“You are at first down” these were the first words which I found was worth savoring. Yes, after umpteen months of looking at the field from third man and waiting for my turn
To bat up the order was finally there. I was out third ball, bowled, and it took me 3 more matches to finally bat again. For all those days at third man I made plan of how with one inning I will change the course of the game, but it never happened for 2 years I guess.20 odd runs and a catch I remember were my first heroic deeds. Till then talking of achievements I had straight A from school, couple of scholarship and many credentials which never gave the big O to me, my innings did. And after few more years of my cricketing career it was time to hang my boots. Did I??
STATUS- Failed.
I tried and was almost there. I was 11 but still I could have done better. My first poem was garbage, but for my first story I tried really hard. I read it and understood it was not meant to be told. I hated my English classes because I made too many grammatical errors ,had a limited vocabulary , couldn’t speak as good as my sisters and yes I wanted to sound sophisticated which I never could. Colonial hangover takes a bit long time, may be a life time but it was hard to escape from it. Coming back to my story it was about a boy who ran away, met three people, wrote three poems and came back. But it was tasteless, “English can never challenge Mathematics” I said, and moved on.
STATUS- Fugitive
“She is the second one” I proudly claimed to my friend, and I was 16. Yes ,she was only the second one who despite of being attractive by my predetermined and deeply researched parameters didn’t ended up in the bed by my naive figment of imagination. “She should be understood” said I and my friend laughed at me. I promptly used my F-word and then told of telling others about his fascination with our math’s teacher and it worked. “I need to talk”, said I and she is the only one I couldn’t speak to. What a shame, I am listening to Simon and Garfunkel number, Mrs Robinson, while writing this and I just can’t get her out of my mind. My math’s teacher off course
STATUS- Classified.
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3 comments:
i madly search means to go back to that time..and you made that urge stronger..
these empty days throw in a lot to retrospect..
'it was so beautiful out there'
Damn you man! You write beautifully, but your posts are just too short for my liking! ;). And sometimes incoherent, but well that might be the intention! :) Keep writing dude!
@AbP.. yes , i guess it is more of the discomfort we have with our present which let us peep into those days
@tanul..man first thing i love the way u write...and the comment coming frm u makes me really happy.. yes i do find it difficult to write if i take a bit more time..i luv to write in a hurry and that causes it to be short and incoherent coz it is almost like the way my mind wanders..
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