I couldn’t watch the final of the US OPEN because I live in Dubai and obviously the timings vary between the two countries. To give you an idea, 9pm of Newyork means 1am of Dubai. Obviously I waited until 1 for the match to start and 1 hour more because there was a delay due to the weather. As there was no prospect of the match getting under way soon, I slept. Upon waking up, without doing anything, still in bed, I opened up the tennis.com website on my iPhone to see the result. As the page appeared, my eyes were wide open at seeing the face of Djokovic with the trophy. Obviously as you might know by now, I am a Roger fan. So it hurt me obviously because I had my heart for Federer to win the trophy. But Roger losing was one thing that saddened me but more so was the belief that I had in him to clinch the trophy of a Grand Slam this time. It wasn’t just a belief but my sixth sense that constantly kept telling me that he would surely win this one, about which I have written in my previous blog. I had such a strong gut feeling after his win against Isner that I had already started celebrating way before the quarterfinals has begun. But that wasn’t to be. So this loss has obviously saddened and angered me, so much so that I didn’t feel like talking much that day. I didn’t feel like watching highlights right away, as I knew the result .It was a disappointment, no doubt. So at the end of that day, when the exasperation and sorrow had lessened a bit, I had the courage to watch the highlights. I even watched the presentation trophy afterwards, talk about courage! As I had my eyes and ears fixed to Roger’s reaction and his talk at the ceremony, to be honest it gave me such a comfort that no Roger fan or journalist could have given. His short announcement “ I will see you guys next year” and the way he said it, reassuring us that he was more than ever determined, was more than enough to give me a huge relief. That is why I along with millions of my comrades been following him from years and will continue to do so till the day he says goodbye to the sport.
Alright! So as you know the title name, NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, you may already be giggling within yourselves, right? I know, and it is true, remind yourself of one of your friends, with whom you were sharing stories one day and he started like “dude, you won’t believe me what happened that day, i nearly died.” And amid his narration of the story his face expression changing to a funny, still frightening one, and at that very moment, you realise you can’t control your chuckling anymore and you burst out laughing! So don’t need to control your laughs, you FOLKERS! I hope whatever i had to go through that day, one day you may also experience the same thing! huh!
So what happened was, i went to this adventurous park full of weird, lizard, crocodile, dragon, you name it, all these scary animal-shaped rides. Me and my friend were laughing our asses off seeing the expressions on the faces of those riders which were full of horror, their red faces changing to the most yellowish you could think of as they were about to experience the most freakish of all the rides. Then all of a sudden this bitch friend of mine, i dunno what on earth happened to him that he couldn’t enjoy the pleasant moment and shouted in excitement, “I am going in that ride right now and you are coming along!” And at that very moment my laughing at those poor riders which i thought would cause my intestines to come out of my body, had converted to the very WTF?!! expression you could ever imagine. I was like dude, are you f****ng serious? Instantly i refused to go along. In his reply, this buddy of mine didn’t do nothing, nothing he said or did but…..but gave me such an annoying stare that i knew that the consequences of going in in that ride were bad but the aftermath of my refusal would be worse. So half-heartedly i agreed and went along with him.
As we settled down into our seats and fastened our seat belts, i looked around and realised, the ride was full and that it could go off any moment. That was when i closed my eyes and talked or at least tried to talk to god for the very first time, it went off like this, “hey god, i hope you are doing well, but to be honest, i m in a spot of bother here as you can see, i know we haven’t communicated with each other for a long time, but help your poor creature out here won’t you?( Now obviously i was feeling a little guilty at that moment, of course i didn’t show that to god, you see, you have to be assertive as not to be denied of your request, specially to god. But the irony was that god knew all the stuff! He knew that i was the guilty one, that i was contacting him after a while and that too when i was in trouble. So i further pushed for my plea and started shouting “i am sorry, i am sorry, i am sorry, it won’t happen again!” My friend and the others in our row seat upon hearing my cry for help had the time of their lives, their laughing and chuckling and their irritating consolation added only anger to my already frightened situation. We were in the middle of this so called adventure, when suddenly the ride stopped and i realised that my position was up sided down, i could see the vague images of the people down there, shouting and laughing to their folks, all the while i was cursing the in-charge of the ride, “How could you be so heartless??” I started screaming and forcefully closed my eyes, when i realised i was nearing my death. And then i had a go at the god, “Ok god, i guess you are insisting that we meet each other soon, obviously you can’t wait a little longer, I’m just 21! Come on! I am not even married ;( Help me, would you?! FOR YOUR SAKE!” Then downward the ride went and stopped. “God finally listened to my cry for help,” i thought. Only upon then, everybody including this monster friend of mine shouted, “once more, once more!” My reaction to those demons was “Oh Yeh? Bitches! you can enjoy as long as you want, but i am off from here.” Still in trauma, i somehow managed to get off from there and swore in my heart if i ever went even close to that devil of a thing.