I somehow never liked games. The only games I ever enjoyed were cricket and badminton.
I was about six-years-old. Fielding on the leg side, I caught a catch jumping over a well near our chawl! They just could not believe what they had just seen. Even I couldn’t. But that was awesome. One childhood memory that is as fresh as the aroma of hot, chocolate cake. The childhood quality of fearlessness is something I still could not explain nor understand.
Then, long after I had given up playing cricket, I decided to play once more. In the heat of the afternoon sun, at the Vasant Nagri sports complex, I was in the fielding team. The batsman hit the ball in the air. In my direction. Only trouble was that I had to run some 30 yards in front and dive if I had to make the catch! I started my run. I heard my brother and his friends shouting to the batsman, “Run! Run! Woh kya pakdegaa? Bahut saal ho
I was their male buddy! Somebody with whom they can talk freely. Without any inhibitions.
Life was fun. I had not started earning yet. The real games had not yet begun.
1 comment:
these games are different, there is no point returning a smash until you are sure your opponent cannot take it.
you need to know your side of the court very well, there cannot be room for mistakes. guard your boundaries, there can be slimy intrusions which control you, even before you know it. learn the pattern of the opponent, always helps, be unpredictable...and return the smash.
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