Somehow I couldn't run fast enough to win a medal during the annual sports competitions. Somehow in every other school that I have studied, there were always some "daddy long legs" who used to take up a fast sprint and finish way ahead of me. I started off with an urge to play cricket at a nearby coaching center. My dad always had the same reply, "How many medals have you won till date". Somehow he used to successfully compare the game of cricket with plain simple athletism. I used to watch Sourav Ganguly run and.... Oh I wish!!
Every time I brought up the interest of taking up cricket, certain innovative and creative replies came out from my parent's mouth. "Cricket is a very competitive sport, you won't get your chances". "Cricket is a rich man's game, those who are playing in clubs pay up a lot of money to get into state teams" "In order to play cricket you must speak good English" My maths teacher used to support my parent's approach so much. He always brought up the name of Debasish Mohanty who unfortunately couldn't continue playing for the national side because of supposedly poor English speaking abilities. The academic qualifications was not the most important objective for my parents. It was the only one. I somehow always wanted to lie down on the field and feel the fresh air. Maybe I wasn't any kind of expert in any particular field of sports but the urge to be a part of it had been there since I was just 5. The day my dad predicted that Sachin will be hitting a SIX in the very next ball, I somehow felt to be a part of this world of sports. I continued with my painting and hopefully some people do praise it. But everytime I get inside the football field, notwithstanding the game I play, a sudden rush of happiness bestows upon me until I leave the field after 2 hours of complete running around the yard. Be it football, cricket, tennis, badminton, hockey or even F1, the entire agenda of sports attracts me more than a hot sexy pornstar stripping naked.
I fell in love with Liverpool during the 2005 champions league season even before they actually won it. The day I heard, "Oh Ya beauty!! What a hit son! What a hit!! I knew Liverpool was made for me and vice versa. I can blame myself for not being rebellious enough to get into any kind of sports during my school days. In all arguments my parents came out clear cut winners with their policies to define sports as an unrealistic dream to achieve. But somehow my dad couldn't even stay awake from the tv whenever India, KKR or even East Bengal hammered their opponents. The only sporting liability was supposedly me.
I got into college and the pressure of digging my face inside my books loosened up a lot. My parents were pretty much convinced me about being a top class loser who will never achieve anything in life. Dad always gave me an option of opening up a grocery store nearby and start working up there. Mom seemed helpless in those situations. Even she had given up her hopes. But somehow I realized I wasn't that weak to give up. The concept of screening wasn't at all popular in Kolkata. I gave it a kick start with 15 odd members when we together watched Liverpool vs Arsenal on 16th August, 20011. There was no looking back after that. With several screenings under our belt and two huge football tournaments, Bengal Kop today is one of the most popular football bodies in Kolkata. Sometimes I get greeted in the streets by people who tells me that they have seen my photo in newspapers and have wished me to take Bengal Kop at a top most level.
There has never been a single thing in my life that I have ever given up. Be it relationships, career or even designing the entire Durga Puja pandal with hay.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, I shall not only prove to this world but also to myself that the patience has eventually paid off. I will not give up till the end. Amidst pressurizations from my parents or relatives I shall never compromise with what I crave to achieve. This is neither a challenge nor a show off. But a simple promise made to myself that I will keep till the very end. An incomplete homework. A wishful dream.
I fell in love with Liverpool during the 2005 champions league season even before they actually won it. The day I heard, "Oh Ya beauty!! What a hit son! What a hit!! I knew Liverpool was made for me and vice versa. I can blame myself for not being rebellious enough to get into any kind of sports during my school days. In all arguments my parents came out clear cut winners with their policies to define sports as an unrealistic dream to achieve. But somehow my dad couldn't even stay awake from the tv whenever India, KKR or even East Bengal hammered their opponents. The only sporting liability was supposedly me.
I got into college and the pressure of digging my face inside my books loosened up a lot. My parents were pretty much convinced me about being a top class loser who will never achieve anything in life. Dad always gave me an option of opening up a grocery store nearby and start working up there. Mom seemed helpless in those situations. Even she had given up her hopes. But somehow I realized I wasn't that weak to give up. The concept of screening wasn't at all popular in Kolkata. I gave it a kick start with 15 odd members when we together watched Liverpool vs Arsenal on 16th August, 20011. There was no looking back after that. With several screenings under our belt and two huge football tournaments, Bengal Kop today is one of the most popular football bodies in Kolkata. Sometimes I get greeted in the streets by people who tells me that they have seen my photo in newspapers and have wished me to take Bengal Kop at a top most level.
There has never been a single thing in my life that I have ever given up. Be it relationships, career or even designing the entire Durga Puja pandal with hay.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, I shall not only prove to this world but also to myself that the patience has eventually paid off. I will not give up till the end. Amidst pressurizations from my parents or relatives I shall never compromise with what I crave to achieve. This is neither a challenge nor a show off. But a simple promise made to myself that I will keep till the very end. An incomplete homework. A wishful dream.
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