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We love losers ...

The match was close. It was cricket match between Australia and Bangladesh. Most people believed the result would be obvious, but the Bangladesh team offered a tough fight. People were mostly cheering for the Bangladesh team. But this time they didn’t win. Few months ago though, they pulled a surprise victory against the Aussies though, and people would have loved if they had done the same this time also. We all love upsets, unless of course, we or our favorites are on the receiving end. Or in a broader sense, we often tend to love losers.

Be it loving Devdas making it a super hit each time it comes.
Be it loving a hero who loses
Be it cheering for a weak team against a stronger team
Be it seeing a dark horse win.
Be it suddenly having a new-found love for Sourav Ganguly, whom were abusing a year ago for non-performance.

… Or is it the other way round?
… Do we hate winners or achievers and love to see them fall?

Be it secretly hoping that Australia loses each time it plays
Be it seeing Ricky Ponting getting out for a duck.
Be it seeing Roger Federar lose in a upset (unless he is your favorite)
Be it secretly hoping that Bill Gates doesn’t get any richer.
Be it having a wish to see Microsoft lose a legal battle.
Be it hoping that the US economy doesn’t grow any larger.
Be it seeing the favorite of an award lose it

… All only if it is not our “favorite” on the receiving end.

Comments

  1. Nikesh Rathi3:00 PM, October 03, 2006

    @ silencekilled

    That was intresting.

    ... maybe a loser loves to see someone who is similar to him and thus empathize ... and most of the ppl have usually lost in some way or the other ... and that applies even to the most successful people in the world.

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  2. Anonymous12:57 AM, October 05, 2006

    exactly i agre wid both of u.......every person likes to empathize wid those ppl who r under the similar circumstances as him........so normally human beings develpoe a soft corner for those ppl who r down and out in their lives.............

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  3. sharad shinde6:49 PM, October 27, 2006

    is it we love losers or we hate winners. Both things are not the same.. first we hate winners and so we love losers . we hate australia winning evry time so when it is defeated by weak opponent we become joyous in sadistic anand.
    Do we cheer for bangaladesh when they are oponent to india?. Do we have mercy for bolwer of bangaldesh when sehwag and sachin showing them boundry twice in a over? we dont .

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  4. Nikesh Rathi10:11 AM, October 28, 2006

    Maybe 'loving' a loser actally never is.
    We may just want a loser to do good, but again we may like him to lose again if he reaches the same level as our favourite or ourselves.
    Maybe this loving a loser or a weaker part is just due to our fear of the winner winning further.

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