. 

BREAKING NEWS: Nokia aur Motorola ke phones hain.

BREAKING NEWS: Battery kis phone ki jyaya reliable hai? SMS BATTERY [NOKIA] or [MOTOROLA]  to 57576.

BREAKING NEWS: Maruti Zen mein aayee thi dono ladkiyan.

BREAKING NEWS: Ladiyon ne manhole se dosti kar li.

BREAKING NEWS: 2 ladkiyan hain. Z-city se seedhe.

BREAKING NEWS: Dono ke gharwaalon ko bata diya gaya hai. Gharwaale aane ke koshish mein.

BREAKING NEWS: Ticket nahi mil pa rahi hai.

BREAKING NEWS: Lakshmi ke Pati ke reactions pata nahi chal paaye hain.

Lakshmi ke pati dukhi honge ya khush. SMS Lakshmi [dukhi] or [khush] to 57476 to send your opinion.

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Sigh! A near miss to fame. We would have made a BREAKING NEWS and would have basked in its glory for I-don’t-know-till-when. But as I stepped on the tin sheet my alert brain (pat-on-the-back) responded and I jumped off and so did Swapnil; she was also on the edge of the manhole.

Had we fallen into the manhole, sigh!

 

 

 

A morning filled with 'Nostalgia"…

I received an unexpected call from Vikram yesterday. I was expecting a movie plan or an expected surprise from Kinshu when Vikram called. When Vikram asked me as what was my plan for tomorrow from 0630 hrs to 0830 hrs, I was still sure that this was something to do with Kinshu. As the conversation concluded I had an invitation to accompany him to NDA to witness his brother’s POP – Passing-Out-Parade and I had agreed without a second thought. Although I was thinking that I would have to get up in the morning unlike other days.

I slept quite late; by 0200 hrs the next morning to wake up at 0500 hrs and I was conniving how should I deny for the plan made. But still I slept to wake up early.Nimisha came at around 0600 hrs and we set for the road to NDA on my newly acquired Maruti 800. With skeptical thought about running this twelve year old car on a highway, I headed toward NDA by one of the best made road on Pune.

This twelve kilometer travel was a bit different. It was a travel to my past, a nineteen year old past when I travelled the similar road for my brother’s POP. I was an 8 year old kid then and today I had very faint memory of what I had experienced then.

Nonetheless, as I was driving through the exclusive road to NDA, the canopy trees reminded me of the bus ride I had on the same road 19 years ago.

With a feeling on amaze, curiosity and a little nervousness, I reached the gates of NDA. Amaze as this was a different India, Curiosity as to what is NDA like after 19 years and Nervousness as to whether I will be able to contain my feelings.

We met Vikram and friends and the very well-mannered and well-toned security guards at the gate – unlike the security guards that we see in the civilian world. Very politely they checked our car and pass and asked us to proceed inside.

This was a different world altogether, clean, calm, picturesque and disciplined.

Clean: As your drive inside the gates of NDA, you have this feeling that why the whole India isn’t so clean. You end up wondering how much effort is required to keep it so clean.

Calm: You only see very few people on the complete landscape of NDA. It’s because less people stay in a large area. But, you again end up wondering why all the places in India aren’t so calm.

Picturesque: Lots of trees and beautifully carved landscapes make it so look so scenic and serene.

Disciplined: Well, discipline is synonymous to NDA. It’s because of discipline that it looked clean, calm and picturesque to an outsider like me.

We were perfectly guided to a place, once again well-planned and well-organized, to park the car. We had to take a walk to the parade ground. The walk was long but not tiring as there was so much to see; especially lot of monkeys. J

As we were approaching the ground, at various intervals, atleast 4 uniform-clad gentlemen directed us very politely to our seat. We found the group there and the parade has just begun.

The parade captain was the topper of the 116^th course and I couldn’t help remembering my brother at the same position 19 years back, commanding the parade. My memories were tainted and I couldn’t recall much but the feeling was nostalgic and emotional too.

Nevertheless, being a sister of a fighter pilot itself has given me the spirit of a fighter. In such situations, I always remember the words of my brother posthumously told by my sister-in-law to me; according to him, “I was the bravest in my family”. I was humbled but recalling these words, I always regain all my strength and courage.  

The parade went on for two hours; started on time and ended dot on time. It was flawless and whole event was the best arrangement I have witnessed in years.

The most rewarding moment of the two hours was when three Jaguars flew over us with deafening blare. It was a thrilling experience and to top it all, we had this experience twice. The timing of both the Jaguar fleet appearance was matched with starting of parade-retreat and end of parade-retreat. 

It's an amazing world of Services where so much importance is give to punctuality, discipline, character, chivalry, integrity, honour and respect for everyone. 

Its because life and death is a matter of seconds for them. Its because a fellow human-being is equally important to them as they are to themselves. Its because they have been re-taught all those values in NDA which we all are taught in our primary schools or building years. The difference is just that they religiously follow what they have been taught in day to day life and we civilians take all these qualities for granted. Its simply because they try their best to live up to NDA motto - Service before Self.

With the second thunder retreating, we rose from our seats. As requested, we gave our respect to the officers in uniform and marched out of the parade ground vicinity only after them.

On our walk back to the parking area, we did click a few snaps to preserve this beautiful, nostalgic, short-lived but fulfilling experience.

As they say a picture is worth a thousand words –so here are some clicks of how wonderful the parade was.

 

 

Faith

As a kid I was always taught that “Faith can move mountains” and I believed in it and lived by it. I had faith in everyone I knew and to such an extent that my father who preached me this became skeptical when I was in my teens; skeptical because he saw me trusting everyone around me so much and he got worried that I would probably get hurt one day.

Well, like any other teenager, I also stepped into adulthood and as everyone else I also finished college and came out to face the world. Strangely, after staying away from my home for almost 10 years now, I have a different expansion for WWW – it's Wild-Wild World.

Nevertheless, I grew older and started facing the world almost alone; facing all the issues, fighting the general convention of almost everyone in the society about females, and the list goes on and on and on. In the process of growing, I started learning my lessons of life. Everyday opened a new chapter, every city that I lived in opened my eyes to a new culture and hence years started passing by and so did my experience with life started growing. Eventually, all these learning became a part of life and I started getting used to it and being an Indian it comes as a heritage too; to adjust to anything and everything.

But one very normal evening, I went for some grocery shopping with not much cash with me. I depended on the plastic money that I had. As I was struggling to park my two-wheeler in not-so-organized parking in front of the departmental store, a boy seemingly aged between 10-12 years came towards me with a paper in front of him. With my experience from the past, I thought him to be a hoax and I asked him to go away. He insisted that I listen to him and informed that he was studying and wanted to submit the school fee which is Rs. 800 – including tuition fees, books, uniforms etc. This little information moved me and I was convinced that this child is not a con. Although I knew I had absolutely no cash, I opened my bag to check once again. But I had just Rs. 25. I showed him this. I was hesitant that I should not give him just Rs. 25 when his need was Rs. 800. He also informed me that he has collected Rs. 300 when I asked him so.

Well, I told him that I will have to go to the ATM to get the money. Although I was saying him so, I still had that hint of mistrust that he is a hoax and probably he is just fooling me. I tried to assure him but I knew I didn’t sound very assuring. Even he asked me repeatedly, “Will you come back?” before I left for the ATM.

On my way towards the ATM, my thoughts were occupied by this incident.

Whether this boy was genuine!

Whether I should return back!

Whether I should give him Rs. 50, Rs. 100, Rs. 200 or the complete amount - Rs. 500!

What if he is a fraud! My money will be wasted.

But it’s ok! It’s my good deed and it’s his bad deed – my religious preaching came into the support of argument.

We tend to spend Rs. 500 without even having a track where we have spent it – I being a spendthrift, so why shouldn’t I give him the whole amount.

OK fine, I will ask him again whether he actually needs the money and if convinced, I will give him the money he needs.

After making up my mind, I reached the place where I had last seen him. As I was parking my vehicle, I was expecting him to approach me from somewhere. But there was no one to be seen. I searched all around the place for next 5-7 minutes but I didn’t find him around. So, I decided to return back home obviously a bit disappointed.

On my way back a different set of thoughts engrossed me.

Why did the child leave!

Obviously, as I didn’t completely trust him, similarly, even he didn’t trust that I would return.

How many people who had promised him to return must have returned!

It’s the absence of faith that’s causing such situations.

What about those childhood teachings given to us that we should always keep our word!

How many of us do that! We all are just living our lives; we have forgotten what is black or white.

And, what about those childhood teachings given to us that “Faith can move mountains”;

Where is the faith!

Thus, I rode silently towards my home.

Slumdog Millionaire .....

I generally do not review any movie but this particular movie did attract me.

Before I had watched this movie, I heard lot of feedback about it; “A must watch”, “Sensational”, “You haven’t seen it yet!!” blah blah… I finally got it in my friend’s laptop and decided to see it.

I had mixed feelings after watching this piece of art. Well, the only praise I think I will give to this “over-hyped” movie is that it’s definitely a directional (only the concept of direction) piece of art. Besides that, they haven’t shown anything different. Especially, what I strongly did not like about it is that they have portrayed India in an obnoxious way; India is not about poverty, slums, cheating, dons and Mumbai is not about all these too. Numerous movies have been made in the recent past on this subject and now this subject seems monotonous. I am strongly against it being showcased internationally. It’s sending wrong image of our country.

When I say directional piece of art, I liked the way two parallel stories have been shown; the “Who wants to be a millionaire concept?” and how Jamal’s story is running in parallel. What was interesting and thought provoking was the realization that many times in our lives - we need not be just well-read to have knowledge of something. Our experiences make us very knowledgeable. Most of our Granny's are not literates but when they speak they enlighten us. They have knowledge of many things in life.

When it comes to “Who wants to be a millionaire?” (Popularly known in real India as “Kaun banega Crorepati?”), I don’t remember either Amitabh Bacchan or Shahrukh Khan ever mocking any contestant who hailed from humble or poor background unlike the host in the movie mocking Jamaal as “Chaiwala” or “Call Center Assistant”.

In real India even the literates and well-educated people prefer speaking in Hindi or their regional language other than obviously formal/ office environments. And we saw slum dwellers speaking in fluent, accented English!! When China and other countries can enter International Film Forum with their national language or any preferred language (with subtitles) why can’t India? Why is India still a slave of the British subconsciously? Why is Indian cinema trying to appease the jury by speaking in their language when we Indians can easily feel that what is being shown is not reality?

At one point in the movie an urchin (Jamal) is thrashed by the driver of American tourist, and Jamal asks the tourist “You wanted to see the real India, this is real India!!”. To that the American tourists give the urchin some good amount of dollars adding that now you’ll see some real America. What was the assistant director (an Indian) doing when such a nasty script was being directed? Is that the real India? That is India but not the real India. Atrocities towards the weak and poor are in all the countries. Is real India the largest “Dhobighaat” in Asia? Aren’t there better things to show in India? There definitely is. I get reminded of a shot in the movie “Munna Bhai MBBS” when “Circuit” scolds a Chinese tourist by saying that “Can you see only poverty in India?” when he says that he wants the picture of poor and famished Indians?”

AR Rehman got Golden Globe award for “Jai Ho…” I am sure even AR Rehman knows that he has composed better and more sensible music in the past. He got an award for this because this movie was produced by an International Production House and had a better international visibility. This number is definitely catchy but it’s not one of those that you can listen again and again unlike AR Rehman’s other creative wonders.

The song was so misplaced; this movie did not require a song. The choreography was utter piece of shit. How can slum guys pull off salsa/ jive steps? A realistic movie does not have a song after the last scene with a crowd dancing with the lead characters. And above all the crowd comprised of local train travelers. Who in Mumbai does this? Who has the time to dance on VT (CST) platform?

All in all, it can be watched once and you like the movie because direction is good, actors especially the kids have done wonderful job, and because there is lot of pathos and revelations about a section of society which is different than ours. It can be watched because it’s a story of hope, a story of realizing that it’s not just by proper education or literacy we can become rich or change our destiny by 180 degrees; we can do by just being aware, by being at the right place at the right time, by having focus, by working hard, by keeping your head at the right place even through adversities and by not going astray. We have many examples of such people in our country and elsewhere who were not educated (in term of having n number of degrees) but made it big in their lives.

Nonetheless, it’s not a movie which should be sent to international platform, appreciated or for that matter even awarded. I do not take pride in the fact that this movie has brought us awards or can bring us more. If we are getting international awards for such movies, we better not. We have seen better movies in the recent past like Wednesday, Mumbai Meri Jaan, Munna Bhai MBBS, Rang De Basanti to name a few.

Well I’ll end my review in “Kaun Banega Crorepati” style. :)
How did Slumdog Millionaire become an international hit?
A. Good Script/ Direction
B. Good Cast
C. Good Song/ Choreography/ Background score
D. Sheer Dumb Luck
I would say D. – Sheer Dumb Luck.

A smile for the unexpected ....

I was waiting nervously for the cameraman, aware that there were eyes scanning me head to toe; for they were curious to know who is the new "Bahu" of Sinha family. In this state of mind I was getting various instructions from behind. To wait or to move towards the podium where we were to have our "Jaimal" ceremony. Someone came and gave me a "Jaimal" in my hand and someone instructed me to walk and I started walking. Today when I look at the photos during this walk, I am amazed why I held the "Jaimal" like that; as if I was ready to bell my cat :). It's just our subconscious mind. I saw so many brides holding it that way so I did the same.

Well, this post is not a detailed description of my wedding; it's about few incidents - good ones - which I can never forget. Once such fond memory is of a moment when I started walking towards the podium. While I nervously started, instructed to walk slowly, I remotely heard a song starting to play too... "Jab se tere Naina .... Mere Naino Se... Laage Re..." I started concentrating on it.. and only on it. I was elated from inside.. The song created the perfect mood for the situation and made those few moments of my walk towards my destiny very memorable until my focus shifted from the song to Sudhanshu....

Later I was told by Sudhanshu that he had instructed the orchestra specially to play this song when I arrive. This small information made those few moments of walk even more special.

Another such exhilarating incident is very recent and I can visualize it every day since I am here in Pune; the last evening in Gurgaon before I came to Pune. Sudhanshu and I had a small scuffle and after that I went to market to finish off a few last moment tasks. Besides completing my work, I bought a Barbeque stand for Sudhanshu since he wanted to buy it for a very long time. I reached home and asked Sudhanshu to guess; he guessed it immediately and I still wonder how he did it. Anyways he was so happy and touched (it showed on his face) and got so excited that he immediately planned to go and get the marinated stuff... and do the barbeque tonight itself. I was happy to see the thrill and excited to execute it. We bought the marinated chicken.

On Jan 2nd 2009, it was extremely cold and we sat in the balcony of our apartment for the Barbeque. Although initially we struggled to light the coal but eventually sat in the comfort of the heat coming from coal and barbequed with lot of fun. We all had one of the loveliest chicken / kabab barbequed. It tasted so nice probably because of so many emotions around it.

Well, I wonder sometimes, why some incidents leave an impact on your conscious and subconscious mind!! It could be probably because of its "unexpected" or "unplanned" nature at a given situation or probably because of the mixture of emotions surrounding it. Nevertheless, they are special and always bring a smile.

When (Sports) Men Cry

It’s painful to see a man cry. As a child, I never saw my father or brother crying; brother obviously had cried in his teenage but hadn’t seen him crying after that. I grew up with the well-spread and well-known notion that men don’t cry, and then one day I saw my father shedding tears over a situation very close to his heart and I couldn’t believe my eyes for a very long time. I saw my pillar losing its strength. Some incidents in our lives made my brother cry uncontrollably one night. I still couldn’t generalize it to Men. Later, I left my home for good and met friends (that includes my husband as well) who were family away from family. We shared and cared for each other and it was then that I found that these male friends of mine were equally sentimental about many a things in their lives and shed tears. It thus sunk in: it’s a myth - Men Don’t Cry although it’s still always painful to see men cry.

Our society has shaped our minds so strongly that anything against it is kind of unbelievable.

Yet again, after loosing to Rafael Nadal in a long four and half hours match yesterday, Roger Federer gave-in to his emotions. I would not say it was unbelievable that he lost. He has lost many a titles this year and every time he played and lost, I could feel the amount of efforts he was putting to win against his opponent. It was like he was trying to gain back his undefeated position, but something was working in his psyche and he wasn’t living up to being Roger Federer. It pained me whenever I saw him loose. It showed in his body language that he knew that if he kept loosing like this, eventually he won’t be able to retain his No. 1 position. And his strive to preserve it failed this year; although this was also the year when he closed to Pete Sampras’ record of 14 Grand Slams. But, yesterday, his dream of winning 14th Grand Slam shattered.

With his amazing performances and records and after being named the best Tennis Player in history, it’s not that he will not have chances in future…

Well, thought provoking point is that sportsmen are the strongest breed of men; they are ones with lot of attitude, style and charisma. But what I have come to realize - that’s their exterior. We tend to forget that internally, they are also humans with emotions and sentiments close to their passion – their sports. We common folks, kind of idolize them because sportsmen of Roger Federer’s caliber seem so perfect in what they are doing and what they are known for.

It was sad to see him fall every time and it was a disheartening to see him dethroned this year. And at moments like yesterday even sportsmen lose their “Sportsman Spirit” and cry like a baby, as if their toy - their trophy is being given away to someone else.