Tuesday night
THREE CHEERS
HIP HIP HURRAY
HIP HIP HURRAY
HIP HIP HURRAY !!!!!!!!
Never in my life I have heard someone cheering me or congratulating me or praising me.Of course,I know the problem lies with me.I haven't done anything praiseworhty..wait...did I say..haven't done? No.That would be half-truth.I keep trying.Seriously.(don't laugh..I know I often make myself a funny figure.)But,I have done things.Commendable things.Getting full 5 marks for a dictation(whole night i was sitting with my text book),learnt to play the guitar (failed miserably on stage,when the strings gave out),ran after the bus(reached school in an auto)..so many unaccountable things.May be,the problem lies with people around.They fail to recognize my capabilities.
Just as it happened today.I was running back from school all happy.I had made it into the final list of athletes-Field event-shot put.OK..I agree,I could not make it to the victory stand.But still....
My parents were literally ecstatic.(dont go wrong).Yes..yes..my brother did it again.Just 5 more points.He will be sports champion tomorrow.
Ofcourse...Ofcourse.I am happy for him.Every year,I see the same thing.Friends carrying him around.Celeberations,cheers,sweets,trophies..How I wish...
Wednesday night
I...I...
How should I put it?
Ok..My brother did it again.He is the individual champion.Congrats Munna!!!!!
But that is not what i wanted to say.I participated in the 800 m race today.My sir miscalculated my "stamina concept" .But still..I have reasons to cheer.
After the final call,I had assembled at the starter's point with my friends..na,fellow athletes..Tough competiton(not from my part..nor they for me).
Everyone turned a second time to take note of the athlete on track 4.(thats me).
Fat(not exceeding the normal limits by any standard),Short(just clearing the minimum height) and...in all sense...totally unfit for an amateur 8oo m athlete.
Best wishes flowed in.(not for me).Athlete in track 6 was everyone's favourite, followed by 2 and 8.That would be a safe bet.
Athletes..On your mark..(Goddddddddddddddd!!!!! Am I trembling???Yes...Yes...I am)..Get..
Whistle...someone had made a foul start.(thank God..not me).
Again...same words..Get..set..Go..Thud
I was floating.No running..Did my life depend on it?No right?
Cheers...wishes...shouts...No where i heard my name..
I wished I hadn't..
I was last after 100 m.Still 700 to go.7 of them in front of me.
Suddenly a bolt from the blue..
"Anuuuuu...comon....run..run...didi run..comon.."That was my name right?That was my Munna right?
Oh..no...school champion Munna cheering for an athlete who is sure to fail??
No....
Suddenly his friends joined him."Anu....run...ruuuuuuuuuunnn.....up up Anu..up up Anu.."
The stadium was literally resounding 20 odd throats.
"God..Please help me run fast.Once..Please"
200m done.still last.
"Anu...Anu..Anu"
400m.still last.
"God..once"
Maybe I had just crossed 500m.yes...I was gaining speed..A soft bye to 1..(thank God)
"Comon didi...u can do it"(can i???)
700 m..I was 2nd from last.The last lap was not promising.I saw 2 contestants crossing the victory line.Still running..Gasping..
All cheers merging into claps and hurrays and shouts.
I had finished 6th.(oh..defeated 2???)Everyone round me was congratulating the winners...words of comfort for us..
There was Munna and his friends."didi....I am proud of you."
(I never wanted to..but they did not seek my permission.Tears were flowing down the cheeks.)
"hey...it was fun seeing you run...Like a ball."Everyone joined in and the laughter spread.The spirit of sporstmanship,participation had won me praises,handshakes...
But...what made me run fast???what made others cheer me???what made me cry???
all these whats had just one answer.
My Munna...My Brother...My Champion.
Brother..You are my pride.
Today...I heard others cheering me..first time...yes..for the first time in my life..Thank you all..it really did raise my spirits..I am happy.
Thus ended another account in Anu's diary.
THREE CHEERS
HIP HIP HURRAY
HIP HIP HURRAY
HIP HIP HURRAY !!!!!!!!
Never in my life I have heard someone cheering me or congratulating me or praising me.Of course,I know the problem lies with me.I haven't done anything praiseworhty..wait...did I say..haven't done? No.That would be half-truth.I keep trying.Seriously.(don't laugh..I know I often make myself a funny figure.)But,I have done things.Commendable things.Getting full 5 marks for a dictation(whole night i was sitting with my text book),learnt to play the guitar (failed miserably on stage,when the strings gave out),ran after the bus(reached school in an auto)..so many unaccountable things.May be,the problem lies with people around.They fail to recognize my capabilities.
Just as it happened today.I was running back from school all happy.I had made it into the final list of athletes-Field event-shot put.OK..I agree,I could not make it to the victory stand.But still....
My parents were literally ecstatic.(dont go wrong).Yes..yes..my brother did it again.Just 5 more points.He will be sports champion tomorrow.
Ofcourse...Ofcourse.I am happy for him.Every year,I see the same thing.Friends carrying him around.Celeberations,cheers,sweets,trophies..How I wish...
Wednesday night
I...I...
How should I put it?
Ok..My brother did it again.He is the individual champion.Congrats Munna!!!!!
But that is not what i wanted to say.I participated in the 800 m race today.My sir miscalculated my "stamina concept" .But still..I have reasons to cheer.
After the final call,I had assembled at the starter's point with my friends..na,fellow athletes..Tough competiton(not from my part..nor they for me).
Everyone turned a second time to take note of the athlete on track 4.(thats me).
Fat(not exceeding the normal limits by any standard),Short(just clearing the minimum height) and...in all sense...totally unfit for an amateur 8oo m athlete.
Best wishes flowed in.(not for me).Athlete in track 6 was everyone's favourite, followed by 2 and 8.That would be a safe bet.
Athletes..On your mark..(Goddddddddddddddd!!!!! Am I trembling???Yes...Yes...I am)..Get..
Whistle...someone had made a foul start.(thank God..not me).
Again...same words..Get..set..Go..Thud
I was floating.No running..Did my life depend on it?No right?
Cheers...wishes...shouts...No where i heard my name..
I wished I hadn't..
I was last after 100 m.Still 700 to go.7 of them in front of me.
Suddenly a bolt from the blue..
"Anuuuuu...comon....run..run...didi run..comon.."That was my name right?That was my Munna right?
Oh..no...school champion Munna cheering for an athlete who is sure to fail??
No....
Suddenly his friends joined him."Anu....run...ruuuuuuuuuunnn.....up up Anu..up up Anu.."
The stadium was literally resounding 20 odd throats.
"God..Please help me run fast.Once..Please"
200m done.still last.
"Anu...Anu..Anu"
400m.still last.
"God..once"
Maybe I had just crossed 500m.yes...I was gaining speed..A soft bye to 1..(thank God)
"Comon didi...u can do it"(can i???)
700 m..I was 2nd from last.The last lap was not promising.I saw 2 contestants crossing the victory line.Still running..Gasping..
All cheers merging into claps and hurrays and shouts.
I had finished 6th.(oh..defeated 2???)Everyone round me was congratulating the winners...words of comfort for us..
There was Munna and his friends."didi....I am proud of you."
(I never wanted to..but they did not seek my permission.Tears were flowing down the cheeks.)
"hey...it was fun seeing you run...Like a ball."Everyone joined in and the laughter spread.The spirit of sporstmanship,participation had won me praises,handshakes...
But...what made me run fast???what made others cheer me???what made me cry???
all these whats had just one answer.
My Munna...My Brother...My Champion.
Brother..You are my pride.
Today...I heard others cheering me..first time...yes..for the first time in my life..Thank you all..it really did raise my spirits..I am happy.
Thus ended another account in Anu's diary.
this is rockin stuff yaar, three cheers to munna n anu:):) n ya of course for U:):)..
ReplyDeletehey...thanks yaar!!!
ReplyDeleteI will have to invent new adjectives to describe your posts:)..its such a heartwarming experience wen u hav someone to lift you up from the rut. Emotions were gushing up from the'suddenly a bolt from the blue' part. Damn! i miss my brother...in fact all my brothers:) thank you Farah for this wonderful experience
ReplyDeletehii...thank you..:-)
ReplyDeleteur comments really boost me up...and about the emotion part...yup me too...even i miss my brthr..