People learn from mistakes, they say. In my case, lets re-frame the whole jargon. To claim that mistakes learn from me wouldn't by far any stretches be an exaggeration. For what can be a prelude to success turns into a passionate obsessive affair called Losing. Never will you meet someone who chuckles and giggles with his mistakes, shamelessly. From mere ripples to gigantic waves, they just grow. My failures.

It's been a cool one year since am into racquet ball. Yet no win to boast about; forget a comprehensive victory. My only wins have come playing doubles which can be accredited to "team work" rather than any individual stellar performance. Leave alone win, I haven't even come close to my opponent's score to take any inspiration and carry the mindset into other games. Day after day I repeat my histrionics.

So, when I agonizingly came close to PK's score, ( I was on 11, he at 13), I fumbled with another oppurtunity to put the demons to rest. Developed this knack of handing over the advantage to my opponents. You need a strategic thinker to pull off such feats.

If permitted to draw analogy, I can single handedly crush our own Viru Sehwag's drought record and set a new high. My photography is shaping no good either. Am continuing to err in framework. This bit is quite annoying.

Am happy losing in the court....but its lot more frustrating to err with my new found passion.

Tips and tricks are welcomed ! :)