It was a time when i was gettn bored all day long, my diameter gettn broader, thinking of ways to get thin, average atleast. Damn i even was gonna join salsa classes. But 1 day i get invited to play soccer by one of my frends. Being a ROONEY fan n a "used-to-be-socccer-player"; I decided to go play.
Day 1: I dressed up in jeans n a T(I know its lame) n my usual sandals, headed up fr the field.I was kinda wierded out by the fact dt everyone there was in playing shoes n shorts. I started playing, I shot the ball 1ce or 2ce nd i told myself, this is gonna be ok, I still remember some stuff from before. I trusted my instincts and the match started, 15 mins since the kick-off, I thought I was gonna die. My lungs started to disco inside n I could barely breathe. If you dont do any kinda of physical work for almost a year, this is wht happens. I was weak, no stamina, n As i sed i tht i was gonna die. I sat down, trying to catch my breath. I looked 'round the field, now lemme tell you abt our players there.
1.Ranvir deb: Forward, Good sprinter, thinks he's gerrard n shoots like they shot in Shaolin soccer. He actually thinks he's not supposed to miss; he does not sometimes.
2.Prabir Ku Das: Striker, he's a god damn rocket. With the ball he runs like his ass is on fire. Thinks the goal post is high up in the air, I've never seen his shots land anywhere inside the field lines.
3.Deepak Patel: He plays all positions, shoots pretty well. He's very popular fr his fowl play which is well-quoted by he himself "Sala mu khelibini ta kahaku kheli debini".
4.Sarthak Das: Forward, runs pretty well, awesome figure(he's slimmer dn any angelfish). Runs with the ball like he's gotta catch a train, sometimes he just runs n forgets to shoot. Favorite phrase in the field"Offside kauthi bey; mu janini, eita goal maney goal".
5.Abhishek Ku. Patra: Awesome Goal-keeper, Famous for his violence. Plays forward after missing 2 goals. He holds d record for breaking a guy's tooth, may god give him a good smile. Favorite phrase on field"Mara salanku, ta muha phateidebi aaji mu".
6.Sohail Ahmed:He's tall, plays good in defense. Great headers. Nobody knows tihs, but he consumes most of the Pan bahars on the field.
That's all, I played for almost 2 months, dint miss out a lot, and all of a sudden it became a habit. No matter where I am, no matter what am doing I always managed to reach d field n play. This statement validates the saying tht if therez a will there is a way. In that time, I dint fall in love with the game, I've always been, I just brought myself out.
It made me remember what I was, and thts wht makes this game special for me, It was one place in the whole wide world, tht i felt secure. I dint have to pretend to be someone else. Nobody laughed at my flaws, nobody made fun of me, Mostly because I dint feel so. It made me feel strong. I love everything abt it. I dont worship football stars like pepl do, not thts not the way it is. I love having the ball in my legs, i love running with it. There was once a time tht I used to dream abt soccer, now I jst wake up to the regret tht I'm nt in the soccer field anymore. Its not just a game, Its a sweaty, painful yet a crazy RELIGION. We all have our circumstances in life, but when in the game, Life seems to be succumbed to the perimeter f the field and all you can do then is, be the best of yourselves n give it your all. Even with your both legs injured and your head aching like shit, you put ur shoes on n everything else fades away. I know its just a ball tht we shoot around, but for me it means much more thn a sport, its passion. All the injuries n the hurt I get it doesnt matter as long as i played well. I've had ankle injuries, knee, calves, waist n feet injuries, but not a day went by tht i didnt play. It wasnt showing off, its just the fact that i actually could go without it fr a single day.
29/3/10.
Day #The last:
My shoes had almost torn, i tied my laces tight. I've heard the word dt them pepl r gonna start playing cricket. I was getting ready but inside I knew it was gonna be the last one. I yelled a lot to convince them to play football for 1 last time. They agreed, the match started, nobody was in the mood. They played it half-heartedly, it sucked even more cuz i knew dt i cudnt play anymore. But what the hell, I played, I ran, I shot, I was happy when it worked, sad when it didnt. The sun set. It was over. I glanced down 1 more time, I remembered everything tht happened here. I missed every moment of it. I tore my shoe into two and hung one by a tree. It wasnt a show off either, It was my way of thanking the place tht gave me so much, gave me 2 months of great soccer, and it was a tribute to it. I came home, was kinda low, I mean it did matter to me a lot. But then it came to me. If I've learnt anything from soccer its this"Never give up, never be dissapointed from anything, if a blow comes to you; stand up again. Refuse to stop, dont accept defeat. Be strong....Cuz thats all it takes"
