How can we know about ourselves if we haven’t played a sport before?

The tagline sucks but i hope the blog doesn’t. A slightly distorted manifestation of the idea proposed by the great Chuck Palahniuk in his book “Fight club”.I took that line from the movie which is even more majestic and imposing.But i do not wish to delve into the arcane world of fight club, a real mindfuck!

Coming back to the tagline “How ……… before?”, Most of us who have a so-called normal life have a job we do not like. One would rather enjoy tilling the vast green fields of scotland.One would rather be a football scout travelling places and watching young talents play.A person can do a million other things more effectively than whatever he is doing now.

Man is the greatest robot invented by man. The life we are living is robotic with the experience of the same emotions daily as if chosen by a master.Any software pro experiences emotions not very different from any other software pro’s.For that matter they are not different from any other white collar’s emotions who is working a 9-5 job.Every person is different from another.He must be, thats what makes us unique and human.

But then there are always times when I have vicarious experiences.An epitome for the same is sports. Every time i see a Rooney piledriver, a great catch in the slip or a sloppy Dada in the outfield, reminiscence takes me. I become nostalgic. Every morning when i getup to jog i cannot run more than a kilometer and start panting, but when i am on that field i keep running continously for one and a half hours for the football and can still find the strength to fight the opposite team when in a feud.A surge of energy, the adrenaline pumping into my brain, i do not know where do they come from, but they do.
I am apathetic towards the insipidly palid day to day activities at my workplace.Who the hell cares if person besides me got married yesterday or if i do not know the names of every single person of the group.Why do i want to know all that? To act as if i do,it is not me, the real me is somewhere inside the deepest places of me.

In the day to day life, i am very friendly to all my peers, if they do something wrong to me i keep my cool, i let go. But when someone on my team drops a catch, or gives away a goal in the playground, ill scream at them, the profanity in me comes out with no regrets. So,when was i posing and when was i being myself? That is not even the question to be asked. The question is why am i posing at all? Why do i act different than someone who i am ? Why am I supposed to ostensibly manifest an artificial countenance upon my face?

The last time i was scared shitless was when i had three strikers coming on my goal with the football and no-one behind me. The last time i felt tense was before the penalty shoot-out that was to decide the fate of the tournamant. The last time i felt on the top of the world was when i hit that penalty.
I remember them because no longer do i experience those emotions.If someone does, he is doing what he is destined to do.It is when you are playing with people who are in the same state of mind as you are, apothegms like trust in others, believing in them suddenly start making sense. It is when one can understand what true team-work is.

I do not consider appearing for an exam scary, I do not consider appearing for a presentation to the client scary. I am no longer concerned about what my boss thinks of me. I no longer am concerned what is the befitting appraisal for me this quarter. This blog is not meant for sissies who would shit in their pants just by the very thought of flunking their semester. I am darn sure they never played a real game.As very correctly said, a man can only know himself if sees himself act under great depression, under state of great mental stress, as if in a war.We do not have any great war, we do not have great depression,games are the only ways through which i can see myself, i can be myself and i do.