Join Date: Jan 2003
The Hunter and the Hunted
It’s a jungle out there. It’s where dog eats dog, big eats small, clever eats simple and quick eats slow and where the survival of the strongest, fastest, fittest and most athletic far outnumbers the survival of the weak, defenceless, timid and mild. It’s where bravery and courageousness walk hand in hand in the path of intimidation and threat. It’s where desire and ambition laugh in the face of fear and caution. It’s where success and glory outshine failure and defeat.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a kingdom as wild and as savage as it was peaceful and gentle, there lived an antelope. But this was no ordinary antelope, she was a tall, slender and svelte eland-like creature with graceful lines and soft eyes more akin to a small gazelle. With a short, curvaceous tail that bobbed in the breeze as she bounded across the lush, green grass, her delicate lips uttered only a sweet silence. But this delicate and fragile looking beauty lived in a shadow. A dark and fearsome shadow of animals far stronger, far quicker, more powerful and more experienced in the savage world in which they lived. And it was only those that survived.
As winter passed and spring blossomed, the hunting season was almost in full flow, but the fight for survival was only just beginning. Now as we know, this was no ordinary antelope, but her elegance, gracefulness and charm were surely no match for the cunning and guile of her competitors in the arena where there were only winners and losers. Nothing in-between existed. One by one, our delicate eland began to turn the tables on the hunters, she out-foxed the hounds, she was winning the battle. Soon, now, face to face with the queen of the realm, she stood no chance. Thrown into the lions den, the audience watched in fear as the antelope prepared for her slow and painful death. What makes this antelope special, maybe we will never know, but that fateful ending did not happen. Instead of the blanket of blood we all had expected, a magnificent cloak of red adorned a new champion.
But this year in the Indian Wells jungle it will be different. No longer the hunter, our antelope will now be the hunted. Everyone will be after her blood, her crown, only this time, she must be even more hungrier and even more thirstier than before. But we know our champion is special, no, she is _so_ special, and no cowardly lion or timid tiger is going to remove our princess from her throne.
This is the year of the antelope!