Nimish Dubey@nimishdubey
I feel fortunate to have grown up in an era when India was not a sporting super power. Or even aspired to be one.
It made many of us appreciate sport in its truest sense - the skill, the nuance - and also learn to applaud the opponent. You learn to respect victory when you see so little of it.
Most of all, it taught us to root for the defeated or the underdog - heck, we were one. Zimbabwe were surprised when Indian crowds cheered them against New Zealand and Australia, even though they had fewer stars. It was just our way of saying “we have been there. We know how tough it is. We haven’t forgotten. So we applaud you.”
Victory? Victory was a bonus. It was wonderful and to be celebrated. But you know what? It wasn’t the end of the world if we lost. We still turned up for the next match. Some people did get emotional - hey, there were riots in matches and sportsperson’s houses were stoned.
But by and large? We turned up. We turned up even when we did not have a chance in hell. We did not count trophies, we did not care. We got our hearts broken.
We still turned up.
Not just for the team. But for the sport. And if not for our team, then to cheer the folks who no one gave a chance to.
As I said, I was fortunate.
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