02 October 2020

Serena! Serena! Serena! (way beyond the number ‘twenty four’)


Serena Williams turned 39 on the 26th of September. Thirty nine is way past retirement age for most professional athletes. Serena’s sister Venus is 40 and as such still holds that longevity edge. As I write, Venus has just suffered a first round exit at the French Open at the hands of Anna Karolina Schmiedlova of Slovakia, 14 years junior to her (6-4, 6-4).

Back to Serena. She’s won 23 Grand Slams (her sister has seven Grand Slam titles). She’ll be taking on another US player Kristie Ahn (28) in her first round game.

Serena, let’s not forget, is also a mother. She’s battled injuries and personal trauma but never in her career spanning three decades has she not been a contender. In the very least, she’s spoken as someone who can spring a surprise. Most experts, for example, have picked Simona Halep of Romania to win the French Open in the absence of Naomi Osaka, Ashleigh Barty and Bianca Andreescu (Halep beat Sara Soribbes Tormo of Spain 6-4, 6-0 in her opening match), but there’s always one or two who will pick Serena. Why? Well, she’s Serena.

Halep is the favorite of course. She made it to the finals in three of the past six French Open championships. She won the Italian Open last week and now has seven career titles on clay. She’s tied with Venus Williams for the second-most among active women. And who’s ahead? Why, Serena (she has 13 titles on this surface).

Simona has just two Grand Slam titles, but is 10 years younger than Serena. Serena’s name is tossed out but is almost as though out of respect. Sure, it’s been three years since her last title (Australian Open 2017) but she made it to the final in four Grand Slam events since then.

And yet, all that people seem to care about is whether or not Serena will win a 24th Grand Slam title, thereby equaling the record* held by Margaret Court. The asterisk is because some of the titles were before the open era.

Things were different back then. Garden club tennis is nothing compared to even a minor event in the ATP circuit. To be fair though, Court did win many Grand Slam events in the open era, and anyway she had no control over tournament formats.

So what if Serena never gets to ’24’ (or goes beyond)? Would she be considered to have failed? Would it be said that Court is the greater of the two (‘She has more titles, after all!’)?  

That kind of question always reminds me of Robert Horry. Did someone ask ‘Robert who?’ Never heard of him? Well, he played basketball. Heard of Michael Jordan? Of course you have! The greatest of all time, you might think. But get this, MJ has 6 championship rings and Horry 7 (he won with the Houston Rockets, Los Angeles Lakers and the San Antonio Spurs)! In fact there are eight others who have won more championships than Jordan including of course Bill Russel (11).

It’s hard to compare players of different eras, but one does get the feeling that the number 24 is being unnecessarily dangled over Serena’s head. The question ‘Will she get to 24 (as opposed to ‘can she win the French Open,’ for example) is like saying ‘I hope she does not!’

In the next few days we will see who is playing well. In a couple of weeks we will know who won the French Open. Either way people will talk of Serena. And of course Margaret Court. Court had a great record no doubt, but 13 of her titles came before the 'Open Era' began (1968, when only amateur players competed in Grand Slam events. She won 11 of her 24 titles in Australia which didn't often draw the best players due to the remoteness at the time.

What did Serena achieve? She won 73 career titles, including 23 at Slams, 14 major doubles titles (and a perfect finals record) with her sister Venus, two mixed doubles titles, four Olympic gold medals and 319 weeks at world No. 1.

So I don’t care if Serena gets knocked out in the first round. She’s in a league of her own. Raised the bar. Set the standard. And she’s not done yet.

Other articles in the series titled 'The Interception' [published in 'The Morning']

Do you have a plan? Strengths and weaknesses It's all about partnerships
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There’s poetry and history resident in photographs

Words can be very visual. And pictures can speak. Good words and good art, that is. Art forms can communicate with one another and they communicate artist and art to us.

Now there is text and there is subtext. It’s the same with a photograph. There’s the obvious and the subtle, things we ‘get’ immediately and things that we could miss. A text can speak to us differently at different times. It’s the same with photographs, sculptures, music, dance, theater, films etc.

 

 

What this means is that there are layers of meaning embedded in art. The ‘reader’ can always misread and this is why in a sense a work of art belongs as much to the artist as to those who ‘receive’ it.

So there’s poetry in photographs and the ‘reader’ obtains it in the language of his/her persuasions, be it cultural, political, life-experience or some mix of these. What’s ‘apparent’ is not necessarily what is there. There are backstories that don’t get captioned or indeed cannot be framed.

Timran Keerthi, award-winning poet, relates a story that sheds light not on just a single photograph but on ‘seeing’ and ‘seeing beyond’ in a poem aptly titled ‘Poto Eka (The Photo).’


The Photo

It’s amazing grandpa, this photo mesmerizes
a memento of a precious past is it not?

Look at the faces alight with joy like the whitest clouds
there’s something quintessentially ours that overflows,
the history no less of the village, dear god!


is it not you, grandpa, flanked by those two young men
and  the mustached man seated there, the headman?

‘The photo was taken in seventy or seventy-one
in a time of terror what talk of joy?

with the red star as guide we fought as one pack
the mustached man, although seated here, that ratted

in the midday sun unused to the camera we weren’t smiling
It was in the evening that the two on either side were shot

to dispel the cemetery’s gloom the photo above the window I placed
everyone’s asleep in the cemetery beyond the window, but I am here .’


Where have they gone, those who smiled at a photographer? Were they real, the expressions, or else art-directed or simply a convenient disguise? What was said by he or she who stood in the corner? Was anyone listening?

How do we tease out stories from pictures? What if Timran wasn’t listening? What if the grandfather chose not to speak?

It’s not something limited to photographs and the arts in general. If we look around we see faces. We see expressions. We hear words. There are gestures. A lot is said and we may or may not hear, but how about that which remains unsaid, that which is hidden by smile or silence or words chosen so as to distract and divert?

There’s small print and footnotes. There are end-notes no one bothers to read. There’s a glossary glossed over.  There are narratives meant to be read and there’s text deliberately held back.

The stories of the defeated often are buried with them. This is the truth about 1971. It is true for that other and far more brutal bheeshanaya towards the end of the 1980s. It is true about the thirty-year long conflict between security forces and the LTTE, of course with the Indian Peace Keeping Force and other armed groups such as the EPRLF playing not-so minor roles.  

There are terrible moments that have nothing to do with conflicts such as these. There’s a story in a factory, a university, a corporate board room, a security post, a prison and a military camp. There’s one that’s written along a dirt track in the Dry Zone and another that is cut by barbed wire. There’s poetry that spills on the boots of laborers laying a highway. There are innumerable paintings of various kinds of violence. Unfinished.

Timran noticed. And we cannot see portraits and group photos the way we did before. The eyes just won’t move fast.  


Other articles in the series 'In Passing...':  [published in the 'Daily News']  
 
Eyes that watch the world and cannot be forgotten   Let's start with the credits, shall we? 
The 'We' that 'I' forgot 
'Duwapang Askey,' screamed a legend, almost 40 years ago
Dances with daughters
Reflections on shameless writing

Is the old house still standing?
 Magic doesn't make its way into the classifieds

Small is beautiful and is a consolation  
Distance is a product of the will
Akalanka Athukorala, at 13+ alre
ady a hurricane hunter
Did the mountain move, and if so why?
Ever been out of Colombo?
Anya Raux educated me about Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (JIA)
Wicky's Story You can always go to GOAT Mountain
Let's learn the art of embracing damage
Kandy Lake is lined with poetry
There's never a 'right moment' for love
A love note to an unknown address in Los Ange
les
A dusk song for Rasika
Jayakody
How about creating some history?
How far away are the faraway places?
There ARE good people!
Re-placing people in the story of schooldays  
When we stop, we can begin to learn
Routine and pattern can checkmate poetry

Janani Amanda Umandi threw a b'day party for her father 
Sriyani and her serendipity shop
Forget constellations and the names of oceans
Where's your 'One, Galle Face'?

Maps as wrapping paper, roads as ribbons
Yasaratne, the gentle giant of Divulgane  
Katharagama and Athara Maga
Victories are made by assists
Lost and found between weaver and weave
The Dhammapada and word-intricacies
S.A. Dissanayake taught children to walk in the clouds
White is a color we forget too often  
The most beautiful road is yet to meet a cartographer



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Narendra Modi spikes the good neighbor drink

 


Which country would not be happy if another country said ‘we have a you-first security policy?’ The cynical have the option of retorting ‘most countries would be terrified if, for example, the USA said something like that.’

The world is not flat. Not all countries are equal in terms of financial might and fire power. So when Sri Lanka says that she has an India-first security policy, it’s almost like saying ‘don’t worry, we will align ourselves with your interests and we will not shift loyalty.’ India-first is essentially ‘China is not first.’

India’s Deputy High Commissioner in Colombo Vinod K Jacob has found this ‘encouraging.’ Would India feel encouraged to be still more in-your-face, is that what he means? He could be thinking ‘encouraged by the prospects for better relations,’ but we know that countries love themselves, not others. Others, they use, if they can, and subdue if they can’t.

The generous reading is as follows: Sri Lanka understanding that India, having cottoned on to the Belt and Road Initiative rather late in the day, is jittery about China (so is the USA and this is what the ‘Quad’ which includes Japan and Australian is all about), offers an assurance, a good neighborly gesture.’

Prime Minister Narendra Modi has responded (and how!) in a virtual bilateral summit with the Sri Lankan Prime Minister Mahinda Rajapaksa. Pleasantries were exchanged first. They did the we-are-old-friends number. Rajapaksa listed recent Indian gifts, said ‘thanks.’ Modi eventually got down to business. He called on the new government 'to work towards realizing the expectations of Tamils for equality, justice, peace and dignity within a united Sri Lanka by achieving reconciliation nurtured by implementation of the Constitutional provisions (as in the 13th Amendment).’ This, he believes, is non-negotiable if there’s to be peace and reconciliation.

When ‘should’ is used instead of ‘could,’ it is presumptuous. It’s like Modi saying ‘Thanks for having an us-first policy, but we are not saying “you-first” and neither are we budging from positions we have taken — just do as we say!’

First, the background. India imposed the 13th Amendment on Sri Lanka. India intervened at a point when the Sri Lankan security forces had cornered the LTTE and the military defeat of terrorism was imminent. All this after India had (perhaps worried about the then Sri Lankan government’s pro-US stand) worked tirelessly to harass Sri Lanka; India funded terrorist outfits, armed and trained them. When Sri Lanka took the hits, didn’t collapse and in fact was about to overcome the threat, India moved in. The terrorist threat, which was hours away from being eliminated, flourished for 22 years more. Tens of thousands perished. India hit national dignity. India cost us dearly.

The fact of the matter is that we’ve functioned without the principal product of the amendment, the provincial councils, for several years. No one is complaining.

And yet, Modi pins Tamil aspirations to the 13th Amendment and insists that this is how we get peace and reconciliation! As though India was ever interested in ‘Tamil aspirations’! The then Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi wanted to Bhutanize Sri Lanka. High ups in the Indian Peace Keeping Force said it was a victory to stump Tamil parties and get Trinco and not Jaffna as the capital of the North-East.  It was about Indian foreign policy prerogatives. 

India inserted clauses to subvert Sri Lanka’s right to commerce with other nations on matters of security. The accord sought to concretize random boundary lines in terms of a homeland claim that has no basis in terms of history, archaeological record or demography, effectively helping turn myth into fact. It was illegal to boot.

The bill was presented in part to Parliament.  A 9-member bench of the Supreme Court could not conclude on constitutionality. They were divided 4-4. It took a Chief Justice (who happened to be a Tamil) to interpret the opinion of the 9th member in favor of ‘constitutional’.  The Provincial Council bill was passed immediately after the Indo-Lanka Accord was signed, as though father and son were birthed together!

Most importantly India failed to deliver on its side of the bargain. India failed to get the LTTE to join the democratic process by laying down arms. The disarming was eventually done by Sri Lanka. So, in effect, Sri Lanka did India’s work for her AND Sri Lanka continues to affirm her side of the bargain as scripted in the Indo-Lanka Accord. A win-win situation for India, a coup some would say.

Modi has told Rajapaksa about a ‘united’ Sri Lanka. He believes the 13th would do it. Well, the LTTE rejected it. They wanted more. Modi forgets that constitutional enactment does not necessarily yield unity and more crucially, ‘united’ is not a constitutional term. It’s descriptive of levels of solidarity within a well-defined sphere. Modi, knowingly or unknowingly has adopted the Eelamist vocabulary. Eelamists use the word ‘united’ to mitigate antipathy regarding the term ‘federal.’ It sounds like ‘unitary’ but has nothing to do with such an arrangement.  

So where do we stand now? Sri Lanka has gone the extra mile (the you-first gesture). India has said ‘thank you very much.’ India has not been moved by the gesture. Had India said ‘thanks bro, you do your thing, we won’t interfere — just leave China out of it,’ it would have been enough.

It’s like taking a hand extended in friendship, gripping it firm, emptying the vocabulary of a diplomat’s guidebook and then using the other hand to deliver a slap.
 
It’s all disingenuous. India’s ‘Kashmir Policy’ is a cuss word. One doesn’t have to take sides on the conflict here, but Modi’s moves regarding Kashmir clearly haven’t taken into consideration ‘expectations of Kashmiris for equality, justice, peace and dignity within a united India by achieving reconciliation nurtured by implementation of the Constitutional provisions so necessary for peace and reconciliation.’


Good neighbors often chat during unplanned encounters at property-boundaries. A bad neighbor jumps over the fence, stomps over the flowers and condescendingly tells his/her neighbors that their happiness depends on following his/her blueprint for success, taking care to engineer a situation where the neighbors are hesitant to form/strengthen relations with other neighbors.

Narendra Modi played 'bad neighbor.' It’s not a good thing to play one neighbor against another. There’s a commonly used Sinhala phrase that illuminates: apita apey paaduwe inna denna. ‘Paaduwa’ refers to loss. So, it means, ‘alright, we’ll take the hit, but don’t worry about it….just don’t interfere.’

 

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