Saturday, January 31, 2026

When Pressure Speaks, Character Answers: Lessons from Elite Sport and Leadership

 


When Pressure Speaks, Character Answers: Lessons from Elite Sport and Leadership

There are moments when sport stops being sport and quietly becomes a lesson in leadership and in life.

Yesterday was one such day.

Across two Australian Open semifinals and a high-pressure WPL match in Vadodara, what stood out wasn’t just athletic brilliance. It was how elite performers behaved when certainty disappeared and pressure spoke loudest.


Australian Open Semi Final 1

Carlos Alcaraz vs Alexander Zverev

Alcaraz was cruising. The match looked destined to end in straight sets. Just before crossing the finish line, something unexpected intervened. Cramps, a niggle, perhaps an injury. Hard to conclusively say.

What followed tested both players very differently.

Alcaraz, physically compromised, had to manage pain, uncertainty, and momentum slipping away. Zverev, suddenly handed an opening, reacted with visible frustration. The agitation directed at the umpire did not change the rules or the situation. It changed only one thing. His internal balance.

The numbers tell a fascinating story. Zverev served better, hit more aces, won a higher percentage of first serves, and even won more service points overall. Yet Alcaraz won where it mattered most. On return. And at key break opportunities.

Alcaraz won 70 receiving points to Zverev’s 57. He converted twice as many break points. Total points won were almost identical, separated by just six points across five sets.

This was not dominance. It was discernment under duress.

Alcaraz, despite discomfort, managed himself.

Zverev, despite being physically fine, struggled to manage the moment.

The match did not turn on forehands or backhands. It turned on composure.

Key takeaway:

When circumstances wobble near the finish line, emotional discipline matters more than advantage.


Australian Open Semi Final 2

Jannik Sinner vs Novak Djokovic

On paper, youth, form, and momentum leaned toward the younger man. Across the net stood a 38-year-old Djokovic, four hours into another battle at the highest level.

And yet, what decided the match was not dominance. It was discernment.

Djokovic didn’t win more points overall. He won the right points.

He didn’t overpower. He outlasted.

He didn’t rush. He waited.

The stat sheet almost argues against the result. Sinner won more points overall, struck more than twice the aces, posted a higher first-serve percentage, and generated eighteen break point opportunities.

Djokovic had eight.

Sinner converted two.

Djokovic converted three.

At every crucial moment break points, pressure games, momentum swings Djokovic showed an almost unfair ability to narrow his focus, block out noise, and execute exactly what the moment demanded. It wasn’t about doing more. It was about not wasting what was given.

Sinner played outstanding tennis. But at this level, doing more is not the same as doing what matters. When pressure rises, the one who better manages his inner noise becomes the winner. Tame the inner Sinner, and you give yourself a chance to be the Winner.

Key takeaway:

Experience compounds when paired with self-management. Winning is often about timing, not volume.


WPL Match, Vadodara

Ashleigh Gardner vs convention

Forty tosses had conditioned captains to do the same thing. Win the toss. Chase. Repeat. Data said so. History reinforced it.

Against a side her team had never beaten in eight attempts, Gardner didn’t just make a tactical choice. She made a statement. She did the opposite!

Leadership, in that moment, was not about following probability. It was about reading the present and having the conviction to break habit. The result? Her team broke their eight-match drought.

Key takeaway:

Progress begins when conviction overrides conformity.


One Lesson That Ties Them All Together

Across both semifinals, the pattern was striking. The eventual winners did not necessarily serve better, hit harder, or win more points. They won fewer moments, but they chose them better.

Pressure does not test skill. It exposes self-management.

In sport, in leadership, and in life, the decisive battles are rarely external. They are internal. How we respond when plans fracture, momentum shifts, or comfort evaporates.

Those who manage their emotions, their focus, and their decisions do not always look spectacular in the moment.

But they almost always outlast.

And outlasting pressure, more often than not, is what separates the good from the great. Because when pressure speaks loudest, it is character—not talent—that answers.


 

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

डमड्डमड्डमड्डमन्निनाद: Seven Days of Inner Transformation by the Ganga

डमड्डमड्डमड्डमन्निनाद

Damaddamaddamannināda The thunderous beat of Shiva’s damaru from the Shiv Tandav Stotram still echoes within me. During my week at the Adhyatmik Sadhana Shivir in Swami Dayanand Ashram, Rishikesh, we recited it countless times. For many seekers, it was a tongue-twisting challenge; for me, it became a powerful soundscape — as though Ravana himself was invoking Shiva. In its rhythm, I was reminded that transformation often begins where comfort ends.

A week can sometimes feel like a lifetime — especially when it changes you from within. Just days ago, I thought waking up at 4:30 AM was impossible. Today, I long for those temple bells.

I returned from this retreat with a heart heavier than I could have imagined. Saying goodbye after those seven days was one of the hardest things I’ve done in recent times.

🌅 The Awakening

Every morning began with the Ganga flowing silently outside my window and temple bells calling us to prayer. The ashram itself was a gift — right on the banks of the river, yet away from the bustle of crowded ghats. It sits perfectly positioned—close enough to hear the river's ancient whispers, far enough to find real silence. A perfect setting for stillness. What began as dreaded early mornings became the moments I cherished most: waking before dawn, joining the temple aarti, partaking in the simple yet soul-nourishing prasadam, and sinking into meditation.

🐚The Conch Moment

If the mornings awakened me, the evenings gave me my defining moment. All my life, I had never been able to blow a conch. Not once. On the second evening, after endless trials and failed attempts, something shifted. A sound finally emerged — not just from the conch, but from deep within. In that moment, a lifetime of self-doubt seemed to dissolve into divine possibility, carried away by the Ganga’s flow. It became my moment of self-actualization — my own little nirvana. Fellow seekers soon began waiting for me at every aarti, morning and evening, to hear the sound. Their encouragement filled me with a quiet joy I still struggle to describe. Such a simple act, and yet, it became my spiritual awakening.

🍃 The Food Revelation

Meals were served with clockwork precision at 12:30 PM and 7:30 PM - plain dal, rice, and vegetables. Back home I would have dismissed such food as “ungainly” and chosen hunger over blandness. And yet, to my own astonishment, I began to crave it! The absence of masalas (spices) felt like the presence of something far deeper — the strength to embrace the unthinkable. What I once rejected became nourishment for both body and spirit.

📿 Sacred Studies

The sessions on the Bhagavad Gita, the Upanishads, and the chanting of the Shiv Tandav Stotram were blissful — infusing my heart with clarity, strength, resilience and an unexpected stillness. Free afternoons walking by the river and exploring quiet ghats became instant sources of rejuvenation — as if ancient wisdom quietly met modern confusion. And there, by the river’s edge, certain things began to make sense in ways they never had before.

🐘 Ganesh Chaturthi Magic

On August 27th, the ashram celebrated Ganesh Chaturthi with a devotion I had never witnessed before. Lord Ganesha bathed in water, milk, ghee, honey, sandalwood paste — rituals performed with such reverence that the Maharashtra in me was deeply moved by this sacred spectacle unfolding by the holy Ganga. Ancient traditions meeting timeless devotion created moments of pure divine connection that will remain etched in my heart.

🏔️ The Serendipitous Journey

If the ashram gave discipline, the free day gave discovery. We were warned not to venture out, let alone cover 225+ kilometres in a day — the monsoon was unforgiving, landslides were common, the Ganga was flowing above danger levels. Yet, with a friend, I trusted instinct over fear, and we set out. What followed was one of the most serene adventures of my life — through Vasishtha Ashram, Devprayag, and Tehri Dam. Each place left its quiet imprint, teaching me that sometimes the most beautiful discoveries happen when you choose faith over caution.

They say the Ganga doesn't just flow through the mountains—it flows through you.

Seven days ago, I arrived seeking a pause in transition. I leave with something far greater: the realization that transformation isn’t always about strategy or planning. Sometimes it comes in surrendering to 4:30 AM bells, in finally blowing a conch after a lifetime of trying, in discovering that the simplest food can nourish the deepest hungers, and in witnessing divine celebrations that touch your very soul.

This one week taught me that transformation doesn’t always come from grand designs. Sometimes it comes from discipline, surrender, and the courage to step into the unfamiliar.

The hardest part wasn't adapting to ashram life—it was saying goodbye.

I return to the so-called ‘real world’ — but carrying something eternal within, held with gratitude. 🙏

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Thursday, October 31, 2024

Diwali Musings - Embracing Light, Legacy, and a Mindful Celebration!

 

Diwali Musings - Embracing Light, Legacy, and a Mindful Celebration!



The Ancient Light

 असतो मा सद्गमय 

तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय 

मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय 

From untruth lead me to truth

From darkness lead me to light

From death lead me to immortality

When countless diyas pierce the darkness of an autumn night, Diwali paints our world anew with hope and possibility. This festival of infinite lights, woven deep into Hindu mythology's tapestry, celebrates humanity's timeless journey from darkness to light.


The Eternal Story

Each year, we relive the jubilant homecoming of Lord Rama to Ayodhya after fourteen years of exile. His victory over the mighty Ravana sparked spontaneous celebrations across his kingdom, as people's long-suppressed joy found expression in lights and festivities - a tradition we carry forward to this day.


Personal Reflection

To me, Diwali offers a sacred pause - a moment to shed the accumulated weight of the year gone by. Like the fresh clay of a new diya, it presents us with an untouched canvas for fresh beginnings.

Some of us come to this festival bearing the sweet fruits of a bountiful year, celebrating with brilliant colours of bursting firecrackers lighting up the night sky and shared prosperity. Others who didn't exactly have a noteworthy journey, arrive seeking renewal, finding in these lights the promise of dawn after their long night, as we bow before Lord Ganesh and Goddess Lakshmi with hearts open to new possibilities letting us cast off our burdens and resolve to set things right.


Our Collective Celebration

In our tapestry of festivals, celebrated year-around, Diwali shines uniquely as a homecoming of hearts. It pulls family threads back to their roots and helps bonding the loosened strings, as members traverse continents and time zones to reunite under ancestral roofs. No matter where they are across the globe, they engineer their plans in such a way (months in advance) that on this day they get to greet each other in person.

The recent pandemic years, though challenging our traditional gatherings, only strengthened our resolve to preserve these precious bonds of togetherness. Thanks to the grace of God, we can now heave a sigh of relief, coming together again in the old-fashioned way to fulfil our annual emotional connection. Let us make an outreach attempt to also embrace the ones who may not have the privilege of having their own beloved ones around them.


Wishes for the Future

I take this opportunity to wish all a very happy Diwali. As the festival lights kindle hope anew, I wish for you:

- Triumphs that transform past struggles into stepping stones

- Inner wisdom that illuminates your path forward

- Prosperity that flows like the generous ghee of a blessed lamp

- Moments of joy that multiply like countless reflections in a mirror

May divine grace shower you with precisely what your soul seeks this season. Let each lamp you light spark a new beginning, each sweet you share sweeten life's journey.

May the ensuing year bring with it sweetness of accomplishments engulfing all your past sorrows, if any.

May you rise to every occasion that merits your minutest of intervention.

May your wisdom evolve to handle all your interpersonal and professional discords (I wish there are none) in the deftest manner.

May the year ahead multiply your joy, happiness, contentment and achievements (not to forget your wealth and prosperity) of their already accumulated levels in equivalent of the numbers of diyas your eyes lit up with or whose divine flames you could feel on your body and soul. I also pray to the great Almighty to nourish you with his/her choicest blessings and drench you with the sweetest, everlasting memories to treasure for life. I wish for you amazingly blissful times. Amen!

To all those who couldn't find a reason to cherish today: ”Find your happiness in life’s smallest pleasures. Don’t wander without purpose - Life brims with surprises, waiting to bring a smile to your face. I am sure you can easily find at least a few pleasant ones to bring a cheer to your sombre mood. If not anything else, read this text once again along with the never-ending archives of the author on his blog but please....".


A Conscious Celebration

As we welcome this ancient festival into our modern world and light our lamps to celebrate this timeless festival, let's celebrate with awareness and responsibility - choosing earth-conscious ways to express our joy. Let each flame we light remind us of our role as guardians of both tradition and tomorrow. Let us remember that every small conscious choice creates ripples of positive change.

Our mindful celebrations today ensure that future generations will inherit both the brilliance of our festivals and the beauty of our planet. After all, true celebration uplifts not just our spirits, but all of creation.

This Diwali, let us take a moment to breathe, reflect, and envision the year we wish to create.

Join me in celebrating this festival of lights and yes, let’s make merry, mindfully and joyfully! Do responsibly top it up by making it peacefully rocking!

 दीपज्योतिः परब्रह्म

दीपज्योतिर्जनार्दनः 

दीपो हरतु मे पापं

दीपज्योतिर्नमोऽस्तु ते 

The light of the lamp is the Supreme Brahman

The light of the lamp is the destroyer of all sins

The lamp removes the darkness of ignorance

I bow to the light of the lamp


May this Diwali bring light to every corner of your life.

May each lamp you light this Diwali illuminate:

- A path to your dreams

- A reason to smile

- A moment of peace

- A spark of inspiration

In this dance of light and shadow, may you find your own sacred rhythm. Feel free to share this message with those who’d find comfort and joy in its words.


With Festive Warmth,

Ritesh

(C) Rits Original

https://scorpiofury.blogspot.com

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About the Author:

Ritesh writes about life, culture, and spiritual wisdom through a contemporary lens. Through the interplay of tradition and modernity, Ritesh explores life's deeper meanings in his writings. His reflections serve as bridges connecting ancient wisdom with modern perspectives, inviting readers to find their own light in timeless teachings.

Sunday, December 31, 2023

New Year Musings!

Good morning all.

I take this opportunity to wish you a very Happy and Blissful New Year. May you get to create a zillion memories to cherish forever.

I am sure that for your perpetual enthusiasm any day of the year is like celebrating a special day in your own way and today also you would be rocking as ever. I am sure you had a gala evening to usher in a fresh dawn and you could make it rocking with all those who were lucky enough to be with you last night.

Wish you thousand times more success and peace in the years to come than what you have had until today.

I do hope the year ahead multiplies your happiness, contentment & accomplishments (not to forget your wealth) 20.24 times of their already accumulated levels. I also pray to the great Almighty to nourish you with HIS/HER choicest blessings and drench you with the sweetest, everlasting memories to cherish for life. Amen!

May the ensuing year bring with it the sweetness of accomplishments engulfing all your past sorrows.

May you rise to every occasion that merits your minutest of intervention.

May your wisdom evolve even further to handle all your familial and professional discords (I wish there are none) with the deftness and affection your mom did while handling your (possible) tantrums as a kid (if ever you had them in the first place).

I have a lot more to say as my heart is getting overwhelmed with emotions on this very special day for everyone but I keep them from getting penned for the next big occasion.

Have a blast, even if it’s a bit late for me to wish you. You anyway don’t have a reason to complain as you didn’t invite me to the party 😉

Stay healthy, wealthy, conscientious and compassionate, as ever. Amen!

Later,
Riteshh Gargg

(W)Rits Original @ https://scorpiofury.blogspot.com 😃

Thursday, June 30, 2022

Opening, Mid-game or End-game – Master your game!

 Power is a poison – that’s an often-quoted adage. That’s for lesser mortals who aren’t conscious of their own limitations and for whom there never would be any higher sphere. For them, power and its sinful intoxication, certainly, eventually turns into a deadly concoction. For the ones who already have tasted both power and all the attendant successes, which come as a necessary by-product, they always keep an antidote to power handy, just in case. They also know when exactly to take a jab of this antidote to poetically turn all the evil side-effects of irrational exuberance into an elixir.

 

Last 10 days (and as many nights) have indeed turned out to be a roller-coaster match between not two, but actually four Grand Masters (GMs), playing on all the edges of the chess-board that is Maharashtra. And yes, all four of them had absolute freedom to manoeuvre all 32 pieces as they wish (or at least they deemed they ‘did’). Some of them even had the privilege to add or subtract to this tally, suiting their convenience and more importantly, their style of play.

 

In this “Game of Throne”, it is very complicated to deduce as to who had opened, though with an all-white attire, the eventual, ‘providential’ king is widely alleged to be the one to set the pawns rolling himself. It’s another matter that all this while, he was unmistakably deemed to be playing the role of a 'kingmaker'.

 

The very pace and the manner with which the match opened on that fateful evening took at least two of the GMs by surprise as they were cosying up with each other in their post meal afternoon ‘power’ nap and wouldn’t in their wildest dreams expect one of their own protege to pose a sudden challenge to their self-appointed crowns as No. 1 and 2 in the state even as the popular vote didn’t allow them to take this liberty in the aftermath of Diwali cracker show three summers ago! At the best, it was a duopoly (yes, presence of their side-kick was just as a facilitator) for the crown-term but when it got threatened to be busted just mid-way through, heavens fell and how!

 

All through the duration of the game, there were many openings and a prolonged mid-game before many assumed that an end game was indeed in sight. In sight it surely was, just that the nature of the climax with the very end move by the king turned kingmaker made it into an anti-climax of sorts! Will there still be a sequel to this intriguing game? The jury is out. This is precisely the stuff Hollywood scriptwriters are always on the lookout for.

 

Life hacks for us. If life throws watermelons to you, make them all lemons. Who knows when a lemon would get costlier than a watermelon? The now king was threatened for life by none other than the right-hand of his previous boss but he firmly stood his ground and quite resiliently turned all the brickbats he was subjected to, into a beautiful pot-pourri of a bouquet any GM worth his appearance fee would be proud of. When it’s the moment of reckoning, make it count and count it REAL BIG!

 

© Rits Original @ https://scorpiofury.blogspot.com

Sunday, May 22, 2022

Parasitical Serendipity!


Put that thesaurus aside already and close that Google window either, for you won't find such a catch phrase anywhere on any forum! But this is precisely what I could 'coin' after watching this video of the entire RCB gang making merry last night even as one of their otherwise fierce competitors in MI pummelled a hapless (and clueless DC), punch by punch. Such an irony of sorts, isn’t it?


If I contemplate about the context, this is a great life lesson for all. When we are put in a "complex matrix" like situation where unless we have been tenaciously methodical with our OWN approach, several factors and permutations / combinations have to all go in unison and fall in place together to produce the coveted solution for us. If we take it (relatively) easy and leave it to the last (when it’s already beyond our control), to such an extent that some benefactor has to bail us out we don't have a choice but to feverishly pray for that patron to do it for us. When it eventually comes through, we get to saviour those moments with the ecstasy which could only bless us, courtesy a philanthropist.


How often has life thrown such serendipitous moments to you? Have you taken a count of your such blessings? To be honest, I myself am unsure if I have ever been beneficiary of such a noble act by someone else for me even as I can certainly not rule out that there definitely must have been many such type of situations. I seek pardon for my ignorance to all my benefactors through my life and take this opportunity to express my gratitude towards such unknown / unidentified good Samaritans.


Do share your thoughts.


Cheers

Karma'tically yours

Ritesh

@ https://scorpiofury.blogspot.com

Friday, April 22, 2022

The Mayonnaise Jar

How surreal the following story makes you feel waking up to on a beautiful Saturday morning! It is profound that all our life we struggle to identify our Golf Balls, Pebbles and Sand. Once we do, it is entirely up to us to ensure that we don't mess up with our selection again. Do you agree?

 

The Mayonnaise Jar

 

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.

 

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and fills it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

 

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

 

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “YES”.

 

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

 

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favourite passions. Things, that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff.” he said.

 

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you...” he told them. “So, pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Worship with your family. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Spend time with good friends. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the dripping tap. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

 

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, “I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.

 

If you have come thus far and are in or around Mumbai, do let me know if you would cherish to have your coffee (or any other nectar of your choice) with your truly. I am sure I am still missing to collect some of my precious Golf Balls which I expect life to give me another opportunity by throwing them back to my sack, which I won't mind carrying with me through the 'course' of my life, of course, without depending on a caddie to piggyback my treasure for me :)

 

Do share this with other "Golf Balls".

 

Cheers

Ritesh Garg

@ https://scorpiofury.blogspot.com