"Show me a hero
And I'll write you a tragedy"
— Scott Fitzgerald, Notebooks.
Somehow some great lives seem destined to be cut off at the very peak.
Cruel as this cutting off, this act of fate, may be, it is the final
saga - the unexpected end - that helps complete the picture of a legend.
Dying young provides an ethereal halo to these legendary heroes and sets
them far apart from the survivor-heroes who live to tell and retell
their oft-repeated tales.
Then again, even before the tragic end at Imola 10 years ago, Ayrton
Senna was the rarest of heroes in an area of activity - sport - where
champions are commonplace but heroes are hard to come by. His strength
of will and fierce motivation saw him stretch human limits like no other
driver had done, or even dreamed of doing, before.
The most consistently fast driver in Formula One history in the
pre-Schumacher era, Senna was well on the road to creating records that
would have made extraordinary demands on the German genius, who is now
the undisputed king of the sport. Senna won 41 Grands Prix from 161
starts and was the world champion in 1988, 1990 and 1991.
But then, it is almost a sacrilege to speak of records and statistics in
a tribute to the Brazilian genius. For records were as irrelevant and
insignificant to Senna as mystical powers are to a saint. His motivation
was more spiritual than sporting.
Money did not matter. Fame was irrelevant. In fact, nothing really
mattered - that is, nothing that would matter to ordinary mortals
mattered.
And the `passion' Senna often talked about is not something that people
living ordinary lives with low pressures would understand, much less
readily relate to. Only the very few who constantly seek a higher and
higher intensity of purpose could have empathised with Senna.
He was a man who preferred high speeds and great pressures, a man who
constantly pushed back frontiers, testing his own will and endurance
harder and harder. Essentially, the car was no more than a handy vehicle
as Senna drove towards his own Nirvana.
In that sense, he was a complete one-off in the world of sport. Formula
One racing has more dare devil heroes than all the other sports put
together. But Senna was not just another win-at-all-costs champion.
For Senna, speed and daring were not macho statements. He operated on an
elevated plane where the ordinary thrills of motor racing did not
matter. And what many saw in him as arrogance was no more than contempt
for lesser mortals who had no idea of, or desire for, the kind of
perfection he sought constantly.
Obsession with perfection is fairly risk free in most areas of human
activity. The batsman can strive to play the perfect innings, not an
edged shot, not a single uppish drive. A tennis player can strive to
play the perfect match, almost every winner hitting the lines, not one
unforced error. If it doesn't come off, fine. The batsman, the tennis
pro, they can wait for the next opportunity.
So it is in almost every other profession. I can strive to write the
perfect sentence, the perfect story. If I fall short, no sweat. There is
always tomorrow.
But it is another thing striving for perfection at 200 mph time after
time, week in and week out, and especially when you know that it is not
your input alone that will make for perfection. If one little thing has
gone wrong in the setting up of the car, if one small mechanical problem
crops up, what goes is not just perfection but life itself, as it
happened at the Tamburello corner for Senna in the San Marino Grand Prix
10 years ago.
And to think that Senna achieved greater perfection at greater speeds
than any other driver in the history of the sport! To think that the
great maestro did it for more than 10 years without a single serious
accident until that killer weekend at Imola!
The level of concentration required to drive one perfect Grand Prix race
is phenomenal. But to produce as many as Senna did is something almost
beyond human capacity.
No great driver in the history of Formula One racing, from the five time
Argentine world champion, Juan Manuel Fangio down to the four time
champion Frenchman, Alain Prost, has ever shown the kind of mastery that
Senna did on treacherous tracks. Michael Schumacher comes closest.
Senna was the uncrowned Monarch of Monte Carlo. On a tricky road circuit
that the best of champions hated to compete in, Senna was champion six
times. And every time it rained during a Grand Prix, making the track
dangerous, there was one man - Senna - who ignored the odds and took the
chequered flag leaving the opposition a long way behind.
If his driving style was aggressive, then Senna was no maniac with his
right foot on the self-destruct pedal. It is just that he had that extra
bit of genius that not only set him apart form the greatest of
champions in the sport but also allowed him the freedom to take that
extra bit of risk as we have seen Schumacher do over the last several
seasons since Senna's death.
It was the Brazilian's extraordinary sense of judgment, poise,
intelligence and subtle skills that helped him seek out the gaps that
simply did not exist for the other drivers.
For all that, it was not as if Senna was not aware of the dangers in his
sport. "Car racing is intrinsically dangerous. I know that from when I
was four years old," he said.
"You can take a risk with each race. It depends on several factors, the
quality of the car, its ability to absorb shocks, its technical
preparation and mechanics. But there are other factors over which one is
powerless. There are so many other imponderables which can provoke an
accident."
To be sure, Senna, for all his genius, was not infallible. He made his
share of mistakes. And he always acknowledged them. But it is highly
unlikely that the three-time world champion had lost control because of a
serious error on his part and without any mechanical malfunctioning as
Damon Hill, his teammate 10 years ago, suggested the other day.
"As well as grief, there was another dimension. If it could happen to
Jim Clark, what chance did the rest of us have," said Chris Amon on
Clark's (world champion in 1963 and 1965) death in 1968. Every active
Formula One driver must have echoed those feelings after Senna's death.
Formula One racing is a tough, dangerous and quite often brutal sport,
one that victimises its greatest of champions. But Senna had somehow
seemed invincible, almost untouchable, not only by his peers but even by
Death.
"You appreciate that it is very easy to die and you have to arrange your
life to cope with that reality," said Niki Lauda, who miraculously came
back from the jaws of death after a gruesome accident in Nurburgring in
August 1976.
Somehow it seemed that Senna, for one, did not need to cope with that
reality, so indestructible did he seem. In that sense, Imola represents
his first and only defeat.
Then again, surviving is easy enough. That's what men have excelled in for thousands of years. But living is not easy, especially if you wanted to live like Ayrton Senna da Silva did. And die like he did.