my dad or cricket?

                


                    The class teacher was giving the progress report for the recently held quart-yearly examination. As usual, pravin was the topper of 9th std B-section.He has been the topper and got the proficiency award for the past four years. A major part of the students in the class envied him and for the remaining students, he was their best friend and role model. He was not only good at studies but also, even better at sports. Especially in cricket.

                             In fact, pravin's dream was to become a cricketer. It would be an understatement to call it just a dream. He loved the game.He enjoyed playing cricket.He would be ecstatic whenever he hit a boundary.He knew his true passion was cricket.Though he had heard most of his friends saying the same, he knew, the way he felt about cricket was different.




                    He was not like an average 14year old boy. He was far more matured than his age boys were expected to be.This maturity may be due to the way in which he was brought up.His father was an english teacher in a mediocre school and his mother was a home-maker.His family was a typical middle-class family where the responsibilities on a child's shoulder is heavier than on parent's.




                            His father was the perfect gentleman pravin has ever seen. Pravin loved him so much and he always wanted to make his dad happy. But the conventional notion " CRICKET WILL SPOIL A CHILD'S ACADEMICS"  was believed by his dad too. But his dad didnt restrain pravin from playing cricket. He conceived pravin was more interested in his studies than in cricket.  




                                    The school cricket team selection was held and without any second thoughts pravin was selected. The coach asked him to come to practise from next week, WITH HIS KITBAG.All of a sudden pravin's exhilaration was cut down.Where would he go for the kit bag? Even he hadnt got his dad's consent to play for the school team , let alone the problem of kitbag. 




                               For the next few days, he was in an immense dilemma on whether he should let away the opportunity for playing for his school team or he should approach his dad for the kitbag and make his dad feel distressed. He had never been in such a critical situation in his life.He felt like this must be the most difficult situation one could face.




                            After giving much of thought, he decided to take the toughest decision. Yes, he decided to sacrifice his true passion.He buried,deep down, all his dreams of becoming a professional cricketer. He pictured himself to remove the pads,gloves and helmet, slowly one by one.Though he made up his mind, he was deeply dejected inside. For an unknown reason, he was angry on his parents,on his friends,on everyone and mainly on himself for taking such a coward decision.




                                The day after the next, when he returned from school, his dad asked him to get ready to go outside.At that moment pravin's intuitive and pragmatic part of his brain contradicted each other.


INTUITIVE PART:  This outing must be to buy a kit for me.
  
PRAGMATIC PART:  I even hadnt informed dad that i was selected for the team.Then how could he know that i needed a kitbag.


INTUITIVE PART: may be, seeing me in a depressed state,he could have inquired about it to my friends.


PRAGMATIC PART: But he was as normal to me as everyday and if at all, he had inquired to my friends, they would have informed me about it.


INTUITIVE PART: ok i lost.




                Pravin got ready and sat in the scooter.After riding a few metres, his dad asked him " DO YOU KNOW THE BEST SPORTS SHOP TO BUY A CRICKET KIT?"






                                                                                 by prem                                                           

how gifted are we?

                        How many of us realize, how gifted are we? First of all, do we realize that we are gifted in life? I got answer for this question in a simple incident.So i thought, i should share it with you.Because we dont see a lot of things that makes us to ruminate about our life( or WE ARE TOO LAZY TO RUMINATE).




                      It was a nice, bright,hot sunday evening. Having no useful work to do, as usual we planned for a movie.I got ready too early as i was so bored in home and went to railway station to catch an electric train.There i saw a bizzare family.I had been to that station a 1000times, but i had not seen that family earlier.May be all the 1000times i must be in a rush or that family must have moved to that station for the first time.




                                The family had five members.The father had a long beard, with a beer bottle in his hand.He looked worse than the worst beggar i have ever seen in my life.The mother was babbling something, looking at the young baby in the cradle which was tied just near the ticket counter area.The remaining two children who were not more than 8years old, shared a meagre amount of food between them.




                                      Neither did i speak to them nor did they share their misery with me.But anyone who sees them could easily understand the level of poverty,they were sunk into.Most of you might have seen such a family.Even i might have seen such a family earlier and just moved on.But on that day,for an unknown reason i felt something different.A part of me, wanted to do something about it.




                               Most of us,would just feel pity for that family and would carry on with our work. Yes, that may be the most pragmatic thing we could do. Most of us in this society are selfish men and women.Atleast, we can use that selfishness to improve our life.We need not help that family, but we can help ourself by learning a lot from that family.




                                      I learned. I realized , how gifted i am. By the term gifted, i dont mean the financial status alone.My friends, my sibling, even the institute in which i study and above all my parents.I feel that the reason why we didnt realize the gifts in life, is our parents.Because they love us so much that they dont let us outside this sophisticated world we are living in. They always wanted to provide us with all the luxuries they could.




                       But is it not their duty to teach us, what luxury means actually.I dont think most of the parents teach that.Most of the students, unfortunately,take LUXURIES AS NECESSITIES. Isnt all those android mobiles, huge bikes, branded shoes,a movie every week et cetera are luxuries? Do we realize that? By realizing our gifts, i dont mean to be COMPLACENT. I just want to enjoy and savour every little thing we got and keep on working to reach next level in life.




                             I think, to an extent i realized how gifted i am, after seeing that family.If at all you ponder something after reading this post( which i am sure would never happen), i think i have done what i intend to do.




                                                                                          by prem






                                                                                                                                
                              

A birthday celebration

             


                    It was another damn boring day, full of theory classes. Every student's face in the class looked as if they had been sedated. My gang, so tired of sleeping from the first hour, wanted to stay awake.The only technique that we knew to stay away from the sedation was TO PLAN. Yes, we love planning, not about our placements,not about our higher studies but on how we ought to spent the weekend as though we had been exhausted from studying on the weekdays.




                              Fortunately one of our friend's birthday happened to fall on that saturday. So each of my friends were so enthusiastic in giving their ideas on how to celebrate.After some 2hours of discussion, a plan was finalized.On that day evening at around 7pm, everyone reached our home and were getting ready to leave.All of a sudden the plan was changed.I had no clue on who changed the plan or why the plan was changed.Change of plan at the last moment was one thing that our gang got used to from the first year.




                     The plan was to find a resort in ECR and booze-up.( for this simple plan we had spent nearly 3hours discussing. THATS OUR GANG).ECR was one road where my friends can use the full potential of their above-180cc-bikes and can showoff their driving skills.I felt as if we were participating in some MOTOGP race because none of my friends bike traveled at less that 80kmph.




                            Believe it or not, whenever we had been to ECR, one of us would get caught by the police.This time was no different.This time the policeman even went a step further and beat one of our friend for behaving imprudently.If you think that we felt sorry and consoled our friend, you are absolutely wrong.What if that guy happened to be the funster of our gang? yes, we had got an incident to reminiscent for next 1year.




                      Paying half of the bribe demanded, we started again.Most of the resorts were full and if at all rooms were available in some resorts, they were not within our limited budget.At last we found one in mahabalipuram that suited us.Everyone was so eager to booze after a long gap( long gap means not more than 2months).I think, the most exciting thing one could experience is that you being sober and watching your friends getting high.You really wouldnt believe that these were the people who had been your friends for the past 3years.




                           One of my friend started crying,saying all his problems.I really didnt know how should i react.I realized that alcohol makes you to reveal the deepest secrets buried in your heart.Another friend kept on puking as if he had gallons of vomit stored in his tummy.The worst thing was that he would puke exactly when we finished cleaning his previous one.Each one of my friend behaved uniquely in a bizarre way.I felt like a warden in a psychiatric hospital, controlling and consoling everyone.




                              At around 4am, most of them slept ,oblivious to the stinky smell hovering around the room.Though i was tired, i didnt feel sleepy. I got down and had a long walk on the lonely street.It was cool, pitch dark and so tranquil (except the sound of some dogs barking).The situation made my mind so serene. I was deeply contemplating but not sure on what i was contemplating.




                                May be it was about the way my friends behaved, may be it was about how i would behave if i booze or may be about should i ever booze in my life.Though i knew that boozing was not all that sinful thing,though i knew that boozing occasionally would cause no big harm,some part of me wanted to advice my friends not to get drunk.But i knew that i didnt have the courage to advice them.


                                 So as usual i did the most selfish thing.I advised(and promised) to myself that i should never booze in my life.




                                                                                         by prem
                                                                                                                                             

Random thoughts

                    


                              This time i really do not have any idea on how i should write or even what i should write. But some part of me wants to write the random thoughts in my mind, which has grown intensely in the recent past. Hence this post may not be coherent, may not make any sense and may not beguile you(assuming my other posts have).




                                 I wake up at 7- go to college- while away all the seven hours chit chatting with friends-back home-watch a movie-have a spicy dinner-go for sleep.This was( and is) my routine for the past two years.I have been doing this in the pretext of leading a COLLEGE STUDENT LIFE(as though college students are never meant to do anything useful).


                     
                                      But now i am copiously frustrated of following such a lethargic routine.I feel as though all my potential and abilities are being wasted and rusted.I feel like a stray dog which squanders without any purpose in life. I badly want to change something within me. I want to have a specific goal. I want to work hard to achieve that goal. I want some challenging task that could kindle my underlying ability. Above all i want to prove to myself that, i am lot more capable than what others think of me.


            
                                But where do i start and what do i change?  Should i regularly study the chapters taught in the class like a 10th grade student.I am frustrated to an extend that i even wont mind doing that( but obviously my so called room-mates would mind). Because the students who looked to me as good-for-nothing, imbecile- bookworms, all of a sudden seems to be achievers and winners(especially with placements only a few months away).


                       
                             The fire to change something had been ignited within me, for quite a number of times in the past also.But they have not lasted for more than a couple of days.Usually this fire would be ignited whenever i see an exceptional movie or read an inspirational book.Whenever this fire is within me i would feel like, every task is within the circumference of my ability circle.I would even set some elusive goals like to become the university topper. But why doesnt this fire burn within me eternally?


                       
                               Most of the time, this fire would be extinguished by pouring some cold water.By cold water, i mean the peer. So should i stop talking to my classmates and lead a monk life?(rather than the COLLEGE LIFE).Or am i giving the most familiar excuse for not being determined enough,to keep the fire burning.




                                       But this time i feel something is different.I feel i am on the right path that leads to success.I think i have the mental strength to say NO to the peer pressure.I think i have enough fuel to keep the fire burning.


                    
                             If something is different this time shouldnt i be preparing for my tomorrow's internal rather than wasting an hour in writing such a horrible blog. So is this also another ignition that would extinguish in a few hours??????




                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                  by prem 

Being a younger brother

                                  


                                    I was constantly staring at my watch from 3.50pm, expecting the bell to ring. As soon as the bell rang, i ran to the parking lot with a chunky bag on my shoulders.I unlocked my intimate bicycle and rode as fast as i could.I even overtook some uncles riding their old scooters. The moment i entered the home, i switched on the tv without even removing my stinky socks, to watch SWAT KATS(my favourite cartoon).At the age of 12, i wouldnt mind watching cartoon network for 24*7, if i was allowed.


                                             
                                     Just when the program was about to start, my biggest foe snatched the remote from me.I think at that age, the biggest and the only foe to me was my elder brother.He changed the channel to some bloody cricket match( he wouldnt mind watching cricket matches for 24*7,if allowed). I was continuously badgering him to change the channel. Sachin got out. As though Sachin got out due to my annoyance, my foe gave me a hefty knock on my head.




                                Tears took their stand and were ready to fall on my cheeks.I was not the kind of kid who would complain to their mom.I tried to retaliate but ended up with getting even a heavier knock.

                               This was just 1 in 10 incidents a day, where i would be beaten by him.In all these times i would say to myself " Dont cry like a girl, you moron!!! One day, when you grow as taller and stronger as him,you will surely knock him on his head,atleast once. now stop crying"  Before finishing that self-talk, my tears would have already wet my cheeks.




                               I thought, born as a younger brother was the worst possible way, the god can curse you with. Because you would get knocked on your head if you watched cartoon, if you didnt bat well in a gully cricket match( even if your foe was in the opponent team), if you didnt go to shop( even if it was his turn to go to shop) and above all you would always be a SECOND-HANDER. His cycle, his apparels and  his books would be passed on to you.




                                After some few months, i heard the most 
happiest news in my life. My foe had to go to chennai for doing his engineering( Till he completed his board exams,i even had to sacrifice my cartoon programs).Then i felt like a slave who got his freedom after so many years.For the first few days after he left, i was happy.There was no one to control me. But as days passed, i could feel something was missing.As days became months, i realized that MISSING THING was my foe. 




                      I wanted to fight with him for all the silly reasons
                      I wanted to play with him and lose to him
                      I wanted to defy him
                      I wanted to get knocked on my head for that  
                      I wanted to cry for that
                      Now,I am crying not because he hit me
                      It is because he is not near me to hit 
            
                        (OMG did i write i poem????)  After some few months, he came home for holidays.I really didnt know how to react. Should i fight with him for switching on the lights when i was sleeping or should i hug him and say " I MISS U". Though my heart wanted to do the latter, something made me to do the former. Because i am from a family where words like "SORRY, THANK U, MISS U etc " are not spoken my mouth.They had to be understood. I surely knew that my foe,sorry MY BROTHER would have heard the words spoken by my heart.


   
                                  One thing i understand now is that " THE MORE YOU HATE YOUR SIBLING IN YOUR CHILDHOOD, THE MORE YOU LOVE THEM IN YOUR LATER YEARS".I am not sure whether any of my friends got such an adorable and sweet brother as i got.I now realize that God didnt curse me. He blessed me with such an exceptional brother.                                                       


                                                                               
                                                                               by prem                                          

My first kiss

     

                                    Here i am going to post a fiction. The reason why i chose to write a fiction is that atleast here i can fulfill my long lasting desire of kissing a girl which would never happen unless. But dont forget that most of the FICTIONS ARE INSPIRED FROM TRUE STORIES.




                                            It had been nearly 20months since i joined the college. I myself can sense a lot of changes within me in the past 20months.I kind of changed from a boy who used to be so careful and conscious about his life to a lad who is lethargic, under performer yet confident about his life. But one thing that never changed was the girl i had been looking from the first day of my college.Still i am not sure whether the feeling i have for her is due to infatuation or love or lust( so let me call it as THAT FEELING).




                                                           The reason for THAT FEELING on her was because she was the only girl in class who was "MY-KIND-OF-GIRL".  my-kind-of-girl means she has to be conservative, averagely brilliant,slim and most importantly beautiful.Not only she but the whole class including some professors knew that i had THAT FEELING on her.Because i used to constantly stare( to be candid, ogle) at her.A 100 times i had been caught ogling at her, but i couldnt infer anything from her facial expressions. I think   GIRLS ARE THE MOST ENIGMATIC THING IN THE WORLD.


                                           It was my 20th birthday.Got lot of wishes and lotsss of birthday bums.In the evening ,an unknow number flashed in my mobile.The most imaginative part of my brain guessed it to be her. And you know what, it was her. Her voice was confident,cheerful and filled with enthusiasm.That was so ironical.For a second i thought it had to be some prank call from my friends but fortunately it was not.




                                                       It seemed to me that her words had an essence of THAT FEELING.After few minutes, she asked saucily "what gift do you want for this very special birthday?". I replied stammeringly " a movieeee withh u???".With out giving much of thought she accepted.Surely she is not conservative atleast not as conservative as i had expected.


                                                      I dressed neatly, borrowed my friend's bike and went to the rendezvous.She made sure that the rendezvous was a no-man-area.For a moment i was awestruck looking at her beauty. At that moment i felt  THAT FEELING was purely lust.She got in the bike and managed to sit without touching me. But thanks to the chennai traffic and the strong disc brakes.




                                                        We entered the cinema hall.After some 20min i couldnt resist myself .I held her hand and our 10fingers locked each other.There was a shy smile in her lips.I rested my head on her shoulder.Still no protest.Something in my body was hugely raising( it was my heart beat).I moved my lips so close to her face that only a layer of air was between us.She then pushed me and gave me an abash look as though i was about to make her pregnant.That look made me realize that i had crossed the limit.

                               

                          




                                               Till the end of movie,her face was filled with hostility.I feared that this would be my first and last date with her.The movie was over and we reached that no-man-area to drop her.She was standing beside me.I made up my mind to apologize her.A nanosecond before words came out of my vocal cord,she pressed her lips deep in my cheek. My first kiss lasted for nearly 30 seconds and then she ran away with tons and tons of shyness.




                                                   Still i could not figure out what was running on her mind.As i said GIRLS ARE THE MOST ENIGMATIC THING IN THE WORLD.


                                             
                                                                               by  prem

A TRUE LOVE STORY

                            

                                             Here i am going to post a true love story.As you might have guessed ,its not mine. This is the first time i am getting into someone's shoes and posting a blog. so please bear with me,as you have been doing with my previous blogs.Here the story starts....


                                Me and my friend were new to the school.We were in 11th grade.We hugely missed our amiable friends gang.The vicinity was so new to us and everyone looked strange.The only thing that gave us some consolation was the GOOD LOOKING girls in that school( this was also one of the MAIN reason why we shifted to that school).As usual me and my friend occupied the last bench.


                                           Exactly two benches infront of us,sat a girl who looked to me as the cutest among many cute girls in the class.As i turned towards my friend to say about the girl, he was giving such a lecherous look that seemed like he would have raped her just by looking.He too felt that she was the best in the class.Wise men think alike.I felt, unless and until a  miracle occurs that girl would never ever talk to me.


                                             I was a good cricketer in my school days.coincidentally, she was a great cricket freak( COINCIDENTS ARE SO COMMON IN TRUE LOVE STORIES).Once in a school match,our team was suffering a lot and victory was unthinkable.I got into the field, played a belligerent knock and took my team to victory.A huge crowd of students saw the match and fortunately she was one among them.


                                                   Next day in the class,she congratulated me saying "hey u played sooo well da" I was flabbergasted and did not know how to react.I blushed, showed all my front row teeth and ran away.In next few weeks we acquainted well and even started texting. Each morning i would be so excited to go to school as i could see her and even talk a few words with her.I thought these symptoms were enough for me to believe that i was in LOVE.


                                                      After mustering some courage i thought to propose her.I took my mobile and reached her name in contacts.My mobile rang.It was she who was calling me. Another coincidence.After a few minutes of formal conversation, her tone changed and said " hey, i wanted to say something important to you. I thought of saying this a lot of time but some how i could not. please dont think me as a cheap girl and even if you dont like what i am going to say , we shall as usual remain friends then on."

                                                        I knew where she was getting at. I even started dancing duet with her in my mind before she completed her hesitant proposal. she then continued " yes I AM IN LOVE. I LOVE YOUR FRIEND SO DEEPLY. please hel-------------------


P.S:  His friend accepted her love and went on to lead a perfect teenage lover life.


                                                                                           by prem