LOVE YOU GOD SACHIN

                 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!

--- [JUST AN IMAGINATION]J