Eklavya-the tribal archer

Hi, if you had any glimpses of my blogs then by this time, you must have realized that I’m good at drama.

Seriously, this is no offence on me. Somewhere, deep inside me, there lives a great screen play writer. I believe that every moment spent by any creature in this world, is an art in its own sense. Somebody wins, somebody looses. Somebody lives, somebody dies, but everything is a beauty for a beholder. You feel to cry, see a mother whose son is on front, if you feel to laugh, see a sister fighting to her brother for her book, if you feel to lament of loosing something, then see an old man, still carrying load on his back(he lost his youth and power). If you feel to be excited, see father of his first child on delivery day. So every moment is precious and extraordinary.

Why I’m talking like this today? Answer is simple I’m going to share again something with you.

Will you accept it?   

So let’s go back to my school days again. See there, I’m on my hero puch and about to reach school. Today is fifth September, teachers day in India. There is a big celebration today as every class is giving or doing something special for their.so dear, teachers. As I was from second shift, I was no fancy guy. But I fall for someone and my instincts as artist, are polished by now. I was a revolutionary thinker.  Let me introduce some of the characteristics of my classroom twelfth B. there is legacy, since past three years, we have captured the stage as just anything. We brought too much attraction at stage that no class was able to.  We were rare species and were on extinction. My idea was to make extinction a non-forgettable affair.

It’s not that I was making real efforts, but there were hell lots of people were trying the same. But they were way away from the idea what is actually non-forgettable. May be a strip tease in our play can do it. Or may be some movie thing, but it was done. No reiteration please. Or if we have a real fight on stage after forgetting the track and asking that “it was my line”. Or why not we ask some celebrity to come and join us on stage.

For Leo , the simple thing was, enact an extract from a Pakistani play Bakra-Kisto-Mein. It did not attract my any artistic urges. It was quite difficult to even imagine how it will look on stage. But it was initiative from Leo, so energy and people were on high. And also nobody had guts to deny the idea.

Confession time, wow man I have to do it, sorry brother, but I never found Leo’s sense of art and presentation, any good. I was not able to say in front of him, I accept I m a coward as not been able to speak in front of him. Biggest reason for it was his closeness to her highness. He had power to kill me anytime. I used to think that if said anything or if I will hurt him, her highness will never like. And come on, I love her so I can’t see her against me. One more truth, I actually shared my deepest secrets with Leo so I should say somewhere I trusted him and felt as a hindi movie goes, this guy will find how much I crave her and ready to do for her (did so much). That he will help me in her case. Man I relied on him like my own brother. I never took anything against him, by just anyone.

So , as in my childhood days, I had this story of Eklavya the tribal archer. I was mesmerized by the persona of Eklavya. He was the underdog and a hero. He was a self made man and still was ready to give all he had to his teacher. Man after Karna, he was the best archer of the world and Arjun came after him. But he was not destined to do greatness; still he put a huge mark on people all these ages. It was a real question to be asked at teachers day that why teacher’s pet is always most remembered guy in school whereas the people who are not able to impress teacher,don't get what they deserve. 

My brain was ready with the idea. But my ways were not allowing me to tell all this to Leo. Man it would have been a disaster if that idea would have reached him. Definitely he would have felt I’m trying to kill his idea. I was scared and nervous to put in front of anyone but Mr.Cool. He is very good in listening, and he listens attentively.

Actually Leo’s idea bombed very badly on the day, just  before celebration, no actor who can deliver such kind precise slapstick and timing that people will laugh. Dialogues were too strong to be spoken in front of students and also on a day like that. Come on, have some damn logics. But everybody was confused now. What will happen to the chronology?  Twelfth B has got nothing good this time. 

The school was over and I was reciting some of the William Shakespeare’s prose on her highness, while leaving the auditorium. And I knew she was getting me, but girl’s old ways act as if she haven’t listened at all. I was in another mood that day. Somewhere unknowingly I was thanking God. As just few days before that, I cried in front of god and asked for any opportunity to prove myself. And that day I got it.

That day evening I went Mr.Cool’s house with my script ready and asked him for suggestions. He was not much bothered about the whole fiasco, so very Cool. He was attracted to idea and asked me to keep up the good work. But while returning I felt may be tomorrow some other fellow will come and put his idea. I was just an ordinary guy an miracle happens with extra ordinary people.

Back to the present day, now I have parked the bike in parking and I’m walking with a trot, man I’m excited. I’m normal clothes today. Here I m on the road, just next great football field. it's a good weather day. It’s day no sweat, no chill. Winters are not far and you can see that as air is mirthful. The grass in field is green as just now rainy season was over and uneven weed also has covered all over the scenery. Now I’m at basketball court, my shrine, I should be on it at least once in a day, or I’ll miss happiness in the day. It is just a perfect day.

Just now I entered in the New building campus, there is chaos all over. But my destination is not this place. I reached my classroom, walking all way from the corridor of seniors. I met few fellows there; Goblin is busy in making arrangements. I also joined him, I ‘m also a Prefect. We asked students to enter Audi in a mannered way. Ask them to sit, and behave properly. After all this I found Mr.Cool, we were together now returning back to class room. We are joined by another fellow, his name is Mangu. He brought a very good Kurta, draped on him. He is looking so good. Everybody in my class is present on this day, but spread all over the school, doing their duties. I ask Mr.Cool to help me in this play; I wanted to filter my script more sharply, so that can be performed in fifteen minute of time period. He took the responsibility. I was now little ignited by inner self. I felt do or die. I ran to Audi again, found whoever was there and told my idea, majority of them were so unaware that no emotions from their side. 

That time feelings in me were dead, seriously. i was not bothered about others and their feelings, which if you see from my point of view were great plus point. Actually i'm a man with small, mentality ussue, i think about about others before thinking about myn ownself and also if they really cared about my job. But luckily this was the time when i actually felt nothing. I was prepared with the script , idea and now left to dissolve this cocktail in the brains of these men , rather actors. I started explaining them inside the classroom, i felt like a dictator, every thing i would say, will be a law. but truly speaking when you act like one, you are empty at heart and execution of brain and lips were mechnically. 

I understood the situation that first requireemnt was  men, rather actors. As they were not ample. So i found i have to be on the stage. I started declaring each persons identity and at last i found i was missing with Eklavya. He should have been someone real, in my sense. And those days feelings about life was really gruesome. Recently i had found that i was not good with many things which were kinda important to life. Also as teachers had their favourite names on their tongue. i was a lost identity. Another addition to the fact was i was in love and her highness gave a damn to me. All  these were a great inflammable mixture, may be equivalent to Ammonium Nitride. 

So, i discussed my matter with Mr.Cool, he told me as you know the dialogues and track of the play. You should in maximum time on the stage as you can save people who are not well rehersed. That was a fact , no doubt, actually some people had roles of walking in crowd, no dialogues.I asked for general consensus, at this point my feelings were mixed one. Suddenly the vacuum was filled with feelings. am i really a deserving candidate to be a protagonist of a play.

This can yield severe criticism, if bombed. is there anyone who wants to do this role, after listening. Man i was stressed, but my dear friend Mr.Respectful Indian said, come on you  can do  it and then the whole bunch. 

Things were clear, no suddenly an idea came to me. i wanted costumes and props to be there in play. but arrangement was risky. So idea was to make the play as professional as possible, we asked Goblin to make sounds of different things, especailly the DOG's barking. \

Now i visualize the play for three seconds and i got my answer. Question was if we are a group of international theatre artists, then how we will be acting? How we will look? and Answers suddenly occupied my whole brain. It was Kurtas and Pajams, normal make up, actaully no facy affair.

I was satisfied by the idea, but no came the answer how can we get these many of them. Answer was impossible. 

Then second option was in vests and half naked. i guess to me it was respectful. not because girls can get their piece of entertainment. but as we all will be uniform looking and i have seen big theatre artists performing like that. My decision was firm, we all went half draped on the stage.

Now clutter of thoughts has been cleared and i was not bothered about anything. 

The time came, we were annouced, and slowly , from the backstage we took our places, 

First scene was Drona in the Jungles with his disciples. They had a dog and loyal one. The dog kept encircling them and alerting them. 

Drona talks about all Panduvas which was kind of introduction to every character, who filled the stage. Also only one Kaurava, as we didn't have actors. There were prasies about every Panduva and highlighted praising for Arjuna were he gets the promise of making the best archer in the world.

Second Scene was only a decision to go deeper into the jungle and see the nature.

Third scene introduces a tribal archer , who is praying an Idol and seeks wishes from the teacher. He is not introducued with lavishly big lines but humble one. he was man of integrity.At the end he starts practising his archery.

Fourth and Final scene, is where the braves comes near to the archer's practicing place and there the dog starts barking. By the way dog was the only constant sounding (barking ) thing. It suddenly stops and the mob gets distracted , the dog returns to the drona and he founds out, that somebody had filled dogs mouth with arrows. And its been done so skillfully that the dog is alive .

Drona gets disturbed and asks for the identity of the archer. Answer come in humbe way that he is son of tribal clan and an archer, entitled as Eklavya. that make dorna engrossed into the thinking that how come  there is a teacher better thann him.  He asks for the identity fo the teacher, Till now the eklavya, who actually drew nearer, was in front of the braves. As eklavya never learnt anything from Drona, was atonished by the surprise visit. Drona asks about his teacher, his answer was simple you are the only one. Best teacher in the world.

His atonishment was multipled by thousand, drona face was in deep thoughts. he asked how come you learnt from me, i never taught you. He said i made an idol of mud and always kept you in front in my thoughts and all good were rained upon me. i showed the idol, for all the students of Drona, it was a time of confusion. How can one can learn with a mud idol in front of him. 

But the greatest effect came on the ARjun, he was promised somewhere but this tribal kid was better than him, the control over arrow was way head of him. 

This time of happiness as Eklavya thougt cannot be compared to anything happened to him ever before.But same time was a dreadfull time for Arjuna as an archer.

This was real situation of the world somebodies happiness is somebodies is grief.

So, Drona thought of the situation and asked Eklavya, you still believe i'm your teacher. The answer was very obvious, Yes, and he siad that. Then Drona asked if you have the blodd of real tribal warriors in your viens and your have the courage of a ferocious Lion, then give my Fees. 

Sudden, surprise inboth the sides. Eklavya was swelled with the proud, he hails  from a small tribe and in his whole tribe nobady had ever given something to a Person as great a Drona. 

Answer was simple you wish my noble teacher, i will do anything to repay the honour you have given my by asking.

That moment was treacherous air was blowing and time was cunning, so even the greatest of greatest was affected. Drona asked for the right hand thumb of Eklavya as that was the most precious part of human body , if you are an archer, that right thumb actually holds the bow and give direction to the arrow. Drona dissappointed humanity by doing so. He alone cann't be blamed , it all in the fate.  

This was the time, when sky became darker and wind blew harder, Eklavya gave no second thought to it and took the newly sharpened arrow and the motion was bloody.

Second moment Eklavya, was on his knees , presenting the thumb to his teachers.

That was scene where accorfding to me audience should stand and applaud , but it did nt happened. But still i knew there were waves for it.

Man, what a feeling after that play. i proved myself. I had dreams of been distinguished by the terachers and also by the students, it was respect taking event. 

BUt i was wrong, people thought that i dea was brought by Mr.Current. as he was a famous for. 

all the teachers gave him, the credits in the class room , and i was just always watching him humbly accepting the gratitude.

It was feeling as I'm foxed by somebody.

 

 

 

 

Tuckered- New horizon

Man, welcome to My world again. There have been quite a few days that I haven’t written any blogs.

Actually I was running away from Computer system, I' m somewhat addicted to computer. I stay at least seven to eight hours in front of system in office and then, in night I type all these blogs and also sometimes I read eBooks and PDFs

 So ultimately, my whole life revolves around computer. This has started taking toll from me, as my eye sight is weakened, badly also no physical workout so some cramps, always.

 Leave it,  let us start with my today’s mood. I'm really happy and my life now as I see is in a successful venture. I met and been cared, loved and sometimes respected, by so many people.

Yeah I’m speaking the truth. I know what her highness can feel when I suddenly asked her that I love her. God, if I would have been in her place, well must have done the same stuff. She is on high in life. She loves someone, she have great career and happy a promising life. She can’t even have a damn imagination that when somebody seeks love and he is denied, how bad he felts. It cuts heart, slowly and slowly. Man, I’m blessed, blessed that I can have pain in my heart. I know people must be thinking I should go and play dil wale dulhaniya raj to get her, but whoever has seen Rab ne banade Jodi, he will understand love is not about getting somebody; it’s more about sacrificing yourself. And when you will sacrifice yourself, your heart will be your caretaker. Suddenly life will start helping you in keep her hay and whatever you will decide for her. After listening to heart, you can give immense happiness to her. I know calling her and bugging her will only make me feel weaker. I love her and that’s why I let her go. Because calling her daily and making her life, mentally sick, is easy thing. Big thing is to control yourself and live the life with your heart-broken. It’s like you don’t have hands to eat yet you have to eat. You are impaired, still you say man I’m not going to die like this.

This is the time when thoughts like suicide and intoxication, are easiest things to do. Actually speaking in my case, it would have been the particularly very easy. I stay alone, nobody can stop me. But then I felt that if I’m really son of my father and I’m really a person of ethics that I boast of. Then I will really come up from this situation. I will win. I have no choice.

You know every time when I think of calling her and telling her that “may be you don’t love, may be you feel I don’t deserve you”; you know what my heart says? He says” Come on man, this is the time you were losing out in life because of her. Actually she was way beyond from my reach, if I say in terms of life. How a person who lived in her house, can accommodate herself with a street urchin. A person, who lived like going tuitions and thinking of IIT and all sorts of good college, can accommodate with a defaulter.  Even today she thinks of making a career, whereas I m living my good time as my father has saved quite a good money and that’s why I m still living in a better place. If I would not have been my father’s son, then I would be making posters in some banner. Man I owe him, big.

Confession time, even Shivaji tyagy was out of reach to me in case of any comparison. So man, she made a right choice.

I used to think that if I get a chance to choose a partner for her,what i 'll search. my answer will be, first a guy who’s really an all rounder. A man who’s solid, sensitive and serene, not a lunatic like me. Though I tried my ass, damn hard to get it. 

He is qualification should include IIT+IIM, if that’s too high then a govt. officer.  That guy should have a persona of toughness. His height should be at least six feet tall, dark but clean skin. He talks about just everything; he is an honor as company, a great motivator. His innocent looks complement his secret charm of seduction. He is quick witted and makes you laugh at just any situation. He is as diligent as any studious geek, but his quality of secrecy saves him from anykind of taunts.

Sports are not just physical workout but he enjoys himself in team and feels happiness in achieving victory. He is a great compliment to any team. He acts generous while taking any credit and feels immense happiness, when he is acknowledged. His idea is do well and receive well.

As she is just blunt in her ways, he will be sharp but elegant. His ways of loving her will be more like a out of a romantic book experience. Rather than going to a restaurant, he will like her to sit behind him in a heavy pouring day. After a long drive, hot-hot boiled corn will be his idea of love. Every week movie will be a necessity no matter which movie it is. 

He will always help in cooking and Sunday will be his day of attending the kitchen. He will always ask tips from aunties, sisters and other friends to prepare a delicious food recipe. 

Kids are his reflection and he has loads of fun with them. As he believes only in one kid philosophy, but you will always find him with some body’s kid, in any get-together.

His face will suit his personality very well.

Sharp features, a small face with triangulated chin. Small but acute nose, beady eyes with real sparkle in it, very noticeable forehead as little big in comparison to the whole face. A big grinning smile that captures the heart instantly. His physique is athletic as his love for sports always urges him to play.

This is the ideal man for her. But I don’t know what she has found. If she has chosen him as her life partner, must be great. And actually she has proved me wrong and a big nonsense. But I still feel life will give another chance to me and she will not be the girl. I really don’t need a blunt girl any more. I still feel somewhere she should be lunatic and lively like me. Three cheers for life.

Let‘s just rock!

 

 

 

    

i wish i would have born in that generation

Eightth January

Hi friends .Yeah I said hi, that’s means I m positive today and no negative thoughts at all. So let me tell you right now one thirty in morning and I m feeling happy.

Let’s just start our day. Actually in morning on eight, I felt very weak and cannot wake up, not even from bed. I was shivering. I knew I weakening my health due to poor food habits. I m only living on three times tea. It’s not about any financial crisis. But I have lost my appetite, totally. So nine thirty in morning, I messaged my senior I will not be reaching office on time. I woke at one thirty pm and prepared for office and reached. There I did what I usually do, check mails and do some orkutting. Suddenly my inner self pushed me to at least open the application and do the stuff. I started working in between I suddenly remember how Miss Beta use to talk to me and how generous she was for me. I decided to read my old chats and mails. After all those old literature, I judged myself, very heartless to people who actually treat me well. I had a smile on my face after reading all this and was also happy as she forgave me, after I apologized.

 Till I finished all this, it’s time to go home, as I finished my Monday’s task today. It was a lovely feeling of glory and embarrassment.

In night I lingered around here and there, till I decided to see some movies. I was little excited by the idea and went straight to the parlor and got three Motion pictures.

Let me have the honor to tell the names. First I asked for DASAVADANIYA, it is movie about a looser like me, who seeks everybody‘s  happiness  over his . Life plays a game with him as he is a tormented soul , he gets another blow as a cancer. Doc says not more than 2 months and then he gets a chance to be selfish and do what he always liked. Whole of the movie was about a looser and felt each emotion clearly as man I know what a looser means. It was an amazing feeling all together when I saw it. I felt that guy can do it. I can also do it. 

Second movie was the Kung Fu Panda.  Let me tell I love animation movies, my child favorite channel is cartoon network. And as this story was quite a simple one.  As don’t search anything simple be what you are and you will be a hero. Just be yourself. I felt great energy in my thought process after watching both the flicks.  Man kung fu panda, was something made me realize what I didn’t receive, was not meant for me. So leaving all blues, I m feeling bright at this time. Wish me luck I can continue the good work.

Third one is a typical bollywood comedy; copy of the great Hollywood flick The Hitch. I brought it to be merry and see liter side of life. I have not seen it yet. I will watch it tomorrow.

 Sorry folks I know match is still somewhere in my thoughts I will bring on soon.

 

 

 

Tuckered-The match-updated on 14/01/09

So, let us start our journey again. I introduced my abilities to think and act. I tried to be a good technician in providing a complete solution to the matter. I was working and working hard. I was missing so many good traits. Even then I didn’t subdue to the situation.

Now, if you remember, I was on the match, Basketball match. As I have explained you how important was that match. We should go ahead with the match.

That  was I guess a Saturday, please forgive me if I’m wrong as , I remember I didn’t attended any class on that day, from the starting of the day. I had a great sleep last night. And I was eager to see myself, glorifying greens.  I went out and first thing was collecting all the players before the match for a quick word. But truly speaking I task remained undone as all could not make it. I went to our sports teacher to talk about the proceeding‘s, he told me after fourth period match will start. I asked my players to bunk classes, to get a good warm up session. There were reds also sharing the same court and were quite happy about it.

 I was at lapse today, I was busier in doing clerical works, like make a list of players, plan their jersey number and report to all the teachers for attending the match. Till interval everything was normal as usual. But in interval we started making court lines, D-lines and cleaning the court. After the task was over, I saw quite interesting people, collected just outside the court near lot of trees. They were outsiders. Let me introduce you them, One was Reds old defender, not left the school, Mr.HiMan and his brother. Also Mr.Cool’s whole family was there, including his father, some old seniors and campus dwellers.

 Man, no I realized that it’s going to be a grand affair. Suddenly students were out as interval was over and people started pouring in. there were people who had not relationship at all, yet there support was very important. They were helping in arrangements. I found my juniors very enthusiastic about us. And that day I found Green Goblin’s fan following. Some of our seniors were there to support him.

We used our house jerseys as the game jerseys. We wrote out number at the back with white chalk. It was amazing to write down that number on it. Ball’s were in and they were new one. They were little different from what we use to practice, hard and bouncy, full of air. They were not gripping well to the hands. But we knew after few dribbles it will be fine.

 We submitted our list and stood in a line up. Our Principle came and shaken hands with us. I led him as being a captain. The process was repeated by the reds. 

We went for toss and we decided the court. 

We got the court towards the principal’s residence.

I was happy, but something was stopping me from inside. Somewhere I was chained chained to a thought that I’m captain. And I need to be treated different.

This was something every sports person will think of heroic glory. These things were there in my mind even before I have touched the ball. My attitude was like I will the next Knight in the Birmingham palace.

All these things were creating a tempest in me. I was not player on the court, rather more like an actor who will get applaud on just anything that he does.

 Match started and I was expecting reds to be a strong team, after the jump ball we got the ball, luckily and we attacked, something happened that I was not expecting. First try and first count. Man he is the diamond from the coal mine, Green Goblin converted our very first shot into two points. We were in lead. I have acknowledged this guy earlier also for his great sporting skills, Mr.Current was something I thought of, he was not well versed in shooting concept, that’s why he go the defense line up. I asked him to check on center as his position. Man it was amazing feeling Mr. Airy came three times and all the times missed due to greater momentum.   Wow whereas I shot one two pointer which was fumblingly received by me and it was easy if you forget all the chanting and screaming of the players (as happens in the practice matches). Next basket was also converted by us , of course by Mr.Green Goblin as he just ran without seeing his near partner, who was already there to receive a good pass.

 Till now I have not seen the score board. But suddenly time out brings me back to this world, the world of reds. As n starting of match we green forgot we are against reds and played a practice match, where no matter how the game goes, it’s more important how many baskets I did. It was amazing sleep that we were waked off. My observations told me we were at lead, as Mr. Perfect went and threw his cap, which he wore in style where the flap goes back behind the head. There was a disappointment in the faces. Their biggest face, Mr.Airy , such a solid player, man with speed of bull , had actually lost three straight opportunity and greens were at Six-Zero lead. My o my, I felt we can just drag this lead till the end. But truly speaking that was a wish. Man believe me you only wish, when you not sure of it.  In my great sport mind suddenly analysis report of reds pathetic confidence level was issued.

What to say, till that time I was in cozy environment as that goblin was shooting good and pressure was off me. So I can do all I want rather than concentrating on game. Now I felt I need to get maximum passes as to become hero. By that time reds were over with the time out and they have taken a campus dweller, Mr. John  in, for whom this court was like his back yard (quite true in any sense), so no question of pressure, also he came new he didn’t have that feelings which reds other players were having. I knew lot about his way of playing. I put one on one check on him. This stopped him for quite a moment and he was still compelled to pass and passes were received by Mr.Airy. He lost himself completely; he was passing to others rather than going for shot. But I knew that kid is talented, he did it he actually put first shot for the reds to be counted. There was heavy jolt of crowd. This was bigger than you expect. Somewhere shook me inside.  That was the time I went out of confidence, little. I feared that anybody should get ball but not this Mr. John . This was the first mistake which I did in the game. And also which led to do other mistakes all together.

This checking of John helped Airy to try himself, and got the confidence. I guess no more,for him too, this was a final match. As John was rotating the whole world. He just went and tried few shots and got the rhythm back. Big problem, man big problem, I really didn’t had anybody to match their skills in offence. Now I felt the pressure, also I lost track of shooting also I was more concern in checking as for me Goblin can shoot.

But expect the unexpected, they bloody buggers, actually showed that why people say practice harder. There center was good and sharp. The whole game moves one eighty degree and start playing a different tune. My goodness, now one man show was not possible. Still I left the defense as it is and spent more time near the other court.

But after some time feeling was frustration, these buggers can’t even bring a ball from that court to this court. And whichever manages to reach this side of the court, was again lost by any of the rookie by shooting it from an awkward place or position.

an I needed a savior who can pass me and be a play maker.  I changed Mr.Respectfull Indian in as center player so that Mr.Current can help me. But whatever we do, this bloody Goblin will in offensive line up and will make an unsuccessful shoot attempt and back to our court.

Half time declared, I was madly silent (I guess you understand when Insanity reaches its peak then you actually become calmest calm of the whole world).  I was out of plan for second half.

Even commenter was singing heroics of the reds. They were most buzzing team that time. Everybody was cheering everyone. Our side was no different, keeping me aside. I was not happy to see Mr.Perfect as it was sing along way communication. I was determined for him.

As the second half started, I did two baskets in a quick secession. One all the way by me, as it was over the head pass to me from greens center.  Reds, were with different strategy, they were brought Mr.Perfect to offence and Mr.Airy went for defense. I was quick on that note. I just went to power guard position. Man it’s amazing, every time he comes he have to pass through me. My blood was boiling as they were still at lead. He again came and this time was about to pass through me.

 I knew what I have to do, simple tactics. Knee guard (broaden yourself at knees by going little bit down), this lefts no space for a player to pass through you, without touching you. He just didn’t stopped, I guess he under estimated me, straight first I blocked him then suddenly out of the way. This create problem when you are in a momentum. I lost his balance and happened what expected, fell down.

Mr.Perfect ‘s tryst was not over,  again tried himself with great vigilance. This time he was in a better place than me. I had to do something, it was final half and I don’t have much fouls with me. This was the time to earn it, straight to ankle lock. He saved himself just from falling. We saw each other’s eyes. It was blood red, I guess before this match we were one the best examples of friendships. Now, we are against each other. 

Confession time, Man I m not as great as any Michael Jordan was. But believe me I have seen people expecting form you and you yourself expecting from yourself. And if you failed, then fight or brawls are very obvious things. Even blood doesn’t have any importance if it comes to ambitions. The insanity of a hard worker can easily be compared to the insanity of a crazy drunkard.

  So hitting or fighting with reds was the priority on that day but suddenly I was attracted by another fact of the match that I did almost Seventy percentage of balls converted, which were passed to me. I thought these are final opportunities to keep the score running. But everytime for that moment I reached the offence line up, Goblin screwed me badly. I asked him again and again to rotate the ball outside if he is inside. This actually reduce the pressure on him and helps us in keeping the ball control.

But what I can expect from, a rookie that too, such a adamant. I was totally disappointed by his ways. Even I create a hole in the defense, he doesn’t pass. His ways were so irritating me, that I actually ended up in saying , let’s see how big star you are. I let the control of the match go. I acted like I was wandering there, not playing. This was the crucial moment, before this we were in fight and now we are not. I can easily see that how bad Goblin is. Everybody was shouting on Goblin, and he also was such big @#$%. That he doesn’t stop.

That day he got his name as Green Goblin.

I can see greens loosing. I don’t make any promise that I would have done this or that. But everybody knew match would have different if this bugger would have played sensibly.

My biggest, match of life was ruined by this maniac. And I let it happened, this proves my over reliability on people. I’m no vulnerable guy, I m the person who lost and I take the whole responsibility, that I was the reason for our failure. No motivation to team when low at times, no B plans when nothing is working. No strong strategy for times some maniac do like this.

Man a complete destruction.

Mr.Perfect shared a secret that how good he felt when our English Teacher shook his hand and congratulated him.

 I went and first thing I did was I saluted Mr.John for inspiring confidence in team. And also great Mr.Perfect, as he came and hugged me and said it ok.  Game is game, he knows how good I play and team did pretty well. He was humble guy, as after this much have happened and still keeping it up.

   Mr.Airy and Mr.Cool were shouting like hell, they were proud winners. But truly speaking only one guy lost my faith as player was Mr.Airy. That day, I understood what substance he is made up of as a sports guy (no personal offences, I may be wrong in others opinion but still I hold my perception firmly). 

Also Mr.Cool’s ability didn’t get nicely tested as he was in out quite a time. And he was more into passing, sorry can’t say it play making, as that is strategic passing. Actually speaking he played a game where he was too good to be criticized and to bad to be applauded.

Another guy, who should get an applaud is Mr.Mony, he was reds center, this guy was amazingly sharp for center. He was fear for me and also played a worthy game by giving long passes to players on attack.

 

Shri Sadasivam, block no9, flat no.sb2, kences retreat, reddy street, virghumpakkam, 9790828120,srcm.org,So, let us start our journey again. I introduced my abilities to think and act. I tried to be a good technician in providing a complete solution to the matter. I was working and working hard. I was missing so many good traits. Even then I didn’t subdue to the situation.

Now, if you remember, I was on the match, Basketball match. As I have explained you how important was that match. We should go ahead with the match.

That  was I guess a Saturday, please forgive me if I’m wrong as , I remember I didn’t attended any class on that day, from the starting of the day. I had a great sleep last night. And I was eager to see myself, glorifying greens.  I went out and first thing was collecting all the players before the match for a quick word. But truly speaking I task remained undone as all could not make it. I went to our sports teacher to talk about the proceeding‘s, he told me after fourth period match will start. I asked my players to bunk classes, to get a good warm up session. There were reds also sharing the same court and were quite happy about it.

 I was at lapse today, I was busier in doing clerical works, like make a list of players, plan their jersey number and report to all the teachers for attending the match. Till interval everything was normal as usual. But in interval we started making court lines, D-lines and cleaning the court. After the task was over, I saw quite interesting people, collected just outside the court near lot of trees. They were outsiders. Let me introduce you them, One was Reds old defender, not left the school, Mr.HiMan and his brother. Also Mr.Cool’s whole family was there, including his father, some old seniors and campus dwellers.

 Man, no I realized that it’s going to be a grand affair. Suddenly students were out as interval was over and people started pouring in. there were people who had not relationship at all, yet there support was very important. They were helping in arrangements. I found my juniors very enthusiastic about us. And that day I found Green Goblin’s fan following. Some of our seniors were there to support him.

We used our house jerseys as the game jerseys. We wrote out number at the back with white chalk. It was amazing to write down that number on it. Ball’s were in and they were new one. They were little different from what we use to practice, hard and bouncy, full of air. They were not gripping well to the hands. But we knew after few dribbles it will be fine.

 We submitted our list and stood in a line up. Our Principle came and shaken hands with us. I led him as being a captain. The process was repeated by the reds. 

We went for toss and we decided the court. 

We got the court towards the principal’s residence.

I was happy, but something was stopping me from inside. Somewhere I was chained chained to a thought that I’m captain. And I need to be treated different.

This was something every sports person will think of heroic glory. These things were there in my mind even before I have touched the ball. My attitude was like I will the next Knight in the Birmingham palace.

All these things were creating a tempest in me. I was not player on the court, rather more like an actor who will get applaud on just anything that he does.

 Match started and I was expecting reds to be a strong team, after the jump ball we got the ball, luckily and we attacked, something happened that I was not expecting. First try and first count. Man he is the diamond from the coal mine, Green Goblin converted our very first shot into two points. We were in lead. I have acknowledged this guy earlier also for his great sporting skills, Mr.Current was something I thought of, he was not well versed in shooting concept, that’s why he go the defense line up. I asked him to check on center as his position. Man it was amazing feeling Mr. Airy came three times and all the times missed due to greater momentum.   Wow whereas I shot one two pointer which was fumblingly received by me and it was easy if you forget all the chanting and screaming of the players (as happens in the practice matches). Next basket was also converted by us , of course by Mr.Green Goblin as he just ran without seeing his near partner, who was already there to receive a good pass.

 Till now I have not seen the score board. But suddenly time out brings me back to this world, the world of reds. As n starting of match we green forgot we are against reds and played a practice match, where no matter how the game goes, it’s more important how many baskets I did. It was amazing sleep that we were waked off. My observations told me we were at lead, as Mr. Perfect went and threw his cap, which he wore in style where the flap goes back behind the head. There was a disappointment in the faces. Their biggest face, Mr.Airy , such a solid player, man with speed of bull , had actually lost three straight opportunity and greens were at Six-Zero lead. My o my, I felt we can just drag this lead till the end. But truly speaking that was a wish. Man believe me you only wish, when you not sure of it.  In my great sport mind suddenly analysis report of reds pathetic confidence level was issued.

What to say, till that time I was in cozy environment as that goblin was shooting good and pressure was off me. So I can do all I want rather than concentrating on game. Now I felt I need to get maximum passes as to become hero. By that time reds were over with the time out and they have taken a campus dweller, Mr. John  in, for whom this court was like his back yard (quite true in any sense), so no question of pressure, also he came new he didn’t have that feelings which reds other players were having. I knew lot about his way of playing. I put one on one check on him. This stopped him for quite a moment and he was still compelled to pass and passes were received by Mr.Airy. He lost himself completely; he was passing to others rather than going for shot. But I knew that kid is talented, he did it he actually put first shot for the reds to be counted. There was heavy jolt of crowd. This was bigger than you expect. Somewhere shook me inside.  That was the time I went out of confidence, little. I feared that anybody should get ball but not this Mr. John . This was the first mistake which I did in the game. And also which led to do other mistakes all together.

This checking of John helped Airy to try himself, and got the confidence. I guess no more,for him too, this was a final match. As John was rotating the whole world. He just went and tried few shots and got the rhythm back. Big problem, man big problem, I really didn’t had anybody to match their skills in offence. Now I felt the pressure, also I lost track of shooting also I was more concern in checking as for me Goblin can shoot.

But expect the unexpected, they bloody buggers, actually showed that why people say practice harder. There center was good and sharp. The whole game moves one eighty degree and start playing a different tune. My goodness, now one man show was not possible. Still I left the defense as it is and spent more time near the other court.

But after some time feeling was frustration, these buggers can’t even bring a ball from that court to this court. And whichever manages to reach this side of the court, was again lost by any of the rookie by shooting it from an awkward place or position.

an I needed a savior who can pass me and be a play maker.  I changed Mr.Respectfull Indian in as center player so that Mr.Current can help me. But whatever we do, this bloody Goblin will in offensive line up and will make an unsuccessful shoot attempt and back to our court.

Half time declared, I was madly silent (I guess you understand when Insanity reaches its peak then you actually become calmest calm of the whole world).  I was out of plan for second half.

Even commenter was singing heroics of the reds. They were most buzzing team that time. Everybody was cheering everyone. Our side was no different, keeping me aside. I was not happy to see Mr.Perfect as it was sing along way communication. I was determined for him.

As the second half started, I did two baskets in a quick secession. One all the way by me, as it was over the head pass to me from greens center.  Reds, were with different strategy, they were brought Mr.Perfect to offence and Mr.Airy went for defense. I was quick on that note. I just went to power guard position. Man it’s amazing, every time he comes he have to pass through me. My blood was boiling as they were still at lead. He again came and this time was about to pass through me.

 I knew what I have to do, simple tactics. Knee guard (broaden yourself at knees by going little bit down), this lefts no space for a player to pass through you, without touching you. He just didn’t stopped, I guess he under estimated me, straight first I blocked him then suddenly out of the way. This create problem when you are in a momentum. I lost his balance and happened what expected, fell down.

Mr.Perfect ‘s tryst was not over,  again tried himself with great vigilance. This time he was in a better place than me. I had to do something, it was final half and I don’t have much fouls with me. This was the time to earn it, straight to ankle lock. He saved himself just from falling. We saw each other’s eyes. It was blood red, I guess before this match we were one the best examples of friendships. Now, we are against each other. 

Confession time, Man I m not as great as any Michael Jordan was. But believe me I have seen people expecting form you and you yourself expecting from yourself. And if you failed, then fight or brawls are very obvious things. Even blood doesn’t have any importance if it comes to ambitions. The insanity of a hard worker can easily be compared to the insanity of a crazy drunkard.

  So hitting or fighting with reds was the priority on that day but suddenly I was attracted by another fact of the match that I did almost Seventy percentage of balls converted, which were passed to me. I thought these are final opportunities to keep the score running. But everytime for that moment I reached the offence line up, Goblin screwed me badly. I asked him again and again to rotate the ball outside if he is inside. This actually reduce the pressure on him and helps us in keeping the ball control.

But what I can expect from, a rookie that too, such a adamant. I was totally disappointed by his ways. Even I create a hole in the defense, he doesn’t pass. His ways were so irritating me, that I actually ended up in saying , let’s see how big star you are. I let the control of the match go. I acted like I was wandering there, not playing. This was the crucial moment, before this we were in fight and now we are not. I can easily see that how bad Goblin is. Everybody was shouting on Goblin, and he also was such big @#$%. That he doesn’t stop.

That day he got his name as Green Goblin.

I can see greens loosing. I don’t make any promise that I would have done this or that. But everybody knew match would have different if this bugger would have played sensibly.

My biggest, match of life was ruined by this maniac. And I let it happened, this proves my over reliability on people. I’m no vulnerable guy, I m the person who lost and I take the whole responsibility, that I was the reason for our failure. No motivation to team when low at times, no B plans when nothing is working. No strong strategy for times some maniac do like this.

Man a complete destruction.

Mr.Perfect shared a secret that how good he felt when our English Teacher shook his hand and congratulated him.

 I went and first thing I did was I saluted Mr.John for inspiring confidence in team. And also great Mr.Perfect, as he came and hugged me and said it ok.  Game is game, he knows how good I play and team did pretty well. He was humble guy, as after this much have happened and still keeping it up.

   Mr.Airy and Mr.Cool were shouting like hell, they were proud winners. But truly speaking only one guy lost my faith as player was Mr.Airy. That day, I understood what substance he is made up of as a sports guy (no personal offences, I may be wrong in others opinion but still I hold my perception firmly). 

Also Mr.Cool’s ability didn’t get nicely tested as he was in out quite a time. And he was more into passing, sorry can’t say it play making, as that is strategic passing. Actually speaking he played a game where he was too good to be criticized and to bad to be applauded.

Another guy, who should get an applaud is Mr.Mony, he was reds center, this guy was amazingly sharp for center. He was fear for me and also played a worthy game by giving long passes to players on attack.

Seventh January

When in morning I got up, something pricked me inside. I was my conscience, actually forgot to get up early in morning as I promised myself to and exercise. Man, I getting worsen and worsen. My mood was so gloomy, so was the weather outside. It was cold and I shuddered. Today I felt how far I m from the people who loved me. The warmth of their love cannot reach me here. I also didn’t prayed last night to give a good day tomorrow. I was busy in writing the blog. I guess , he didn’t like it. I was ready to face the consequences.

By the way last night I sketched one his portray, by keeping image in my heart as a vision. I thought maybe this will rejoice me and him both. I did finished 80% of the sketch, with little coloring. But it was not enough for him. It’s a big one that I had tried to portray. Actually I thought if he is my ancestor then how he would have looked.

 As Hanuman is a monkey god, I actually don’t agree to the theory properly. But I still believe men can have tail. Basically my theory has evidence too. But let it be my point is not to prove his existence. My point is interpreting Hanuman’s sketch in my way. I believed Hanuman was Prince so he will more like a Greek God physique. As I felt always he is synonym of power and strength of a man. So started with it and I somewhere, was not comfortable with his monkey face. I made it as of supremely human. He was ideal for any man to seek power. And his face expression is humble.  In the starting I was nerves. But in the end was sweet sense of achievement. I did it. And I don’t need any superficial applause.

Man, I m really, in a trap I guess, a trap of pessimism. My ability to think is going worsen. After so many days I did something positive. 

So after reaching office, I saw my senior was there as usual, we shared greetings. And that’s all. I did nothing in the whole day, just sat on the chair and waited for somebody to come and chat with me.  I know I was doing a crime. I guess this feeling is there with me since the starting of this week.

What to say. I m in a fix, when I tried to concentrate, I think only about her, did she ditched me, if not then what’s the harm in sharing a thought. Why she is acting so cruel to me. Why ? I guess remembered her every birthday, I tried to be with her in every special moment. I told her my every up and every down. This is not a fair game at all. After her this kind of behavior, my inner self is cutting me inside, what made me do these many things to her, when she doesn’t bothered. I guess I m the dumbest dodo in this world. And I should extinct.

Later in the afternoon, I started searching my old seniors; I found so many faces, with whom I have spent quite a time. They all are now in a great state; my brain started fetching old files again. Those days and how I use to be. My O’my, great lord was so much happy with me. I had only and only fun in life.

Till the evening I have seen some episodes of Third rock from the Sun, and called it a day. I’ m really useless fellow. 

Tuckered-Teamwork

On sixth of January, I woke up late and wanted to get ready as soon as possible. My idea was simple, skip the breakfast as it takes at least six minutes of walking and then 10 minute to serve and finish. After breakfast again 6 minutes of walking so in totality I will lose 22 minutes which is near to half an hour. I did it. And reached office and found the great senior of mine already working. Hats off!  to him for being punctual, always. But I didn’t speak to him, something in me stopped me from inside. I guess this was my response in turn of yesterdays behavior. Today I had same feeling of angry child in me.Why did you do to me. Say sorry. And all these lines I cannt speak to him as my ego will get hurt. My O’ my, some time I don’t understand why and what I do.

This incident made me remember big shoot down of my life. On that very day I behaved in the same way and found myself losing my favorite game.

That was my twelfth standard, and I was the captain of the team. It was quite a glorious feeling. I was young and agile.  I started my year with a mission to prove something. I acted like a hero of big Hollywood movie star throughout the year. May be some people will certainly agree as they know that the story was nothing but screenplay was awesome. Last year greens, as we were known lost their first qualifying match itself. And that time the captain pushed me hard to get him victory. I still remember that match when I was getting maximum  passes,Mr.Chawla and other team member were passing me like hell. And Mr.Jain (from Blues), who was a left hand dribbler and tall figure, checking me like a mad shark in the ocean. He also succeeded in adding few baskets extra for the blues.  That day I saw the miracle,Mr.Chow-Bay, who was a class mate, did his life time best act. He got loads of awards (recognition) for a last minute three pointer. That was the utterly luck as he threw it from almost half of the court. And we were in trouble waters as cannot compensate a three pointer so soon and ended up in loosing. later after that match even my English Teacher appraised him in the whole class saying he was great today. I cann't say anything on that.

Confession time! This is something I never like to say but I have to. This lose was nowhere in my brain as it hardly affected anything in life. I was still going to be captain next year. I knew my name even can be considered for the captaincy of school team, as I was next to Mr. Perfect.  So I kept my nerves enact, next match was against yellow. And I was happy for Red as we both, shared respect for each other. We both were great teams in spite of their so many veteran players.  We supported them like hell in the match against yellow and they won and reached the finals. Now it was our turn to crush the yellows into the nano-particles.

I was very confident before the match and I believed in only one player. He was Mr.Sprint. he was fastest guy I have ever met, he hails directly from a village  and believed me as player.

The game was totally one way drive as we both did the what we suppose to do. Many of the field goals were done in a state where we both stood and passed each other to do the finishing. We both were fast for them. Also I guess they were down due their earlier defeat.  By the way, don’t forget we were also looser of first match. At the end we did it, now stood third in the tally. Happy and hope, both were served to me, after this match. 

This was a milestone, as my only motto to explain you this situation was my positivity. And I was alive in eleventh standard, even though I was smitten by love and defeat.

So we moved ahead to twelfth standard, I practiced whole year like hell. Hardest the labor, better the feeling, feeling of winning. It was awesome man. I think only of two things those days love and play. Rest of the stuffs were happening, accidentally. That will be in another part, today only game. As I love this game.

So I started preparing not only myself but the team. I was the play maker and I needed clever players to execute my game. I was getting insane to win that year. I even tried to get good players of blues. I negotiated to them as there team was worth less without a great like me. Join me up and see the glory. Actually this idea was given by some reds as one of the players was in another house. And last year, he changed his house due to some reason. All this happened in the starting of the year itself. And I asked them to do it as soon as possible so that people will not doubt. But they were fools or rather ignorant of how it feels to be winning. They led down my offer due to financial reasons as they cannot buy a new t-shirt again.

Let it be, It didn’t affect my determination at all. I was pushing myself every night to new level. I had all new sets of moves and strategies. You would not believe some of my new move were inspired by sixth standard students, one of them, lived in the campus,  was very impressive. I also worked on quite a few strategies against taller guys. Especially for Red’s gigantic centre players. They were my targets. I have seen every player closely and played loads of game with them. I should not say I knew the weak points, as they were very good in all the things. But yeah I knew their limitations, which existed with everyone.

 Confession time, that was an era of Michael Jordan, man he was a defender, still he managed to score highest in NBA. I was madly in love with this dude. The way he behaves after shooting and the big leap for layup. Man he was phenomenon. Mr.Perfect had different way of playing due to small physique , he use to throw the ball from underarms during layup and that was disrespectful, no matter how effective it is. But real magic of Mr. Perfect was spin. I never understood that why his ball goes and sticks to the board where as mine just bounces off, if some momentum is there. But believe me I had a way to stop him. And sharing it may be offending  to him, but two good and fixed pivots will stop him from taking layups and he was very deceptive at it. I had prepared theories in my mind. But I cannot execute all of it. I needed people as clever as me to understand. I needed at least two tall guys, One feeder, three shooters(including me), three fixed man and three athletes. My combination for a good basket ball curry spices is out.

 Man I started searching from my classroom. I started observing people like crazy. The way they move and they way their body language is, were tool for me to decide whether he can play nor not.

My classroom was full of oddly shaped creatures.There were people having good shapes,but were pathetic in moving their bodies. One of my friend who is in army now was so slow that I use think why he is bowling (cricket) in slow motion. Another friend, Dexter was amazingly uncontrollable. There were others who never even touched any sport in the physical world. There were some exceptions with the oddly shaped ones. One of them was the Respectful Indian. He was amazing at the table tennis. And I found him full of gaming sense. He was marked.  Then I found one guy called Mr.Current, he was great man. He is the only one, l learnt later, to put a perfect Yorker, fast and exact.  He was an honor to the team. Leo was nowhere even near to thought of.

 I got more people in the same fashions I don’t want to kill the beauty of match by going into the details of selection process.

One evening while playing, Mr.Cool’s younger brother Mr.Airy, who was in very good form and somewhat he was playing like a raging bull, not concerned about any consequences. While trying check he hit me twice and I asked for foul. He was enraged and started doing deliberately and later chanting foul! foul!  This was really unacceptable to me. And as I was determined to give him taste of his own medicine. I was incited and first thing I did was went straight into the chest of centre player with knee as guard, he was hurt. And so is the whole team. The game was no more a game, it was a War. Both the teams didn't left any opportunity to show their skills. And later I became a victim.  While trying to jump, I landed in a wrong position and ankle got twist. I left the court early that day and nobody bothered about me as what happened. I went home tied my ankle with crepe bandage. I went to school next morning I was practicing with my team, suddenly Mr.Cool and Mr.Airy came and started shooting. I shouted like a old hag. I don’t want to play with you before the real match. As you people are plotting to injure our players. They will not be able to play then. I left the court with my ball.

Confession time, those days in my life was first time I was against Mr.Cool, he was dear friend, but I wanted to win, that whole day he was kind of teasing  me, no matter, what drama I do, red will win. Even in the interval he was joined by Leo . But my idea was still the same that this year nobody can take this from me. 

Suddenly there was wedding in my native and I left the city for some days. I knew in mind that there is a possibility that match can be scheduled in those days. I prayed to god every day and wanted badly to be part of the team, my team.

Before I was coming I inquired about the match by the phone call. The news was not good, the match was scheduled one same day as I was about to return. But even then I considered myself lucky. Hope was still there. I reached home 8:30 am, and so I took a bath. In my mind I was praying , continuously. I took my moped(my gray beauty) and reached school in interval, I guess 10:30 am or near to it. I brought my ball with me , all geared. That was amazing . Suddenly the crowd acted insane. Everybody who was on court was in a fix. There were talks I guess in morning that greens are missing their captain. And now from out of the blue suddenly a ghost has landed on bb court. Man, I was like a proud king who’s addressing people and answering question. Even the Green Goblin was so happy, this guy is great character in my life. I collected the whole team asked the rest of people to leave this side of the court and started doing my proceeding. I was shouting and while shouting I guess one of the blue’s player didn’t like it and took it personally, later he retaliated. Another thing is that I was shouting to abate my nerves.

 And later that afternoon. We were against yellow , the first match itself. Now yellow was the color we liked, they lacked of any good preparation. But my mind was observing two players, and I guess they were fatal enough to make us regret. First one was Mr.Chemistry, those days he was the most arrogant fellow in my life. He gave me a damn always, he was great at chemistry also a great friend  of the respectful Indian as they shared table tennis love.  Another guy was junior to me, and his strength was his so ordinary dribbling with so extra ordinary shooting. His name was Mr.Winswall. and if that was the bad day then defence of Mr.Chemistry and Shooting of Mr.Winswall can led us to the match for third position.

So I  did what I can do, In first five minute their wounds were open, they lacked coordination. They were like who ever got the ball should run. Without taking any support.  Man first half was amusing and we were at comfortable zone. But second half was as astonishing .Even after having such a good lead, we started turning little slower and this was an opportunity for them. A new guy Mr.Talls, took the responsibility to play centre and then D, to take rebounds. There were two tall giants, snatching almost all the balls on rebound. And this gave somewhere, confidence to Mr.Winswall. He acted as I suspected, suddenly they started making gradual rise in the score card. We were also scoring but any shot missed means rebound and who will take the rebound. So played a small trick, I knew giants are not good in shooting. So I checked full court Mr.Winswall. Even If I got opportunity to hit him from back or side I did it. And I did it even , sometimes in the presence of referee. That guy was blind that day, only few minutes were left. Instead of increasing our score I asked my team to waste time. And that day we saved our skins. That team was even.

Confession time, now I see that match again in my brain, I see myself a criminal, that guy was playing good I should have let him do what he was doing. Believe me he missed only two or three shots in second half. And I didn’t let him attempt much. I was a shadow to him, my idea was do not let the ball reach him, first and if reached then make him pass as soon as possible. And this is only possible when I bother him like hell. So that I played a game of shit for my personal self and a victorious strategy for team. I ask forgiveness on this act of my life.

Now we were in finals. Man, the feeling was awesome and we wanted to face Reds as soon as possible.

Meanwhile one day I was practicing on court suddenly one guy came from the back and tried to kick me, I defended and his kick didn’t touch me. But then he shouted at me like hell. "You know who’ m i? I 'll see you. You are god here, you tell us where to play and where not". Man I was short circuited. I have never seen this guy in my whole life and he is saying I was shouting at him, come on, give me a break. Then story came as he is from blues, he was been asked to leave that court for practice so he was now retaliating to me, for it. I was determined to take some action, but those were the days of love. Happy, mirthful, soft pinkish days. Where man thinks about others and images. I was subdued by a sinlge comment from her highness, what’s the difference between you and him. " lamb , o poor lamb, he didn’t understood , I should go and consolidate him, for the bad treatment happened to him". Aah, these were first thought came to me, to get apt impression on her highness. Man of peace, mahatma. But suddenly Green Goblin came and showed brotherhood, he took me from the class room and told his intentions that he will help me.

Come’ on, be man. These juniors are nuisance, we have to answer them. Anybody can imagine what will be the next step. I thought we will go with cricket bats and hockey sticks and will beat them into pieces. But something else happened, we went to our English Teacher and we asked her help in suspending that guy else, we will take a strong action. I don’t know what does that strong action meant. As I knew nothing happened after her assurance. And I felt to be a fooled out. 

 This will continue man! Now I have to sleep its 3 in the morning.