French Open 2012
match of round 4 . Novak Djokovic is two sets down
against Seppi , but hardly any sign of stress could be seen on his face. The almost invincible challenge brings out
the best in a fighter , every time , like a lion waken up from slumber. He had done it several times earlier, like any
other fighting legend , rising from the ashes , returning from the abyss ,
again and again . Seppi hardly got a chance in the next three sets to close the
match that looked so much of him , just remained a spectator of the greatness
of a fighter , risen to the best to come back as strong as one could imagine.
Quarter Final . Djokovic against Tsonga. Tsonga two sets up
against Novak and the fourth set into the tie breaks , an all time great match
in the waiting. Novak denied Tsonga four match points to clinch away the Set.
Tsonga could hardly believe it . It was as much a mental game as of the techniques
and power, and Novak overpowered the opponent denying a victory that looked so
He was absorbed in curves of the woman, stripped to half, curled up the sofa, enticing a hundred like him waiting for the signal to turn green- in the hoarding just across the fly over. Suddenly, could realise the exponential rise of decibel level of honking behind him, jumped on the race. His horny vehicle rubbed against someone’s wife’s car.
He lost thousand bucks.
Half a thousand to the lady in the car , rest for the familiar face in white dress , always praying for someone , sometime to lose control.