Federer - may need a fire in his belly for US open.

What really made me worrisome in his recent losses like he did not care enough inside/outside of the court to change the outcome and the fire inside the belly was not simply present. I am not undermining his ability to win still or his enormous talent.

Recently Ryan Harrison made similar comments about champ, which were not apprpriate though.. 

But the intense keenness to win matches was not there simply might be he is saving it for slams and I am one big fan of his ability and craftiness to win points.

What really concerned me is his return game in all these losses and his serve simply cracked when he needed it most, so may be self belief is also hurting a little bit and who knows may be he is hiding some injuries.

 

The unequivocal lines from the movie Gladiator haunt me as I wonder if I am witnessing the end of a tennis era.The majority of the tennis world certainly hopes not but fear age and on court miles are catching up with our tennis hero.

This was cruelly emphasized by Jo-Wilfred Tsonga at the Rogers Cup in Montreal, as he dispatched of Roger Federer for a second time this year including a crumbling third set in which the legend almost went without a game.

Most observers want to believe that Federer is still the best and most feared player on the planet. They still want to see him glide through tournaments without the loss of even a solitary set. Even if he does lose a match we want to find a good excuse. The mind still somewhat believes that it is 2006 and Federer has just won Wimbledon, following this he takes the Canadian title then goes on to clinch the U.S. Open. It’s supposed to be Rogers Cup at the Rogers Cup. Every cup is supposed to be Rogers Cup.

In truth Federer has not won a tournament since January.  He is suffering. He looks beatable and might be trying too hard to capture his old form. We wonder if he should retire but we would rather believe he can hold on like Sampras and get one more slam? We don’t want to see him hang up his racquet. And when he does leave us we want him to leave as number one. But the miles he has tread are catching up on him. He’s plus thirty now. He’s married with kids. Its tougher for him.

Now sadly, we are all making excuses for him.

I wish him all the best for US open starting from Cincy tournament, Delpo is his second round challenge  and may be winning this one he can ride a confidence wave going in to Us open. All the very best Roger.

Self Deception

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The fundamental factor of self-deception is this constant desire to be something in this world and in the world hereafter. So we begin to deceive ourselves the moment there is this urge to be, to become or to achieve. 

     Truth is not something to be gained. Love cannot come to those who have a desire to hold on to it, or who like to become identified with it. Surely such things come when the mind does not seek, when the mind is completely quiet, no longer creating movements and beliefs upon which it can depend, or from which it derives a certain strength, which is an indication of self-deception. It is only when the mind understands this whole process of desire that it can be still. Only then is the mind not in movement to be or not to be; then only is there the possibility of a state in which there is no deception of any kind.

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बदगुमानी - suspiciousness

अश्क         -  Tears

तर्क           -  Arguments

भ्रमित       -  confuse

दौर-ए-आसमानी  -  flying high

किये बेंइन्तहां तर्क , हमने उनसे और  जमाने से 

हम  आज भी हैं भ्रमित, उनकी इस कहानी  से.   

हुआ है आहत तन बदन, उनकी  तनहाई  से 

दिले  ज़ख़्म फिर हरे हो गए हैं अश्क  के पानी से.

ढलके  हैं अश्क मेरे , शब्-ए-गम  भरी रवानी से
दर्द के चिराग  हम ने जलाये, अश्क के पानी से. 

न काम आई मेरी  जुर्रते  लब-ए-इज़हार
वो बदगुमान ही हुआ मेरी खुशबयानी से.

 

मैं चाहता हूँ तुम्हारा भरम रहे बरकरार 

निकाल दो मेरे  साये  को इस कहानी से.

मुझे  भी  जुल्म और दरिंदगी  का  अगया  है  हुनर
मिला  कमाल   ये  तुम्हारी ही  मेहेरबानी  से.

किसी  से कुछ  न  कहा  और  कह  दिया  सब  कुछ 
जुबान  का काम  लिया  मैंने   बेजुबानी  से.

अभी  इस ज़मी  से नहीं  मेरा  वास्ता उस कदर
गुज़र  रहा  हूँ  अभी  दौर-ए-आसमानी  से . 

सिर्फ नफरत...

It’s really a mystery, how do you perceive and experience the magic word attraction. Different people find different people (different aspects) attractive and they are just love struck by it at first sight. It all depends what is your perception of beauty and how did  you really build a definition unconsciously around it.

It’s all depends how the persona is built over the years, childhood experiences and of course genetic code. Some people are just dumbfounded by good deeds and some are more particular about personal appearances. Sheer talent you possess attracts some and some are attracted by your physical attributes and athletic build.

All in all it is really hard code to break, sometimes you struck by the beauty and you hardly realized it. Passion is the word we use more often but seldom can we define it?

Sometimes all the particulars suit your definition but your mind tells you something else.So bottom line is – मोहब्बत में वही एक  नजर चाहिए.  

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ख़ुलूस           - sincerity

तजे -तरार      - smart

मुस्तकबिल    - future

पुरकशिश       - attractive

साहिल          - shore

माझी            - past

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तुम्हारी   आँखों  में  कभी,   वो समंदर नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारी   बातों   में कभी,   वो मंजर नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारी अदाओं में कभी,  वो आसमाँ नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारे इरादों में कभी,  अपना   सपना  नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारे नजदीक रह कर भी,  कभी  तुमको नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारे दरमियाँ  रूक कर,   कभी साहिल नहीं देखा 

तुम्हारे महफिले खुलूस  में,  कभी आमंत्रण नहीं देखा 

और तुम्हारे दर्दे बयानी में, कभी समझौता  नहीं देखा.  

तुम्हारे तजे-तरार में, कभी  संयम नहीं देखा

तुम्हारे मुस्तकबिल में, कभी तेरा माझी नहीं देखा.

तेरी पुरकशिश में, कभी संतुलन नहीं देखा

और तेरे दहकते जिस्म में, कभी सम्मोहन नहीं देखा.

तेरी किसी नजर में भी, कभी सकूंन नहीं देखा

और तेरी किसी शरारत में, कभी  बचपन नहीं देखा.

तेरी इन हजारों  अदाओं को, मैंने कभी क्यों नहीं देखा 

और तेरी इन  बेइन्तहां कलाओं को, मैंने कैसे नहीं देखा. 

लगता है अपनी  नजरों में,  मैंने खुद  को ही नहीं देखा 

जिन दिलों में हो सिर्फ  नफरत, उसने मोहब्बत को नहीं देखा.