What after that?
That’s nature’s dilemna with a 100 international hundreds.
What could continue to make “God” strive, once even this milestone is achieved?
With that, natural course of events delay the milestone, just a wee bit more. Disappointing for us and him, but keeps Master Sachin going.
Another person many considered God was Ayrton Senna.
Senna’s car would perform at a level that was many notches beyond the capabilities of the car.
Senna single-handedly changed the face of Formula 1 racing between ’84 and ’93. His “pure and contact” racing style, at times, would crash headlong into the wall of politics. Ayrton would pick himself up and continue to strive.
At his peak, in ’94, Senna moved from Mclaren Honda to Williams Renault. Here was super-man meeting super-car. As to the calibre of Ayrton, there remained no question in the eyes of the world; he was totally from the stables of God. The self-balancing Renault he would drive in had reached electronic perfection under Frank Williams.
It seems at this stage nature was again forced to ask the question: what happens after this? What levels of achievement would there still be left to conquer?
Electronics were scrapped from all teams and the stripped cars were asked to go into the ’94 season without these major break-throughs in Formula 1 technology, so as to give all cars a level playing field. Also, there was this feeling that the game now was about electronics and not the driver, and this ruling would allow the driver’s talent to continue to shine.
Unfortunately, the Williams car, stripped off its electronics, was nothing short of a joke. It would over-compensate on a turn, and then under-compensate on a later turn, thus not allowing the driver to build up any confidence in the car.
Senna struglled. The car’s antics were knocking him out of races. Team Williams was working 24×7 to get their car back on track. Ayrton had always been a hands-on driver. He was working on the car along with the mechanics. They tried hard, so hard, that disaster happened.
Senna’s car failure at Imola leading to his death caused the worlds of millions of people to crash. Ayrton had gone down fighting, at the peak of his career, trying to make a joke of a car race-worthy. His fighting spirit was the spirit of kings, perhaps the spirit of God.
These are two stories of excellence where the barrier between human and super-human becomes redundant. At such times, nature can intervene in whatever way it deems fit.
On a much, much smaller level of achievement, I have felt over-confidence once, in January 2008. This is not to say that the above stories are about over-confidence – they are not. It’s just that in my case, when nature intervened, it was about over-confidence.
In January 2008 I walked with a swagger that was deafening. I felt that I had conquered the markets. Of course the natural course of events showed me my place.
That swagger has never come back and never will.
Now, whenever I feel that I’ve done well, I try and forget about it. Then I look for someone who hasn’t done well, in an effort to try and lift his or her game.
Resting on laurels is not part of any script.