Louis-Ferdinand Céline:

"Since we are nothing but packages of tepid, half-rotted viscera, we shall always have trouble with sentiment.”

W H Auden:

"But in my arms till break of day / Let the living creature lie. / Mortal, guilty, but to me/ The entirely beautiful."

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Grunting became Music because Tennis was so Great and that fetched the Gods

I am not a tennis fan. But the match between Rafeal Nadal and Roger Federer at Wimbledon 2008 took my breath and sleep away. It was like playing or watching a classical video game, involving humans. Simple, fast, accurate, surreal.

Imagery that came to my mind at the end of it all was from Indian mythology: The gods gathered in the skies over Wimbledon and did a flower-shower on the pair.

Both the champions are so unbelievably well-behaved and humble. Far cry from the days of abusive, ill-mannered Jimmy Connors and John McEnroe.

What is store for us at Beijing 2008 after cracking Euro 2008 and Wimbledon 2008?


published Asian Age July 07 2008 The Spectator

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