When I was around two years old and didn't understand much about tv, I used to cry whenever family switched it on. I would rather call it howling. And it was weird, for the moment the channel played commercials during the break, I used to become quiet and watch the ads with a lot of interest and concentration. The moment any serial/movie/match started, howling started too.
As a great relief to my family, this phase didn't last long. I started ignoring television like every other thing one dislikes. I never watched any cartoon or a serial. Grandparents always forced me and my brother to watch Ramayana and Mahabharata. At times I watch Mogli and Potli baba ki as brother used to watch those series, but that's about it. I never developed any interest in the television programmes.
The first complete series I ever was I dream of Jeannie. And after that - bewitched. There was a reason for that - to avoid tuitions. I hated studying. Well, who doesn't. But I was way too lazy to study anything. And for that purpose, I used to pay attention in the class so that I wouldn't have to read the same thing again at the time of exams. Studying one thing and studying the same thing again in tuition was an absurd idea. And doing homework was never ever an option - forget compulsion. I was always punished for not doing homework in school.
Thus I had practically nothing to do the whole day especially during vacations. Somewhere in late 80s, one of those summer vacations when I was in my home town and didn't go to visit my maternal grandmother, I happened to watch a tennis match. I asked my neighbour about the rules and how it was played. I found it interesting as well as confusing. But it was any day better than those headless serials and cartoons. This is how my tennis following started.
I was too young then to even know that one has to have favourites to enjoy the game even more. When I learnt that, it was Samprass Era. He was on top then, winning everything that came his way - except the French Open title. I was never a fan of world best people. I always preferred dark horses, for I considered myself to be one too. Thus I started following Agassi. I will cut the crap short about my followings after that in men's and women's tennis, but my current favourite is Nadal. No, not because he wins, but I fell in love with his game when I saw him play in 2003 or 04.
Being an Indian, your love for cricket is as natural as taking first step or saying those first words. I don't remember which sport I started watching first - Tennis or Cricket; but the order really doesn't matter. I love both equally. My love for cricket was so much back then that Dad and I used to watch even the test matches between Zimbabwe and Bangladesh. And that annoyed mom a lot. We even used to watch the repeat telecast of the matches India won!
In late 90s, I started following football. It started with watching English Premier League. It started with Manchester United. They taught me football. I learnt each and every move, rule, foul watching them play. That made me support England too in the world cup. It was for players and not for the country that I started supporting England. I swore by Beckham, more for his game.
And today I see so many people follow and support these games. And they call it men's forte. I just smile at them, for I know how much I have seen and known about these games. Each and every technical detail to players' bios - everything. But that's fine. I laugh at their assumptions secretly, I don't fight. It's useless to. But when a discussion happens about a game or a player, after knowing about what I know about the same, they do get that I know more than they had assumed I'd known.
These days I can't watch each and every game, or follow the seasons, but I try to watch as much as I can. I try not to miss the crucial games. Online streaming has made life much easier. I can switch the tabs while working, and my uninterested family doesn't have to bear with Euro 2012 matches too. Sports are the only thing I love to watch and follow. I can watch matches all day if given a choice.
Such a long post. Ignore it, it's going to be boring for you anyway! But it has to be here for my love for sports; for I breathe sports.
Hi-fives on breathing sports. I support anything that has to do with rapid movement with an aim to win.ReplyDelete
And I used to watch Jennie and Bewitched too! (even though I was a 90s kid) but they were what I watched :)
Not boring and its good to see how we grow up with sports... !ReplyDelete
Its quite strange that everytime even I write about sports... all readers develop numb fingers... ! :-/
Nice one. Liked it. It is "I Dream of Jeannie". (not Jennie). This is not to point out your typo. Just to inform you I read your posts very closely and carefully.ReplyDelete
Talking about sports, I offered you all expenses paid trip to watch the One Day Match World Cup in Chennai last year.
I have 4 tickets for the T20 World Cup cricket match (double header) in Sept of this year in Sri Lanka. We will be there. Care to join us? All paid for. So we will have your company and hae a good time.
I love football too...but I no longer watch Tennis...too busy to follow all the sport events actually. actually I hated sporte earlier and was not too keen. But living in Norway where sports is a way of life , it came ove rhe yeas. I became a football fan coz of my dad. Wome love sports to...we just love gossip and bitching just a bit more and hey, that's a sport too...mental sport hahahaha!ReplyDelete
It was not at all boring. It rather brought back very old memories for me. Thanks for that.
Haha.. just as I type this, an annoyed wife is beggging me to shut off the TV since that 'damned f1 race had ended half an hour back!ReplyDelete
PS: Sorry to nitpick, when did Kenya play a test match against Bangladesh?
Thank you for pointing it out. When one blogs at 3 am, such errors are bound to happen. I had meant Zimbabwe vs Bangladesh, and not Kenya. My bad. Made a few more errors too, corrected in time. Thank you :)
Loved reading this :) My son used to stop 'howling' when the ads came on. He represented his school in both Basketball and cricket :)ReplyDelete
Not a sports fan, not a television fan. Currently my television is out of commission ... for the last two months, and I dont even miss it! But I guess I will have to get it repaired at some point in timeReplyDelete
I am no fan of any sport,but,can spend some time watching ODIs and try and understand conversation around it from those who know a damn about cricket.ReplyDelete
Quite a sports enthusiast you are!! As for me... no tele serials for me and the sports I watch is courtesy hubby's interest in them... otherwise, I am not very keen on sports! :PReplyDelete
Sports was fun, unadulterated then. Nice to go down memory laneReplyDelete
As far as I remember I didn't like television much either when I was small. I used to be scared of helmets and that doordarshan news music. Loved cricket since I was a kid. I told people that my name is Kapil Dev, though I hadn't seen him play much. Tennis was a sometimes affair then. Yet I watched it. It was after 2001 earthquake sports took over a lot.ReplyDelete
One Man Utd vs Tottenham match changed my life,football gradually took over cricket. There was a phase when I followed basketball a lot too. Tennis came from papa a bit. Lendel, Samprass, Agassi. I became a nadal fan too. I was amazed by the speed of the play.
Sports has been one passion which I wasn't able to play much(If we don't count EA Sports) yet loved watching and following. Its like that adrenaline shot you need once in a while
I remember how I told everybody that I was Kapil Dev. I had't seen him play much still. I broke crockery in house when we lost in 96'. My football love began after 2001 Man Utd vs Tottenham match. Since then gradually it took over cricket.ReplyDelete
Tennis was like optional sport for me followed it when a kid, loved lendl, Agassi, Samprass. Then a time was blank. Came back to tennis with nadal.
Was amazed by his play.
Following sports has always been like that adrenaline shot everyone needs once in a while. A cheer of joy, a cry of loss.