It has something to do with Messi. Atleast in my own personal etymology. Few years ago FC Barcelona had lost badly in the first leg of a Champions league match against PSG, and they won the second leg of the match by a score large enough to overcome their earlier defeat, and hence, as the speakers of Spanish would say, a remontada, and so does the rest of the Football-watching world now.
I used to be fairly athletic in school, not out of any particular passion, but just some coincidence of thinness and puberty. Out of compulsion, I was playing sports, albeit poorly, and doing above average at track and field. Soon as my classmates started flexing their own advantages of puberty, that athleticism faded into obscurity. Soon, I was taking pride in having been a has-been. Pathetic.
Then after leading a hypokinetic lifestyle for close to 15 years, I finally did something about it recently. One could say the second derivate became zero, that is, my lifestyle has hopefully reached a point of inflexion.
Can this be a remontada? Well, I can hardly fathom to compare myself with what Messi and his top-form FCB team mates could achieve. But it does give me more pride and satisfaction to atleast attempt a remontada.
But what am I actually doing? Just basic gym exercises and nurturing an excitement towards Football and Tennis. Following the developments of exciting professional players of Football and Tennis shines a light bright enough for me to drift towards it.
Following professional players not only reveals how much physical development goes into reaching a world class performance capable physique. An year ago, I was also passionate briefly about Chess. There I found out that players must memorize a lot of the chess moves as part of a standard collection of strategies, just like we do for Integral Calculus in Mathematics. And probably similar arsenal of strategies and nuances are probably in place for Football and Tennis and all the other performances where the world is watching and there is little room to appear anything less than superhuman.
As I write this, it conclude that creating an arsenal of prepared moves and a totally unexpected remontada are seemingly at opposite ends of some analogy.
While I try to think of fancy words to use, I can not help myself but to conclude with a very basic saying – “Practice makes Perfect”. And to be perfect is to be superhuman.
Anant Anurag 