It was a tense evening for me since Sri Lanka had crossed my predicted score of 225, thereby making me doubtful if India could chase down that score.
And the chase had hardly begun when the wind was completely knocked out of my chest with India’s two anchor pillars back in the hut, with a feeble score of 35 on board, making me believe the fate of India was sealed. I packed my bag from office and headed out to unwind, still hoping for the best.
I went to a nearby “machine water cart” to buy a glass of water, where I found a young boy, 13, with a half buttoned shirt, trousers rolled up to the knees, following each and every ball on the speaker of his mobile phone.
I asked him about the score and he said India was playing, and we were two wickets down. I expressed my fear and he boldly, without an iota of doubt, replied “jeetenge to hum”, just that it might look difficult.
The young boy’s answer was so magical that it made me realise the way I was living my life, giving up the moment things looked difficult, and perhaps that was the reason which kept me from reaching the places I always desired to.
The “power of intent” is what I always missed on whatever I decided to do.
It was the missing power of intent, which created self-doubts, leading me to just drift in the state of my life.
That evening was a turning point. I dumped my plans of a lazy evening and darted for the nearest pub to witness the final match, but this time with the newly discovered secret of the “power of intent”.
We won, the “machine water cart” boy had won and so did the millions of Indian hearts who had intent to win, and the Indian team that had scripted the win a year ago. But I won the most powerful lesson, the “power of intent” to see India pick up the World Cup.