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Wonderful Way of Winning !!

NEWS:

Vishwanathan Anand,the Indian chess grandmaster has defeated Mr. Boris Gelfand in the world championship. This Moscow challenge was a tough one for the grandmaster as he had a tie after the 12 classical games he played against the israeli chess master.



BACKDROP:

Anand has won this title five times in a row. But recently he had lost a few games which were supposed to be his fort`e. The critics started to crib that age had taken a toll on his genial abilities. Some said he had lost his proficiency while some said that it wasn't his cup of tea.


MY OPINION:

The Grandmaster with his tremendous win has reaffirmed that if will is strong then age is a very small obstacle.Even at an age of 42 he has a remarkable concentration level and focus.He trashed the stereotype that such CEREBRAL GAMES are not only for Russians.One point I would like to emphasise is that stardom is temporary-those at top are at a higher risk; when Anand won the title he was praised from all sides. But on losing just one or two games he was treated as a "retired" player.Despite a glorious past he had to sweat it out to catch up with the upcoming masters. He tried all his best by coping up with his low confidence level.
A sure shot mantra as we all can now fathom is "Perseverance".Anand was never demotivated by failures nor was he too proud of his achievements. Known for his humility, he has once again come out with flying colours. Now that's what you call CLASSICAL CHESS!!


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