POINT TO PONDER
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
- William B. Sprague
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
"Waiting" a poem by Rabindranath Tagore
REFLEFCTION by Rajiv Shah
When I was a child I played competitive tennis. Training sessions were practiced four times a week at our local tennis club. After my lessons, I would retreat up to the clubhouse for a water and wait to be picked up.
Weekly, one of the workers from the pro shop, a young teenager would come up to me to chat. He always carried around a copy of the USTA tennis rulebook. He would ask me questions about rules - many of which I didn't know, others I could care less about - and always he would give me pointers on my tennis game. I was a kid and being young I would just shrug and listen as he motored on. I figured this was the guy to listen to; he worked in a proshop, knew every rule in the book, and was older than me too.
One day I asked him how long he'd been playing tennis.
He was silent for a second and then responded that he had never actually played - not any tournaments or matches anyway - but that he was studying the game so that when he decided to take it up, he'd be ready.
I mentioned that he knew more about the rules of the game than anyone I had ever played with and asked him how much more he needed to know about the game before picking up a racket. I offered to play with him after my lessons but he shrugged and said he wasn't ready yet; that when he was ready, he'd let me know.
I spent five years training at that club while touring the U.S.T.A. circuit and that day he spoke of, when he finally felt ready to play, never came.