And we lost World Cup'15 !

World Cup’15 is over and we are not winners L L L

One and probably only thing that unites Indians (at least till current generations) over Religion or any divisive politics, is Cricket. For 4 long Years, we eagerly wait for World Cup, live the same dream of winning it, pray for Indian Cricket Team, and stay optimistic till very last ball of the Game.

And this Thursday we lost semi-finals, when we were not even expecting to get through Qualification round (pessimistically or realistically). So I feel that's good enough that we reached Semi-Finals.

Still it hurts when they lose. After all it is our Team and we feel connected. J

Though I'm not any Cricket expert or big Fan, so match results doesn't bother me much after the moment. But there are real fans, who get upset when Team is defeated and overjoyed when it wins. Then, there are some, I don't think they are qualified enough to be called fans, who are fans of only victorious Team.

When Indian Team wins, they treat them like a Prince and when they lose, all hell breaks loose - Pelting stones, abuses, funny messages and what not. K

My sister was very upset other day, saying, “Didi, this is not right. At least they tried. Victory and Defeat are part of the game.” True, isn’t it? Someone has to lose to pave the path of victory for others.

This is how many or the most of us react after every such match and this is how we have been reacting over and over. Is it surprising? Well, frankly no. By nature, sometimes I feel we are a very selfish species. We just can’t handle being-hurt, being-wrong. And, we need someone to blame.

So when we are sure that India will win and it loses, we get hurt and start blaming, either players or selectors or even their spouses. Same is with life. Till you keep performing, they are all praises and once down, you are useless of them all. And then you get up again, they are again your fan.

At the end, such people don’t matter, because for them your performance, your effort doesn’t matter. All that matters to them is crying foul over everything.

Who cares, move on! Dogs will bark, that’s what they are born with. :P

“Himmat tab nahin dikhayi jaati, Jab dikhaana aasan ho !” - courtesy Bournvita J

Love you Team India... It's show time again !!!

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