Convicts, Racists and Us
This universe has been created with duality. Singular existence is a significant feat, yet tumultumous experience. On the field of sport, we have to gracefully to accept defeat is the old greek saying. The gladiators fought hard to save their life and appease the populace. It seems, the Aussies living in the far continent were oblivious to these. They still prefer to adorn the prisorners garb when it comes to settling a battle on the field.
On sydney fiasco 2008, Indians recieved the gift of betrayal. It was covered with an unethical Australian topping. I was transfixed with disbelief as the well written drama unfolded. The spontaneity associated with sports was long gone, replaced by a baritone narrative. The carribean who rarely has had a liking of the Indians started cutting through the Indian batting lineup with this cold finger. It was heart rending sight, the champions were treated as priveleged while the contenders as commoners. There was no room for justice as prejudice prevailed.
In the room behind closed doors, a South Afrikaan had pulled down the shutters of equality and dressed up in a bridle that could see only Australian colors. He rarely heard us, but was keen to hear the native speak. The angel of integrity, Punter, admitted Roy was the victim of a racial slur by a brown man. The Afrikaan adjuged an Indian to be a rascist after accusation from an aborigine supported by a black ally of a white team. In a culturally diverse world, even such a team of conspirators cannot be thought to join hands. Yet, they did. The sole surprise that on an otherwise forgettable five days at Sydney.
I ask, was Darwin incorrect in proposing we arose from the race of monkeys? Has the rest of the world been blind towards accepting this? Have the great scientific minds failed where Roy arose like a beacon to identify this as racial remark? As i contemplate into this further, my mind turns blank.
The unrest of this event in beyond the SCG. The dominance of color has resurfaced. Cricket has lost in this battle of numbers. The meaning of champions has been tarnished. We have another defeat on our name, but it does not matter anymore. The mountain of statistics has finally had an avalanche. In retrospective, this game would be lost in time, but for the pantheons of sport this will serve as moment of shame, which cannot be erased from the annals of cricket.
On sydney fiasco 2008, Indians recieved the gift of betrayal. It was covered with an unethical Australian topping. I was transfixed with disbelief as the well written drama unfolded. The spontaneity associated with sports was long gone, replaced by a baritone narrative. The carribean who rarely has had a liking of the Indians started cutting through the Indian batting lineup with this cold finger. It was heart rending sight, the champions were treated as priveleged while the contenders as commoners. There was no room for justice as prejudice prevailed.
In the room behind closed doors, a South Afrikaan had pulled down the shutters of equality and dressed up in a bridle that could see only Australian colors. He rarely heard us, but was keen to hear the native speak. The angel of integrity, Punter, admitted Roy was the victim of a racial slur by a brown man. The Afrikaan adjuged an Indian to be a rascist after accusation from an aborigine supported by a black ally of a white team. In a culturally diverse world, even such a team of conspirators cannot be thought to join hands. Yet, they did. The sole surprise that on an otherwise forgettable five days at Sydney.
I ask, was Darwin incorrect in proposing we arose from the race of monkeys? Has the rest of the world been blind towards accepting this? Have the great scientific minds failed where Roy arose like a beacon to identify this as racial remark? As i contemplate into this further, my mind turns blank.
The unrest of this event in beyond the SCG. The dominance of color has resurfaced. Cricket has lost in this battle of numbers. The meaning of champions has been tarnished. We have another defeat on our name, but it does not matter anymore. The mountain of statistics has finally had an avalanche. In retrospective, this game would be lost in time, but for the pantheons of sport this will serve as moment of shame, which cannot be erased from the annals of cricket.
posted by journeyman at 11:51 AM
1 Comments:
teach me to write, man :D !!!
delightful usage of words..loved the way you've not used the names...
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