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'..
Pedigree!!
Khuda Hafiz
~Gayathri~
20 comments:
congrats 2 ur sporty bro n cheers 2 kv tcr team
Nicely described! Congrats to your bro and his team!
Cheers!
Kudos to yur bro :) ! and thats nicely written experience.... wat abt yu? not a sport eh?
:-) Nice!
P.S. - why don't you remove this word verification thingie? very irritating..
Ravi is so big now? I can still remember him in his trousers!!!
And KV has got a team for everything now and they are doing good too??? I cant believe. Vyshu's bro is there in the Cricket team. KV nannayo njan irnagiyappo???
age old battle, and i think its more in kerala where there are both the fans of the genre, hmm i can so understand your situation, at some points it was true rofl
take care and keep writing........
me too, me too. You know, in 1992, i was in the 8th Std, and the Benson and hedges world cup was going on in Australia. I used to get up 3 am, sometimes 2.30 am, and in the pretense of studying would happily watch the matches. And it was in April, during our Final exams. All Indias matches were the day of exams, yet i was more into TV than books.
My father used to say that surely i would fail this year. If i dont fail change his name and all. But when the results were out i had passed with not so bad marks.. He was shocked.
I played for KV and went to chennai for state level cricket tournament. Bygone times, HUMMMM(sigh). Nice post.:))
nice post..
cheers...
Hey congrats to your bro!! and thats a great write up for him, am sure he would be very pleased reading it.
Ur bro plays footy..:)...me and him should meet up...i get along swell with sporty people..:)
Nice write up on him and dad btw.. :)...and for their info and ur horror...the EPL begins nxt week :)
ENJOY...buhahaha
luv
amith
hey, nice to see the Naipaul quote....She is a master, one of the best.
have you read Midnights children- Rushdie? I saw you comment once on Midnights children on my blog **i thot he was simply blabbering some bullshits..***.
I am quoting Midnights children to give you an idea how beautiful his PROSE is...
***But now the countdown will not be denied…eighteen hours; seventeen; sixteen…and already, at Dr Narlikar’s Nursing home, it is possible to hear the shrieks of a woman in labour. Wee Willie Winkie is here; and his wife Vanita; She has been in a protracted, Unproductive labour for eight hours now. The first pangs hit her just as, hundreds of miles away. M.A Jinnah announced the midnight birth of a Muslim Nation…but still she writhes on a bed in the Narlikar Home’s ‘charity ward’(reserved for the babies of the poor)…her eyes are standing halfway out of her head; her body glistens with sweat, but the babu shows no signs of coming, nor is its father present; it is eight o’ clock in the morning, but there is still the possibility that, given the circumstances, the baby could be waiting for midnight.***
See how he has described the moments before the birth of the protagonist, and the relation with Indias freedom. His writing is not as per the **structured sentences format**, but PROSE arent meant to be that way.
as its famously said ***A novel of real ambition must invent its own language,*** and this one does.... :))))
sorry for typo...Naipaul is He, not She, heheheh:)))
yes.. give them all one ball each.. 22 guys kicking 22 balls.. it wud be more fun indeed. :)
and ur bro is a hero
@Akhil,yeah..but you know,it's sometimes very irritating to deal with such high sportive spirits..!!
@Vysakh,yeah man,our school rocks now..seems nammal poyappo shanidasha theernnu :D
@Sandy,thanks :)
@Hary,thanks..and i aint a sports buff..fully indoors :D..
@Ramya,but there ain't a comment moderation :P..anyway,suggestion taken into consideration!
@Manish,yeah he's in 11th now..and KV nammal poyappo super aayi :(
@Thousif..yeah so the tv ppl reap a fortune both during cric n football matches!!
@ZB,you were a KV student???????
I have this deep rooted affection to KV and KV alumni,i know them or not..coz i was a student there for long 12yrs.. :D
@Amit,thanks :)
@Sujata,thanks..and i forcibly made him read that..else he doesnt give a damn what i scribble :(
@Amith,yeah man..the hype has already flared up at home..n i fled!!
@ZB,this part of the book,is what i read..and i truly didn like it..may be i was too judgemental then..it was long back..when i was in 10th or sth..didnt understand much :D..
@cat,thanks :)
@Chriz,not that..why the big deal on a ball and a foot..i guess cric makes more sense ;)
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