Almost everyone in my family and friend circle studied Science. Many of them are art lovers, painters, singers, dancers, movie-addicts, foodies, song-admiring people. And all of them are sports fans. My dad, brother and husband love watching all kind of sports. When Olympic happens they admire swimming, tennis and figure skating all at the same time, giving each one same importance. Love deserves attention and importance, right?
I never loved playing Football (okay, Soccer) or Cricket, but during childhood years whenever I was asked to write an essay on “Your most favorite sports” – I wrote about both. I did not want to be the one of their elevens. I just wanted to be one in the audience, admiring the art of the games. “Only eleven people can play. But they cannot win without my support,” was my excuse when I was six years old.
Last night, my friend A wrote to me, “Now that the world cup is over I don’t know what to do from tomorrow.”
“Get a REAL hobby,” I almost screamed.
I should not have done that, because I am one of them too. FIFA World Cup was a part of my life too for a month now.
I had my moments of joy and heart-breaks during sports events. Especially during world cups. And Olympics. And Wimbledon. And US open. And French Open. During every Cricket Match in which India was involved. During every football match in which Brazil, Argentina, USA were involved. During every Tennis match in which Federer or Sharapova was involved.
I am one of those fanatics. And I have company always. It is not like photography, poetry or Woody Allen Movies which I mostly enjoy in solitude; I have to, because I’m pretty alone there. It is sports where every single person in my life has opinions, strategies and favorites. It is that event in which we agree or agree to disagree to preserve harmony.
Yesterday we had a family get-together during the Final match of the FIFA World Cup. Our entire family was divided into two parts: Argentina and Germany. None of us visited those countries. I know German language, but that could not help to make me their fan. My husband did not stop cheering for Germany during their moments of brilliance and I could not be more hurt by Messi’s misses.
“Come on, Messi,” we kept begging for a goal or two. Nothing happened. I almost felt drops of tears, dried up in the corner of my eyes. “Come on, Argentina!” But No one answered to our prayers, till the last second. We, the supporters of Argentina, smiled for the first time in 3 hours when Messi got the Golden Ball.
Often during all final matches of our favorite games, we also become extremely superstitious. No one can understand why people who studied and loved Science and reasons behave like that! Once during the final match of Cricket World Cup, India was playing really great when my mother-in-law went to cook something in the kitchen. So she was requested to stay there for two hours. Cricket is really lengthy. But who’ll stop my family to believe what they want to believe! We believed that the fate and luck of the team were dependent on my mother-in-law’s movement in her kitchen. It worked too, really! Yesterday my nephew was on call when Messi was aggressively amazing. So my nephew really wanted to be on call for some time again, to help Argentina win the cup. But we, the elders asked him not to fall for superstitions. Argentina could not win!
As I grow older, family traditions like this grow on me more. It’s love, maybe! It’s the adrenaline rush, perhaps! It’s in having faith in someone’s talent. It’s in efforts to be there to help the favorite team/person win. To me, though, it’s family ritual, inevitable because of beautiful memories. I hope, our love for sports and final games stays like this forever. At least in people around me. At least during Cricket, Football, Tennis matches.
** Which team did you support? Do you have a void in your life, now that the world cup is over? Are you superstitious too, during an important match? **