Nadal – The King of Carlo

 

It was one of those days when I prayed earnestly for the victory of the King of the clay.  Like all other fans, I knew he is the juggernaut on clay. But with Raffa, I felt everybody would fancy their chances.  Inspite of his invincibility on clay, his recent exploits on hard courts were bound to take their toll.  And I do respect a murray, n djoker.  I am not putting Roger in the same sentence as those, but Roger too.  And on a very good day, Davydenko can be a handful.  Nalbandian and Nadal never met on clay, but Raffa confessed he is scared of Nalby on hard courts.  So, I knew the semi final would be a test.  I knew the final wouldn’t be easy. 

It hasn’t been Raffa’s best start to clay season, since I have started to follow tennis seriously.  I remember last year, Raffa entered the pre-French open tournaments with a double aura of invincibility (was it Verdasco or Lopez who said that Raffa was destroying everyone in practice matches!!!).   Except for that setback due to blisters in Rome, Raffa pretty much roller over everyone, losing perhaps a set here or there (the memory of the second set of Hamburg 2008 springs to life).  But this week, I was watching a different Raffa.  Not the one whose service improved by leaps and bounds on hard courts.  Not one who would risk blisters on his feet before risking an unforced error.  Not the Raffa of 2008.

And so, Raffa’s current and future rivals have found chinks his defensive armor that can get them close enough to take a set off of him.  Especially on his second serves, I noticed that the Djoker today was attacking from inside the baseline, swinging with abandon, and all the while pushing closer to the net.  I worried about Raffa’s serve, I worried about Djoker’s shots that were clean winners, I worried about Djoker’s strategy at the net (because he was successful).  In short, Raffa was falling short, and the djoker was executing his attack first, defend later strategy brilliantly.  If he could only hold his serve, he would come off a winner.  Raffa was struggling to hold his serve, he was struggling to attack for the whole of second set and a better part of the third set.  But as always, his defense and his will pulled him and Djoker’s offense started to crumble.  His set morphed from better with the break he got back, to bitter when he tried to end the points too quickly, and paid the price.  And my prayers were answered.

I was watching a discussion on one of the tennis forums about how Raffa’s level was strangely subdued that allowed Novak to come off as a brilliant player.   Some Novak fans (in fact one) took extreme offense at this.  And I was wondering, if, as fans, we are always trying to rationalize the performance of the stars we support with labels and grades.  But there are facts and stats too.  None of them alone tell the whole truth, and the whole truth is greater than the sum of its parts.  I have seen a lot of discussions about the Roger-Raffa rivalry, where the interpretation of results have been biased by the discussers (no red underline, so this word exists!! Yay!!) based on who their favorite player was.  The argument usually runs like this - “A won because B didn’t play at his usual level.  All you have to do is look at how B played against other opponents and if he (am talking ATP here feminists) could have played at that level, then he could have won.”  I agree that there is some truth to this.  Player’s level ebbs and flows all the time, and it is difficult to maintain the same level throughout the year.  Some can maintain it for a day, some a week, some a slam, some a season.  The Great players, play through the ebbs and flows, and more often than not find a way to win in dire circumstances.  But I doubt if they can win all the time too.  And the flow of their momentum does depend on who is across the net too.  Nadal on a bad day can roll over Stapenek (no offense to Stepanek), but would find it that much more difficult to roll over a Fed / Murray / Djoker or even a Del Potro (though I still think we somehow slipped into an alternate reality for that result).  But is we talk in terms of what might have been, the only objective way is to talk what the result would have been with the “best” Federer of 2005-2006 with the “best” Nadal of 2008-…. (I am hoping he will have a long streak) with the best of Murray…. and there is no way of knowing that.  All we have is now.  And the instantaneous effect the players have on each other and their results.  So for me, the most objective result is to accept what it is and conclude that A was better than B on that particular day (or A is better than B on most days on this particular surface!!!).  but hey, if I was objective,  I wouldn’t call myself a fan.    :)

The Far End of A Long Journey

I kham kvery khappy!  I suck at Raffa impersonation, but the fact still remains -  I am indeed very happy.  At the end of 5 long years, after innumerable vacillations about whether it was the right thing to do, whether I was the right one to do it, whether it was the right time to do it, I finally went into Harris Engineering Building 3, Rm. 102, at 9:30, on April 3rd, 2009.  I couldn’t help but notice the motif of 3 in the numbers.  9:30 –> 9+3 = 12 –> 1+2 = 3.  My defense was to start at 10 and end at 12. 12 –> 3.  Harris Engineering Building 3.  Rm 102 –> 1+0+2 –>3.  I had 5 committee members, of which 4 showed up, one of whom was my advisor. So I was effectively selling my research to 3 committee members.  Call me crazy, but I guess 5 years of “research” trains to see patterns everywhere.  Never mind if they exist only in your thoughts.  Reality is what you make out of random instances.

Any who… the two hours ending at the stroke of 12:13 (there the 3 is again), I got the approval signatures and… and… and… I have never felt so blank in my whole life.  In a good way.  I remembered those days of uncertainty after I got accepted into the PhD program about what my research would be.  I remembered how I had told all my friends every semester that I was closer to graduation, believing sometimes, not believing it at others.  I remembered my time fishing for a problem and facing problems.  I remembered those days with questions.   And I was glad to have answered all of them on the 3rd day of the fourth month.

People have asked me how I felt after the defense.  I thought I would be overwhelmed with joy, sense of achievement, pride, and all the positive emotions overflowing through my  psyche.  I was (and I still am) surprised that the only strong feeling that I have had, is the feeling of relief.  May be I need my family and friends around me telling me that it is a big achievement.  But somehow, I am just glad it is over.  Glad to be ready for the next phase of life.  Glad to be facing the next uncertainty (did I say that too soon??).

But most of all, I hope and wish that getting this degree finally keeps me on the ground, gives me the humility because one of the biggest things I have learnt through my PhD is that you can’t answer all the questions.  There is so much to learn, so much to answer, and so less time.  The only way to be perfect is know that you are imperfect and give yourself time -  to get better.  I hope I get better and better everyday, learning something new, and enjoying it.

So close….

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