Saturday, February 13, 2010

When sports meets middle age...

Middle age is the stage where the mind thinks it is still in its 20s, while the knees remind you that the body is a little ahead on the aging curve.

At this precarious stage of existence, for most of the people like us who grew up in socialist India where access to sport at best meant a maidan with a million folks or gully cricket or some equivalent sport, that is a tragedy.

Imagine that in middle age (roughly described as crossing 30 till nearly 50), you have access to the sports facilities that you have always wanted. Facilities, a far cry from the maidan or your own building - either via a club membership or via your place of residence. Imagine also that from those creaky wooden rackets shared by 4 people and shuttles that were used till it had one feather stuck with glue, you can buy all the shuttles that you want and all the graphite rackets money can buy. From begging at various parents doors for money for a rubber cricket ball or bats made out of coconut trees, you can buy any cricket bat. If you break someones window pane, you need not run away and can pay for it. Which means, your sports career has just begun...

It is in this scenario that the middle aged sportsman, idolizing Robin Singhs career makes his entry. The mind is willing, but the body is weak. The body has no practice, but the mind having seen Tendulkar blast his way in a Desert Storm is in an illusion of its own.

Thing is the body has moved away. There was a time, it could respond to you on a cold start doctrine. But now getting up from bed requires a warm up and cool down procedure.

So, strapped at the knees or fueled by anti-inflammatory tablets, the middle aged sports man takes guard...Imagine swing bowling, imagine a swinging serve or those dazzling drop shots that you lunge forward to take. Only problem, that the back reminds you, as does the shoulders as does the knees that, well, unless you take extremely good care of them, these are best done by professionals while we watch them in the comfort of our living rooms. But then, whats the other option? Unless you chose the carrom board...

1 comment:

mathew said...

i couldnt help smiling reading this post...so true!!! isnt it so ironic that we always have delayed gratification!!!:(