Chinese tennis ace Li Na wins the women’s Australian Open final against Slovakia’s Dominika Cibulkova in her third attempt for the title, becoming Asia’s 1st & the oldest ever woman to win the tournament. “Age is nothing. You guys didn’t know how hard I was working,” she said. Li also thanked her husband for being a “hitting partner, baggage handler and general helper”. Li has already made the same record in the French Open in 2011 becoming Asia’s first to win either the men’s or women’s singles title. Li will now rise to world’s no 3.
Author: Dr. Abdul Ruff
Edited by Divas
Li Na from China beat Slovak player Dominika Cibulkova 7-6 (3), 6-0 on January 25 becoming the oldest woman to clinch the title in the Open era.
Li lost Australian Open finals to Kim Clijsters in 2011 and to Victoria Azarenka last year. In between, she won the 2011 French Open to become the first Asian woman to win a major.
In both her previous finals at Melbourne Park, Li won the first set but went down in three.
Li stumbled and twisted her ankle while playing against Belarusian professional Azarenka last year, and needed a medical timeout in the third set after hitting her head on the court.
However, Li had no such trouble while playing against No. 20-seeded Cibulkova this time after winning the first set in a tiebreaker.
Li broke Cibulkova, held, and then had a breakpoint in the third game. Cibulkova held, and then broke Li in the sixth game thanks to consecutive double-faults.
Li again broke in the 11th game and had a set point in the 12th, but lost three straight points to ensure it went to the tiebreaker.
After rolling through the second set in 27 minutes, Li held up both thumbs to the crowd, and held back tears. Then she went to the side of the court to shake hands with her coach Carlos Rodriguez in the stands.
Li thanked her husband for being a “hitting partner, baggage handler and general helper”.
Cibulkova, one of the shortest players ever to reach a Grand Slam final at 1.61-meters (5-foot-3), had four wins over Top 20 players in the tournament, including a fourth-round upset of third-seeded Maria Sharapova and a straight-sets semifinal trouncing of No. 5 Agnieszka Radwanska.
In the semifinals, Cibulkova held off 19-year-old Canadian Eugenie Bouchard, and never had to face a player ranked in the top 20 en route to the final.
Forget Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova, Li Na is regarded as the hottest property in women’s tennis, not just because of her ability, but because she has opened the door to the sport’s future.
Li also made the record of Asia’s first grand slam champion at the 2011 French Open.
Li was the cover girl for last year’s Time magazine issue rating the world’s 100 most influential people, and she is listed by Forbes as the globe’s second highest-earning female athlete behind Sharapova.
After a fallow period following the 2011 French Open victory, when the distractions of sponsors and media drove her off the game, she has been reborn since teaming with coach Carlos Rodriguez in 2012.
And despite toying with the idea of retiring last year, because of poor results and press criticism in her homeland, Li has found the form of her life as she heads towards her 32nd birthday next month.
Li will now leapfrog Sharapova to become No.3 in the world, the highest ever by an Asian player, and after becoming the first Asian winner of the tournament tagged as “the Grand Slam of Asia-Pacific”.
Guys, remember that post in which I said that most of the menfolks are pigs? hahaha… 😆
Well, I’ve sensed that some of my relatives, colleagues and friends have been offended by my that remark. They’re unhappy that I’ve exposed the brutalities of menocracy.
But I say everything from my own experience. And my experience says that not only in family life, but also in social and professional spheres, the civilization project led by men has utterly failed.
From my experience in various professions, I’ve come to conclude that even at the workplace, females are more professional, more understanding and far less political than the menfolks.
And there’s a reason why most of the men are so piggish in their behavior. For men, their ego comes before everything. Every man thinks he’s superior to others. They just can’t help it, it’s in their hormone. Testosterone is responsible for man’s all egoistic behavior.
Even in the professional life, men are more interested in climbing the hierarchy ladder than getting things done professionally. And to climb the hierarchy ladder, men resort to cunning tactics that only create conflicts and suffering.
This is evident everywhere – from politics, to society, to academics, and to the corporate world.
Time has come for the females to lead every sphere of human activity and rescue the world from men’s atrocities.
Why don’t female scientists develop an injection that’d reduce men’s testosterone level? I’m ready to volunteer, if necessary. 😆
Females of all countries & corporates, Unite!
(And lemme know if any pig harasses you in any way)
Guys, This is going to be an exclusive post. i discovered my one day’s diary written 7-years back on my Gmail Account. Hahaha…i’m really an interesting person…if you don’t believe me, just read my story below:
2062 KARTIK 17
TODAY IS BHAITIKA. GOT UP AS USUAL AND WENT TO THE CYBER. SINCE SANTOSH’S SISTER HAD ASKED ME TO TAKE TIKA FROM HER, I WANTED TO AVOID MEETING HER TILL THE TIKA TIME. SO, DIDN’T COME TO THE ROOM UNTIL 1PM. THEN I WAS REMINDED OF DAD. WHEN WE USED TO STAY WITH DAD & DR SAAB, WE USED TO RUN AWAY FROM THE DERA AND WOULD RETURN ONLY IN THE EVENING – TO AVOID EMBARASSMENT. AT THAT TIME, I USED TO BE ANGRY WITH DAD FOR BEING THAT UNSOCIAL. HOW I USED TO MISS A FAMILY ENVIRONMENT, THOSE DAYS. BUT NOWADAYS PERHAPS I’VE BECOME LIKE DAD – AVOIDING PEOPLE & SOCIAL GATHERINGS.
THIS YEAR’S BHAITIKA IS DIFFERENT FOR ME IN THE SENSE I’M IN KATHMANDU THIS YEAR. TO BE FRANK – I’M NOT MISSING ANYTHING AT ALL. ACTUALLY, I’VE NEVER ENJOYED THE FESTIVALS, KAMKRIYAS, SARADDHE, AND THE OTHER SOCIAL GATHERINGS IN WHICH PEOPLE SHARE THEIR BITTERNESS AND COMPLEXES MORE THAN GOODWILLS.
JUST AN HOUR AGO, SANTOSH’S DIDI CALLED ME AND OFFERED ME THE SEL AND OTHER THINGS TO EAT. WHEN I WAS RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT THAT, SHE SAID THAT THAT WAS MY ‘BHAG’ AND ASKED TO TASTE THE ‘SEL MADE BY A SISTER’. SHE ALSO ASKED ME TO DO THE POOJA TO GODDESS LAXMI AS IT IS OUR CULTURE. SATOSH SHOWED ME THE PLACE WHERE SHE HAD MADE A POOJA PLACE. WOMEN EVERYWHERE ARE THE SAME. THERE WERE, IN THE NEWS, SOME FEMALES ASKED ABOUT THEIR BHAITIKA. I WONDERED GIRLS ARE REALLY VERY SYMPATHETIC TOWARD OTHERS. MAY BE THAT’S THEIR MOTHERLY INSTINCT. OR, MAY BE WOMEN WANT OTHERS’ APPRECIATION MORE – WHATEVER FORM THAT MAY BE. MAY BE IT WAS RUDE ON MY PART NOT TO ACCEPT TIKA FROM HER.
ANYWAY, SINCE I’D ALREADY MADE MY MEAL TODAY, I OFFERED HER MY TARKARI. SHE GLADLY ACCEPTED. SANTOSH SAID ‘ E LYA LYA AUTA BATUKOMA DIVASJILE PAKAEKO TARKARI’. YESTERDAY HE OFFERED ME TO GET BOOZED UP TO WHICH I SAID ‘NO’.
NOWADAYS, I’VE STOPPED FEARING HURTING OTHERS’ FEELINGS OR DOING THINGS JUST TO KEEP GOOD RELATIONS. THAT’S WHY WHEN I WAS CALLED AT THOOLOBUWA’S HOUSE FOR GRANDMA’S SRADHHA, I SAID I WOULD’NT GO, AND I DIDN’T EVEN LOOK INTO S UNCLE’S SHOP WHEN I WAS PASSING BY TODAY.
THERE WERE DAYS WHEN I USED TO LONG FOR BEING IN THE SOCIETY AND FAMILY, THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT I LONG TO BE FAR AWAY FROM THE SOCIETY – ESPECIALLY FROM THE PEOPLE OF PREVIOUS GENERATION. I THINK IT’S THE RIGHT TIME FOR ME TO GO ABROAD, IF THERE COMES AN OPPORTUNITY. AFTER SPENDING SOME YEARS IN AMERICA, MAY BE I’D AGAIN START APPRECIATING THE PLACE AND SOCIETY HERE. I SOMETIMES THINK WHETHER THIS IS A KIND OF SOCIAL PHOBIA, BUT I’M HAPPIER THIS WAY.
I ENJOY WATCHING TV, PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES, AND NET SURFING MOST.
SCHOOL REOPENS ON SUNDAY. ONLY 4-DAYS LEFT. AND THERE ARE A LOT OF PAPERS TO BE CHECKED.
OK, THIS MUCH FOR TODAY’S DIARY.
BHAITIKA: Bro-Sis Day Celebrated in Nepal during the Tihar Festival (A festival dedicated to deepen the bond between brothers and sisters. However, i’m not going to make anthropological interpretations here!)
DIDI: Your elder sister is your Didi
TIKA: Sister puts a 7-colored Tika on her brother’s forehead on the Bhaitika Day
POOJA: A ritual to express obeisance to Gods and Goddesses
BHAG: Your share of delicacies that your sister offers you on the BhaiTika Day
SEL: A Nepali version of Donut made from rice flour
TARKARI: Cooked Green Vegetable
KAMKRIYA: A 13-Day ritual to mourn the death of a family member
SRADDHA: A ritual day performed every year in remembrance of one’s ancestors
THOOLOBUWA: Your dad’s elder brother is your Thulobuwa, literally: Dad’s big brother
E LYA LYA AUTA BATUKOMA DIVASJILE PAKAEKO TARKARI: I’m dying to taste the vegetable curry made by Divas(how’s my translation guys 😆 )
Crazy Woman in Kathmandu: Much Madness is Divinest Sense
i often meet a woman on my way to office…people call her a crazy woman…coz she makes political speeches on the road…but she makes a competent historical commentary on Nepal’s socio-political affairs… If you’re from Thamel area, then you must know her…she’s your neighbor…there you see her in the picture above wearing a red salwar kurta…
Every time she begins her speech with the opening sentence, “i’m a Magar’s daughter, a descendant of Nepal’s first martyr Lakhan Thapa Magar”…then she goes on elucidating how India has been historically manipulating Nepal’s political and social groups…
Today i listened to her for about ten minutes, and said, “yes, you’re right”…and i continued my journey…however, she came running after me yelling, “hey man, stop…stop”. I stopped to listen to her, coz i respect the people whom the world calls crazy and listen to them carefully. I’ve found that ‘crazy’ people are more honest than the so-called ‘normal’ people.
She said to me, “I’m a mother of five kids, three girls and two boys. Will you marry me?” And she gave a big laugh. She’s about my age, but i saw that both her canines were missing and she didn’t enjoy brushing her teeth. Boy, now i was really scared. I enjoy startling people with strange remarks. But this woman seemed to be my Guru.
But, i recovered soon, and replied, “No, I won’t marry you. I’ll never marry.” Now she was angry with me. “If you won’t marry me, then why did you meddle in my speech?” she asked. I said, “But, i thought you were right.” Then she said, “Yesterday I saw your mom with a man who is not your father.” Boy, now she was sounding really like a ‘normal’ person.
Perhaps she wanted to quarrel with me, and therefore she was expecting me to be angry. But, instead, i laughed. Now, it was her turn to be startled. “Why are you laughing?” she asked. I said, “That’s impossible. My mom died long ago when i was still a youngster.”
The so-called ‘normal’ people say that ‘crazy’ people don’t have a sense of reality. But, this woman also proved my one observation that ‘crazy’ people are often more humane than the ‘normal’ people. When i told her that my mom died when i was still a youngster, she felt sorry for me…and she said, “Oh, i’m sorry. My mom also died long ago. You may go to your office now. But don’t meddle in my speech again.” Then she went back to her place and continued her speech.
Btw, if you’re feeling pity for me after learning that my mom died when i was still a youngster, please take back your pity with yourself. I’m a very cruel guy, & it’s useless to pity on me. I mentioned it on the blog coz the plot wanted it. 😉
a beautiful girl offered me a cake on the occasion of her birthday
generally, i’m a rude person 👿 and people are scared of me
however, since the cake was really delicious
i could not help being nice, and wished her ‘happy birthday’ really nicely
she laughed…and i felt good
how simple are the reasons to be happy
and how complex people make it !
Today I met my one teacher on the road after almost 20 years.
He used to be a robust man, but that was when Yeats’s “Ere Time transfigured me.”
His frail features reminded me of my dad.
People say that I’ve a very strange relationship with my dad.
If you’d read Dhanush Chandra Gautam’s ‘Ghamka Pailaharu‘, you’ll have some idea on what I’m saying.
In fact, I’ve rivalled with my dad from a very early age.
He’d a short temper, which I also inherited from him.
And he’s a huge influence on me: both positive and negative.
My dad’s and my ways are very different…and yet we’re so similar.
I know that he wants me to be happy.
And I also want him to be happy.
Last time when dad saw me, he looked at me from top to bottom.
And his otherwise anxious face suddenly beamed up.
And he laughed in his typical ‘ear to ear’ wide grin.
And uttered just one sentence: ‘Hel Gaya…sooner or later, everyone learns to swim.’
‘Hel Gaya’ in Hindi means ‘to swim in deep waters’.
My dad was referring to a childhood incident.
While in Terai/Madhes, my dad loved to go to a pond or river for swimming.
And I used to follow him. I also wanted to swim like him.
My dad is a good swimmer…he knows how to ‘helnu’ in troubled waters…
In fact, he loved to ‘show off’ his skills.
Once, to our horror, he even entered into the flooding Koshi River.
My mom and her two kids were so anxious.
Thankfully, he came back….as I said he’s a good swimmer, both in the water and in life.
When my dad would be in deep waters, I’d mimic his swimming skills in shallow waters.
Once, my dad carried me on his shoulder, and took a little deeper.
He caught me on my back, and I just flapped my hands and feet…
But, my dad would never let go of me from his hold…so I’d just flap flap and no more.
Seeing us father and son’s play, a Sadhu who was also bathing nearby us told my dad:
” Arey Chhod do usko. Apane aap Hel Jayega. Don’t hold him. Let go of him. Leave him in the water by himself. Let him drown a little, drink some water, and the yearning for life would automatically make him learn how to swim. That’s the only way how one learns to swim.”
But as I said, my dad was also a coward in some ways…perhaps, all fathers are. So, he told the Sadhu: how can I let go of my son in deep waters…what if he couldn’t swim…what if he drowns?
And the Sadhu gave a really hearty laugh, and said: if you won’t let go of your son, he’ll never learn how to swim.
Later, dad would recall that incident again and again.
Especially, when he would find me a ‘misfit’ in the society.
He’d say: perhaps, I didn’t let you go of me; therefore you’re not learning how to swim in life.
So, despite the grave differences between us in other matters, I was naturally happy when last time dad gave a big grin and said: Hel Gaya.