LOVE YOU GOD SACHIN
“ A gap bas marin tula ek kana khali jasta shahan
pana karu nakos” shouted by 11yr Boy
with curly hair and height of
around four and half feet l .He was bulling a guy who was double His height but half of His width.”Vinod just tell him not to
come here to play with us I don’t like him” while saying this He slapped the taller one hard on his cheeks,
that coy boy started crying and went away in anguish to his home. The Victor
started laughing very cunningly with His
friends.
This scene was very common in Sharadahram Vidyamandir High School. Many times teachers
used to complain about His mischief to His
parents. But it hardly mattered Him
as His parents were busy in their
tedious jobs and earning money for the huge family. He would just concentrate
on the game of John McEnroe. John
McEnroe the Wimbledon Champion of his times. He used to look up to him in those days. He started playing tennis only to mimic him.
Once He
came home in very joyful manner and in happy mood but gasping
and started narrating His
valour to His elder brother AJIT
while removing His shoes, He said
“You know Manoj that fatty I kicked his butt so hard that he fell down and
cried like anything, Vinod and me enjoyed all that immensely ”Ajit just heard all what his younger brother
narrated and thought for a while with himself and told his young devil to wear
the shoes back. He denied by saying that he had just come. But without listening to
a word Ajit just held his hand and dragged Him
out of the house. He retaliated but all His
efforts went in vain in front of His
elder brother s strength. He started crying but Ajit was adamant and took Him to Shivaji Park. Shivaji park a big
ground in Dadar where many children, grownups were playing cricket. Ajit stopped
near a man. He was very thin, dark complexion and matured looks.Ajit first bowed down to touch that man’s feet, He was watching what His elder brother is doing. Ajit
started speaking with the man “Achrekar Sir,
He is my brother , very naughty, troublesome personality ,wherever He goes people just fire volley of complains
. Now he is your responsibility, we all have accepted the defeat, we just dont
see his future.”
Achrekar gazed
the little figure having innocent eyes with full of tears hanging around. He
went to Him and asked Him “Boy what is your name?” He
replied while sobbing “ Sachin RameshTendulkar”. Achrekar smiled
and said” Nice name son! What you like most?” Sachin replied “Tennis and the
great John McEnroe”. Achrekar continued
“oh wow! Me too you saw his match of Wimbledon final how he outsmart his
opponent!” Sachin started feeling
something common with this elderly man, he wiped his tears with sleeves and
smilingly he replied “Yes! And what an ace it was at the last moment! ”
Ajit was enjoying the conversation between the would-be
teacher and pupil. Achrekar asked
in same tone in which he was talking about tennis “Son, do you play cricket?”
Sachin also replied positively but still mesmerizing of John’s ace. As Achrekar figured out that
now the Boy is getting comfortable
he just started coming to the point and stopped beating around the bush “Do
your parents give you pocket money?” Sachin got frown within a moment and
looked at Ajit annoyingly and replied”No”. Achrekar smiled “Ok! No problem
I will give you money, come from tomorrow!” Sachin wondered about the statement
and asked the obvious question “How?” and Achrekar Sir
replied “Simple Kid! We will play cricket and while you are batting I will keep
a coin on the stumps , if the bowler bowled you the coin will be given to him
or else to you and same condition when you will be bowling another batman” Sachin listened all this keenly. He
smiled innocently and agreed to sir’s agreement. He looked at Ajit contented and
hugged him in affection. He was very happy and overjoyed .Ajit thanked sir and
held his brother‘s hand, The hand which then
scored 100 centuries, beaten almost all records!
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[JUST AN IMAGINATION]J