His nostrils like slits
With red eyes
The whole wizarding world fears to take his name
And he comes to take his revenge
MY NEMESIS
I am of course referring to the nemesis of Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort. The same thing from Lord Voldemort’s perspective would be:
That puny boy
They call him The Boy who Lived
It must be merely luck why he survived
Or is there something more to
MY NEMESIS
In our lives, we do not encounter a Lord Voldemort or a White Witch. But then, we have our nemesis too. We are constantly compared to our friends, our siblings,our parents,our colleagues…So much so, that sometimes their victory feels like our defeat, like their achievement makes us feel inadequate!
Since each and every human is unique, I feel comparisons are completely baseless. Whenever I see people trying to compare children, my hand tingles to slap them. This one moment can define the child’s entire life. A simple statement like,
“Your brother is so quiet, why can’t you be quiet like him?” can lead to a lifetime of discontentment and solitude.
Living in the era of Ronaldo and Messi, of Federer and Nadal, of Saina and Sindhu,
One wonders,
What do these greats think of each other?
When the media pits them against each other, do they pit themselves against each other too?
Surely, they are absorbed by their passion to be the greatest….
So do they rejoice in other’s loss?
For the record, I may have had academic rivalries, but I do not remember considering anyone as MY NEMESIS. But since we all take competition very seriously,we do feel jealous when someone we are compared to gets praised. When you care so much, how can you let go of this distraction?
So many questions I had.
Recently (not very recently), I have seen a movie ‘Borg McEnroe’. I have trouble recollecting the details now since I have seen two movies after that( Tiger Zinda Hai and Jumanji). But the essence of that movie is very clear in my mind.
So here is the situation in the movie:
The year is 1980. Swedish Bjorn Borg will be playing to win his fifth consecutive Wimbledon title. Rolling in money and cashing in on advertisements, he is expected to march in like a victor and carry off the prize. But just before the tournament, we find him moody, lost into himself, having sleepless nights and quarrelling with his dearest ones.
Enter the reason: John McEnroe, the brash American brat, touted as ‘Borg’s Worst Nightmare’, is the contender who will most probably face Borg in the Wimbledon final. While Borg is famed for his cool, calm, gentlemanly attitude on the pitch, McEnroe throws tantrums, curses the crowd and insults the umpire. And yet while seeing his matches; Borg feels a stirring of fear: This guy has it in him to defeat me.
Through flashbacks, we see the story of Borg. In his teens, he too was impulsive, uncontrolled on the tennis court. He also curses and blames and badmouths through his games, not unlike McEnroe. The result? He is reprimanded for his bad behaviour with even his parents being urged to make him quit the sport. Only his coach realizes why he is so bad-tempered on the court: Because he cares. He cares about losing any and every point. Realizing that this behaviour will lead to self-destruction, the coach also extracts a promise from him: That he will never ever let his emotions control him, that he will channelize all his anger into the game. And that’s how Borg becomes the man of almost impossible control.
And when he sees McEnroe, Borg sees the eye of the tiger he recognizes. He identifies his NEMESIS.
Words cannot define the glory of the 1980 Wimbledon final. Both men wanted it equally, and they gave it their all. It was not racket against racket, it was blood,sweat and steel against blood,sweat and steel.
During the match, Borg is seen reminiscing some particularly vulnerable moments in his life. He sees a opening in the trees and light shining through.
At the last minute, Borg wrests control of his mind.
It is Bjorn Borg who won the 1980 Wimbledon final.
This rivalry changed both men forever. It is important to note that the two became good friends and Borg was the best man at McEnroe’s wedding.
The secret to Borg’s victory is this:
He realized it was never Borg vs McEnroe. It was always Borg vs Borg.
The Borg who wanted to give up. The Borg who couldn’t take the pressure anymore.
“The biggest competition is myself. I am not looking to follow others or pull them down. I’m planning to test my own boundaries.”
And I think this is what can be our takeaway from this movie:
There is only 1 nemesis in my life. I am MY NEMESIS. Let the world compare me to others. I know who the competition is. The lazy me, the unproductive me, the procrastinating me. I do not need to worry about anyone else.
P.S. Special thanks to Pexels for the image of the shadow!