Beyond Disheartening

As I watched the singe run roll by that made the score 122, it struck me that India,my country, is out of the Semi- finals for the T20 Worldcup. It struck but it did not sink in . I did not want to believe it. I am not a sports person, I do not get all the technical aspects of the game, but there is something about supporting the team where you are from. It is a feeling that comes from within. I understand the basics and I do not agree that you need to know every technical aspect to be able to appreciate the game. I watch it for the team and today my team did not qualify for the Semi-finals. I have always felt really horrible whenever this happened with India, but with this world cup, it was different. I followed it more closely. It was like a dam broke within, the force of it hit me slowly. I kept denying it until I had to pass the message. I have never followed the game entirely but there is a connect I have to this game, maybe because of my origin, but it is still there.
If India had lost all the matches and gone out because of its inefficiency I would not have felt this. In all reality it was due to the unruly tricks of the Pakistan team due to which India is unable to qualify. It is unfair and our team does not deserve this. WE DESERVE SO MUCH MORE.

It was painful, the truth, but it is the reality. It has such an adverse effect on me now, leaving me questioning it. Why? It is like when a parched man is shown gallons of water but is pushed back from drinking it. That is the injustice that my team faced.
The sands of times may not take away the loss soon,
but a brighter chance is as clear as it is written on a rune.

A loyal Indian,
Parvathya Sripadhan