How my anger helped me to do Good to myself
There have been times that you remember over and over again. The ones you want to feel for one more time. One of the best bowling sessions of my life was the second last practice session at Pritam Pura sports complex. It was a day, when I wore a black T-shirt and Red Shorts. This was the time when a new skill was learnt. Learnt the art to swing the ball in the air and making it seam off the pitch.
I was angry over something and I could use that anger to be better at something. Use the inner energy that I had in store which would have been wasted by questioning and reasoning. Choosing to use the anger in the right place made me being admired and complimented for what I did. It made me realize what a great potential anger holds in itself, provided used for the right way.
The hard rock fitted so nicely in my palms that it was made for me and indeed it was. It was a spell of fast and accurate hostile bowling. Knocking the stumps of the best batsmen in our team was such a delight and more importantly it boosted me to go on and on. It was the that look in the eyes of the batsman that made me told me "hang on, this is something good, keep going".
It was as if a fast bowler that was trapped in this soul transcended and showed I could be one too. I will never forget you. You are something that I could never be again. I wish that some day I could be half of what I did that day. When you see people standing at the back of the nets just to watch you go back to and steam back at the batsman. It's a great pleasure in itself.
Fittingly, at the end of the spell when I sat down. Those shorts tore by themselves as if it was the end. Maybe it was a sign of me getting to know what's coming in the future. I never wore those adidas again to bowl, never picked up my gear again and never did I play again.
It's one of the great tragedies of life to lose the things that you love the most. Not that I don't love the game anymore. I love you more that I ever did, I dream of being able to walk on those Grounds again and play the game in the way that I used to. It just seems like yesterday when I was out there and yesterday it will be, always.
Sometimes, I wonder and catch myself asking what would I have achieved if I would have played on instead of being trapped in this current life of mine where even walking briskly is a bloody nightmare leave alone sprinting. My Heart says Alot.
I was angry over something and I could use that anger to be better at something. Use the inner energy that I had in store which would have been wasted by questioning and reasoning. Choosing to use the anger in the right place made me being admired and complimented for what I did. It made me realize what a great potential anger holds in itself, provided used for the right way.
The hard rock fitted so nicely in my palms that it was made for me and indeed it was. It was a spell of fast and accurate hostile bowling. Knocking the stumps of the best batsmen in our team was such a delight and more importantly it boosted me to go on and on. It was the that look in the eyes of the batsman that made me told me "hang on, this is something good, keep going".
It was as if a fast bowler that was trapped in this soul transcended and showed I could be one too. I will never forget you. You are something that I could never be again. I wish that some day I could be half of what I did that day. When you see people standing at the back of the nets just to watch you go back to and steam back at the batsman. It's a great pleasure in itself.
Fittingly, at the end of the spell when I sat down. Those shorts tore by themselves as if it was the end. Maybe it was a sign of me getting to know what's coming in the future. I never wore those adidas again to bowl, never picked up my gear again and never did I play again.
It's one of the great tragedies of life to lose the things that you love the most. Not that I don't love the game anymore. I love you more that I ever did, I dream of being able to walk on those Grounds again and play the game in the way that I used to. It just seems like yesterday when I was out there and yesterday it will be, always.
Sometimes, I wonder and catch myself asking what would I have achieved if I would have played on instead of being trapped in this current life of mine where even walking briskly is a bloody nightmare leave alone sprinting. My Heart says Alot.
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