Being a Spectator

There is a spectator, among a hundreds of others, watching a game. This spectator is not any ordinary spectator though. Not too long ago he was part of the team that is playing the game now. He is no longer part of the team: Maybe he is not fit, maybe he has lost form or maybe he has just plain not been picked inspite of being good enough to play! Afterall, he thinks he is better that many of the players featuring in this game right now. He wants to play, he wants to succeed, he wants to entertain, he wants to be cheered, he wants to be a part of the team. But he is not and he cannot.
The game begins. The hundreds of spectators surrounding him cheer enthusiastically for their team. The team is doing well. He tries to join the masses, he tries to be cheerful and enthusiastic. But he cannot. He should be happy that his team is doing well. But he is not. He has tried to put the disappointment of not featuring in the game behind him. He has tried to put his head down and work hard to gain lost ground. But still in some corner of his heart, there is a lot of frustration and disappointment. He is not happy, he is feeling lonely and hurt.
Being a spectator is tough. Particularly, when one is used to being a performer, a leader, and in the thick of things.

PS: Just watched the hooo haaa india, aya india pepsi ad by ganguly on youtube.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFkJNlvtqYs ..... can imagine what ganguly must have gone through then.