The logic behind 22 people running for a single ball,is something that's left me flabbergasted ever since..I grew up hearing my dad lauding n (kinda) worshiping Maradona,bitching about the undue prominence for cricket in India..It was not onam or vishu but football worldcup that was the big celebration at home,with dad ringing up every now n then for updates..
The football matches irritated me,.and it irritated my dad even more when football and cricket were scheduled simultaneously,my granpa being an ardent fan of cricket,if u even call someone a fan of a sport..As my bro grew up,he under the influence of granpa,was up for cric..playing,watching,dreaming cric..cric fever always..and he started becoming a threat to dad,the opposite league becoming strong day by day..and he,in the hope of having someone for support,started educating me the art of kicking n heading..I being the all time imbecile when it came to sports,understood every goddamn thing,that i rather absconded from the front room at the sight of a ten sports or espn running..
My bro grew up,developed his caucus in the neighborhood,and became a sports guy..the interest consistently being cric,leaving dad disturbed..Kid grew out of the nest and spheres of influence widened..the physical changes coincided with changes in interests,with dreams of a goal replacing the dreams of a 'sixer'..but the worst part was,his kicks i used to get amid deep sleep,out of some glorified dream in which he shares the field with ronaldinho and beckam,which earlier were some screams of a catch..
It became easier for me to buy him gifts,for anytime n everytime,all i had to do was buy a jersy or a football..Gloating and all my dad was,but that never made him refrain from yelling at the kid for the umpteen no: of CFLs he broke during the 'practice' sessions in the courtyard..
Burden of studies increased,and the stereotypical dad pressed the guy to concentrate on studies..10th being the most important year,kid was abstained from the ground..'Lemme play dad please,else i would be plump,..pleasee..PT Master says i can be in the school team..please appa..' became a popular plea,with the even more popular denial statement,'Study,..a second lost is lost forever'..Pleas gave way to demands,paving way to tiffs and verbal exchange..The scions finally reaching a conditional consensus decided to leave the fate to the board marks,90% being the threshold..
The otherwise 11th hour server,studied seriously and ended up scoring a 92..Not that it was something of a great mark..but it empowered him to play..get into the school team..realize all those dreams without compromising with the studies..
And so it was..
KV Thrissur comes out Champions in the zonal matches today,thus qualifying to play in the Regionals,in Chennai Region..
Sarcastic and all i am,to him,without really appreciating on the success..but i feel happy for him..truly :)..
PS:My bro comes home,elated and excited,wearing the jersy,the orange and black one..Dad smiles and says,'the same combination as ours in my 10th std'..