Spirit of the Underdog!


There is only an abstract explanation why I have always gone for the underdogs, be it in any channel or medium, be it of any race or colour, be it of any ethnicity or nation. From the time I was a bottle sucking kiddo to even now when I’m facing the daunting quarter life crisis and graduating slowly, but surely to midlife crisis, I wholly and truly, holler for the underdog. What makes me so passionate to see that one person, however improbable and heavily against odds , is something I have been thinking for a long time. Along with this , I am going to mention something that isn’t gonna favour my manliness image. I get tear jerked! There. I said it. Yes, I get teary eyed and my heart palpitates Β on witnessing acts of the underdog overcoming obstacles and emerging triumphant. Let me share with you the nitty gritty’s of it.

I guess I first noticed this peculiar nature of mine, when I was in 4th or 5th standard and was watching my first english movie, ‘Independence Day’ starring my best sci-fi hero ever, Will Smith. I was fascinated by the alien mothership invading the planet, as I knew of then. That was my start of movie addiction that’s lasted all these years till this moment. Also that’s when, I guess, I learnt for the first time , that the hotspot for UFO’s and aliens is America ! I swear to christ that I used to think, how soon could the americans skedaddle to India , if ever , an alien UFO tried attacking India. But now am wiser. No american could bring in the power or arsenal that our Pappu beta and all those parliament hooligans carry in the nook of their political armpits. πŸ˜› So yes, watching ‘Independence Day‘ I held my breath as earth (read America) took a last man standing situation and went in all guns blazing to whoop the aliens motherlode ass! (Excuse my parliamentary language :P) . I remember still, the Pepsi can I was gulping down, froze near my lips and it was drizzling down onto my t-shirt. However , my whole mind and soul was inside the movie ,out there with Will Smith, as he brought down the alien ship and later swaggered in style smoking a cigar! Ahh… I remember that as the precise time, when I knew I was tear jerked. It lasted for about 1 minute, and then I was all normal and back to chomping down the chips and drink, wailing to mom for another pack. πŸ˜‰

Over the period of time, many such instances have occurred . And it’s not even movies that tear jerks the crap out of me majorly. It’s the darn ‘America’s/Britain’s got talent’and its variants, ‘X factor’, dance reality shows and a hell lot of other shows. I am truly amazed and light-hearted seeing the underdogs in all these shows, coming and owning them people. My best moment was the viral Susan Boyle audition. Hell! That was the anti climax to my underdog dreams ever. And to think , it got the best of the ever condescending Simon Cowell. The moment she walked onto the stage, I was praying “God , Let this female just get her act straight and whoop Simon’s ass!”. And by god, the moment she opened her mouth, I clutched my heart literally . Even now I remember that moment seeing Simon’s face, opening in effin’ shock. Ah, the classic moment for a true underdog loyalist! Ever since then, my quest for watching these kind of moments have only increased. I surf for hours, sites like YouTube, Vimeo and DailyMotion , in the quest for underdog videos. Finding them, I relish watching them over and over, and they are forever added into my playlist.

I had once asked by a friend of mine, if probably my so-called passionate belief and support for the underdogs, stems from my own under achieving life. I had nothing to reply, except but a mighty laughter at this so-called, ‘psychoanalysis’. Anyone who has been with me over the period of school and college will know that I’ve been, thanks to god, quite prominent on cultural and other extracurricular activities, winning several regional and national accolades in my time. So that clearly would not be the case. After hours of introspection and peer discussion, I believe that am a passionate believer in the human spirit. This is it and nothing but this. I love the human spirit for compassion, forgiveness, anger, strength, love, indomitable courage in the faces of adversity and above all, the tenacious attitude to keep going, come shit or rain. Sometimes I think, its maybe its my way of dealing with some things in life, that I’ve no hold on and which seems to be slipping away from my grips, however hard may I try. But that’s something now, and not since that fateful day of ‘Independence Day’ πŸ™‚

I truly love and die for the spirit of the underdog and will ever be a passionate believer in man and woman rising against insurmountable odds stacked against them. If not anything, then at least the message they pass on to those people around them, is sufficient for me to embrace them with my heart. That come what may ever be, there is hope as long as are willing to go for it. The true underdog’s hope.