Posts Tagged ‘French Open 2009’

Okay, I’m getting over my heartbreak over Rafa losing in the French Open. It’s taking time and I’m still in therapy but I have no doubt I’ll get over it before AEGON’s queen’s club championships. I would like to thank my support group RaFans Anonymous for aiding my recovery.

I’m back to doing the basics of what I do, which is write funny stuff. It’s important to do that before beginning the next one because you do get drained after you complete the previous one. So, if you don’t want a tired new novel you’d better brush up on your joke writing skills beforehand.

You know it’s real hard being a writer. It’s hard because people assume that you’ve got an easy life. As my sister says, “All you do is read, watch television and tinker away on your computer all day long. And, at the end of the day, you don’t even have to show anything for your effort.” Let’s see, low self esteem, manic depression, suicidal tendencies, raging alcoholism…life’s a ball.

It’s even harder if you’re funny writer. People just don’t take your problems seriously. Here I am standing on the ledge, ready to jump off and my neighbor pokes her head out of her window.  “Hey, Smita what you doing?” And I say, “I’m thinking of suicide.” And she says, “Oh, new joke?” And I say, “No, I’m thinking of committing suicide.” And she says, “How about a joke before you go?”

And the pressure! Every time I see my friends, they’re like, “Written a new chapter yet?” Do I ask them, “Hey doc, cut open a new heart lately?”

I complained about feeling drained to a friend the other day. And he suggested drugs. “Nothing quite like drugs to free your mind…give you the ultimate rush.”

I looked at him thinking he was suggesting party/recreational stuff like ecstasy. Nope, he was talking about hard core stuff. The kind you shoot up your nose or into your veins. I looked at him, aghast. Like I need a new addiction.

“That’s stupid,” I said. “Why can’t I just go drag racing if I want a rush?”

He looked at me as though I’ was nuts. “Let’s see. To go drag racing you need an open highway. The closest one is Bombay Poona Expressway But to get to that you’ve got to drive at least two hours through the city. That’s four litres. Then you need another ten litres once you get onto the highway. That’s 650 bucks for an hour of fun. For that amount you can get stoned for a week!”

Boy, it’s scary what the Taliban ouster has done to the global drug economy.

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I am just so upset….So angry….I tell myself it’s ridiculous to take Nadal’s loss so personally. But is it really? Fans invest a lot of time and energy in a player so it’s very natural to feel angry when the player behaves like a jackass.

I’m not upset or angry that Nadal lost. It had to happen sometime. What I’m upset about is he went without a fight. And against whom? Robin Soderling! A middle-aged middle-ranked player of no consequence.

I’m afraid the French Open has lost its lustre for me this year.

When the match began, I expected a straight sets win for Nadal much like the Rome match when Nadal trounced Soderling 6-1 6-0, and settled down to watch a match of some brilliant shots.

Only ten minutes later I was reeling in disbelief at what was unfolding at the Philippe Chartrier court. Nadal’s returns landing too short, blazing forehand’s from Soderling, Nadal’s forehands finding the net with unerring accuracy, Nadal stranded behind his baseline. Nadal looking clumsy on clay!!!!

Throughout this year, Nadal has looked out of sorts. He hasn’t looked formidable at all. What has kept him going is his sheer will power. And Federer’s self-destruct mechanism.  But even his sheer willpower was missing yesterday.

I remember feeling the same way when Schumi lost to Alonso. But at least he didn’t go down without a fight. After seven years of reign. Now that’s motivation. Maybe Nadal ought to take a leaf out of Schumi’s book. Otherwise I fear it is the beginning of the end.

As an afterthought, if Federer doesn’t win his much coveted French Open title and his 14th slam now, he’s a bigger jackass.

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