3:2 Debate Is Life, The Rest Is Just Prep-Time. Chapter 4, The End Of The Beginning

This is the final chapter in the series, scroll down to find earlier chapters

The morning crept up on us. Momentous mornings always seem to arrive before you expect them to.

Quarters.

Butterflies.

Adrenaline with a crazy gung-ho high.

Anticipation.

Nerves.

Three guys cheering for us, two of us in the team.

The next few hours went by in such a flurry that it in hindsight it seems unreasonable to think that so much happened in that span of time. The morning began when we all woke up to find Suddu completely dressed and ready to leave. When we told him that he was up and ready way too early for the debate, he informed us that he was going elsewhere.

Else where? This was the first time we’d broken, where the hell was he going? He wasn’t going to watch the debate? He wasn’t going to be there to cheer us on? Bastard! Too sleepy to say much, we bid him goodbye. While leaving he mumbled something to the effect of, “Oh comeon guys, I’m assuming you’ll win the quarters and I should be back in time for the semis comfortably, alright bye, see you at the semis.” Sure, he was assuming we would win the quarters. Like we won quarters everyday, like it was no big deal.

Later we got to know what prompted Sud to cook up such nonsense. He was going to meet a girl. Some girl he knew from his stint at LSE. Like I said earlier Sud’s experiences with the ladies have been terribly disappointing, to say the least. Which is why that morning when he realized that this girl wanted to meet him, he found himself in a deep moral dilemma. On the one hand he wanted to hang in there for his team, on the other hand was a woman. A woman. Suddu had been looking for a woman for many years now. So drastic had his desperation become that he saw a prospective partner in every female now, with little regard for quality, compatibility, age, anything at all. Suddu often exclaimed, with much self pity, “I’ve never even held a girl’s hand and I’m nearly twenty two!” Sud reflected on all this early that morning and it came rushing back to him in frightening detail. The choice was suddenly a simple one. He was going to meet the girl. Of course, he had to justify missing the debate, more to himself than anyone else. Suddu likes to do that, justify things to himself. So in his mind he envisioned Shobhit and me as Denny Krane and Alan Shore. The opposing team (ranked 1^st thus far), in his mind, became a couple of school kids who would be flattened easily by us and he would be back in time for the semi-final. All was good, life made sense and Sud skipped away happily.

A couple of hours later, the rest of us were at the debate as the motions were released. We met our opponents and after the mutual cancellations, we arrived at “Pornography is good for women on the whole” as our motion. Ironically we, the so-called desperate engineering guys, were opposition. Anyway, before you knew it, the twenty minutes of prep-time were over and we entered the tiny classroom.

They made their first speech and it was nothing like we expected it to be. Their case seemed to be modeled on the notion that pornography was protest against patriarchy and this protest made it a symbol of the liberation of women. The problem was, however, that they didn’t say so in so many words. They kept trying to sell the idea that porn was choice, porn was freedom, porn was occupation, porn meant equality. A little confused, I got up to make my speech. Controlled aggression, I told myself, controlled aggression.

I went sequentially, trying to take down every point made by them thus far. The response from the adjudicators seemed to be good. They were nodding at just the right times, noting down stuff at what I believed to be our stronger points, laughing along when I made a joke. Seven and a half minutes later, things seemed to be going well and I sat down again. The government responded next in their deputy’s speech. His seven minutes added, in my opinion, nothing to the debate at all. No new lines of attack, no new arguments, not even rebuttals of any value. With respect, it was a redundant speech. Smelling blood, Shobhit rose to give his speech. They were on the defensive. In most debates, this is the turning point, when one team has the distinct advantage and can go all out on the offensive. In the three member team format, I often give the whip’s speech and know exactly what it’s like to be in this position. Shobhit did exactly what he had to, he nailed in our points, cementing our edge. He had all the time in the world too, since there was nothing new from their end. The adjudicators were clearly on our side by the end of his speech. We were making the other team bleed now, dragging them by the neck. Cross questioning, which was our forte, hadn’t even begun and we were already in the driver’s seat. We could see them giving up too, their shoulders were sagging and their smiles had disappeared. Cross questioning went well too, we answered well and they were defensive all along. As far as I was concerned, their game was up. Anything they said in the closing could only be a perspective on what they had said during the debate, and we were confident all that was well covered.

There was a slight glitch just before our closing. Neither of us was prepared for it, each had assumed the other would be handling it. In truth we weren't used to delivering the closing so shortly after cross questioning since we had been government for most of the tournament, giving the second closing. Here we were opposition and the closing had just sort of crept up on us. Anyway, I made the closing and it went as well as it could have given the circumstances.

Then came the next glitch. The guy in the other team came up and delivered a fantastic closing. He introduced new matter disguising it subtly in the form of perspective and shifted focus from the meat of what the clash in the debate had been to certain seemingly irrelevant constructives mentioned in passing in their first speech. Most of all, he harped on how we hadn’t tackled the symbolism attached with pornography that they had spoken of. After his closing, I experienced my first chill. But we were still more than confident of victory and left the room to the adjudicators.

Outside, everyone who had witnessed the debate seemed to regard us clear winners. Pranay also expressed his confidence freely. We expected it be a quick and easy decision for the judges. Fifteen minutes later, none of the judges had left the room and we began to get just a little bit worried. Pranay’s views were now, “If they give it to the other team, it can only be because of that closing.” Thirty minutes in, things got pretty tense and we were all going through every bit of the debate in our heads to see where the difficulty in deciding who could have won may be arising. Finally after forty minutes, the judges were ready. As I walked into the room Pranay yelled out from behind us, “They can’t give it to you, the government made just the symbolism constructive and you didn’t answer it.” With that ominous message still in ringing in my ears, I entered the room behind Shobhit.

Suddenly the room was full of all kinds of weird things. Dogs, airline seats, headlights, brawling drunkards. Then just as soon, they disappeared and were replaced by five very quiet panelists. The head panelist, or chair, stood up and everyone went very quiet. He asked us to take our seats and we did. Not a sound was made as he cleared his throat.

“The decision is a 3-2 split” he said, and paused for effect. A long “ohhh” went around the room. Then he spoke again, slowly and deliberately, “The side receiving three votes is…..the government” That was that, we lost our first ever quarterfinal on a 3-2 split. One more vote and we would have made it, just one, but we didn't.

A section of the crowd broke out into cheer. Our opponents came over and shook hands, and our tournament ended there.

Meanwhile, in another part of town a young man was just about to meet a pretty brown eyed girl. She came from around the corner and walked towards the café where they were supposed to meet. He took one look at her and was floored. She was even more beautiful than when he had last seen her at LSE. As she walked towards him, he felt the same stirring that every young man has felt at least once. Oh the twinkle in her eye, the curls of her hair, oh the gentle delicacy of her gait. Heart pounding, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he knew it was love. When she reached him, he blurted out, “You look….you look really great….”

“Really?” she replied with a smile that only worsened the fellow’s condition, “I do hope my boyfriend agrees with you, he’ll be joining us here soon….you don’t mind, do you?”

Flummoxed, he began to mumble incomprehensibly. “Boyfriend!...Boyfriend?....but I skipped my friends’ debate for this….I missed the debate!”

“Sorry?”

Suddenly he delved into his pocket and fished out his phone. He fumbled with it on the for a few seconds then put it to his ear, all the while mumbling under his breath. When someone picked up at the other end, he started off, “I’m coming for the semifinal, I’m just leaving guys….I’ll be there soon enough, don’t worry I’m rooting for you fellas….I’m coming. ” When he finally stopped talking, the person at the other end told him that we hadn’t made it past it the quarters. On hearing this he sat down slowly and held his head between his hands. For the next few minutes, he just kept shaking his head from side to side, completely ignoring the girl's concerned banter. After a while, he resigned himself to spending the afternoon with the girl of his dreams, and her boyfriend.

Ahh, poor Suddu, how could he have known. She had looked single enough on Facebook and we had seemed like such a strong team.

Teams from our college consecutively made it to the quarters of two more tournaments right after this one, losing each time on a 3-2 split. The jinx was finally broken at IIT Delhi when our team (Shobhit, Pranay and myself) went all the way to the finals and finished second. The team then went international to the Malaysia Debate Open and reached the semis, losing, once again, on a 3-2 split. The same team will compete at the Asians Debate this May. This will very likely be this team’s last tournament as Shobhit and I are set to graduate soon.

Suddu, meanwhile, has established himself as an adjudicator of repute, ranking very high at the Malaysia Debate Open and being chosen to judge debates up till the semi final. He is also adjudicating at the Asians in May. He still hasn’t held a girl’s hand.