Hope and the like

Sidin Vadukut wrote about how Srinath and Kumble made him an eternal optimist while watching India play cricket. Their riveting partnership in Bangalore had snatched a win from the jaws of defeat making him hopeful in all India matches.

My contention is that a lidetime of being a India cricket supporter makes you an optimist in life - not just cricket. Basically being a God Fearing country and hence being a strong believer in Divine Intervention - we are natural optimists and hopers.

A child would go to an exam ill prepared and then pray to God hoping that he passes the paper - knowing fully well that he wont as he just hasnt put in the hard yards.

So as you might make out from the garbled text above - I am clearly mixing two ideas and trying to pull out a unifying thread. To put it simply, irrational hope is something majority of us believe in and stray instances of such hope being validated push us to root for the improbable to happen because while the mind knows it wont happen, the heart roots for the romantically fabulous result.

Some F1 seasons ago - when Hakkinen and Schumacher used to slug it out - as a Ferrari supporter (which then used to be the inferior car) - I would always hope for a mechanical failure for McLaren if Hakki was leading by 40 seconds or so. It would never happen - till that last lap, where his car conked off leaving him stranded at the last corner - so much so that he could have ran across and still finished first. But the Ferraris won with the fuming McLaren stranded. And then there was precedence for such hope to fly everytime the Scuderia were trailing.

The WC Final of 2003 when Australia blasted the living daylights out of us and we were left to chase a mountain of a score - there was immense hope when Sachin hit his first ball for a boundary and then a wave of futility when he got out the next ball. Then Sehwag started whacking it, hope rose again but it reached its crescendo when it started raining. For that fleeting moment it seemed that no less a personality than the Almight Himself wanted India to win and it was Him raining in on the Aussie Parade. Out came my trumpet and on went the noise (no - not even I can describe my trumpetting even remotely as music) for those 15 minutes till they came back on to play and the irrational hope was squashed.

And then recently the famed last wicket stands for England to save Test matches - irrationally hopeful but it happened.

Point being that as The Shawshank Redemption states "Hope is a Good Thing, maybe the best of things" Perhaps so! But it is that thin line between Hope and Irrational Hope that causes trouble and maybe even miracles.

A lifetime of irrational hoping for miracles in Indian Cricket makes one an irrational hoper in life. And it is that thrill of playing the miniscule odds even in the face of certain disaster that makes the hoping worthwhile. For in hoping, you possibly lose a few hours feeling bummed that you ever believed, but for the one in a thousand chance that the irrational hope comes off - the payoff of having believed is worth the other 999 chances - inspite of the bummy feeling after it.

And then again going with the thought that you miss 100% of the chances you dont take - irrational hope atleast ensures you take the chance.