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The Indian Team at FIFA one day


We were all born from one Adam and one Eve. Why then, are we all so different? Why are there surges and troughs in games like tennis, cricket and football for every country? 

Recalling from History lessons, I can safely say that there were several races that shuffled across the world and time: the Jews, the Aryans, the Germans,  and so on. India had two primary races inhabit her: the Aryans and  Dravidians. 

The geography of the planet shaped different needs for those on different parts of it. Rugged terrains demanded agility, stamina and strength, the seas demanded enterprise and readiness for a weather-beaten, risk-taking life, the landlocked mainlands demanded conquest and able leadership. And so, the neandrathal man developed accordingly. The sun tanned some, reddened some, spared some. Thus, professions came about, and complexions too. 

'To each his own'. India was a self-sufficient country through the Ancient and Medieval Ages. This granted her progress in fields like geometry, medicine, etc. The weather has always been in her favour. No drastic swings between temperatures- a smooth and comfortable life. 

And sure enough, other nations weren't left behind. Politically, economically, socially, educationally and PHYSICALLY progressing, each nation had a story to tell. Some fought the weather, some the terrain, some religion, some invasions. And some chose or needed not to. 

'Necessity is the mother of invention'. Each region was defined by people of certain physique, dictated by history, socialogy and geography. 

India in the Modern World developed slowly and steadily. There weren't cars until of late, let alone televison sets. So the primary means of commute was walking and cycling, and that strengthened our endurance. However it also meant that sports of the Western World took a while to reach us. But, being a set of rules, we were quick to get our heads around most of them, weren't we?

India is ranked No. 1 in Kabaddi and Cricket, games that moved through gallis and akkhadas to sports academies. We have a strong and a good democracy and our focuses and funds are distributed over several issues. However, though fandom is raging in India, world-class football stars are few. Why is that? Maybe it's not just the Indian teams- it's the edge that other teams have over ours. This edge might take decades to overcome. 

If we want to clinch a FIFA qualification, adequate funds must be allocated to football training and trainers. Self- discipline must be ingrained in players. They should be clear on their goal and look towards sports not as a starting career, but a career. There are no two ways about it. 

Other than that, players must study the game and understand its tactics and science well. For their game to be upped, their confidence must be too. Fans should look for Indian idols, not international ones. 

The rest we must leave to time. If we give our best and employ strategies within the range of our physical and mental capabilities, over the years we are sure to win a FIFA cup! 

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