"Once a sportsman, always a sportsman." Sounds really good na! Fact, it only sounds goods, in reality: "Ghanta!"
This daunting realization is courtesy a football tournament in Hansraj. A street football competition, 15 mins a half, 5 a side, two rolling substitutions. All charged up like college kids, at venue site 10 mins before schedule time (A miracle by my standards:D). The tournament starts after an hour and a half, kudos to the organizers keeping in mind we follow IST. First game of the tournament, 10 mins in first half, and am already finding it difficult to breathe ( Once a sportsman, always a sportsman). With rolling substitutions we SURVIVE the match and end up winning it 2-1.
Now the fun starts. As soon as we sit down to CONTEMPLATE, I hear everyone moaning about how difficult it is. The person who makes the most hue and cry, who else but ME (Once a sportsman, always a sportsman). Cramps all over, I can hardly move my legs. A cry of pain as Finishh spreads his magic, rubbing the muscle. Next 30 mins, a promise to myself to restart jogging everyday. Three and half hours later, we are out in the quarterfinals. Cant wait to go back, freshen up and sleep.As I write , I can hardly move my left leg. And this are times am reminded of 80 over per day, two day cricket match.
The conclusion: Am ready to enter the corporate world!
This daunting realization is courtesy a football tournament in Hansraj. A street football competition, 15 mins a half, 5 a side, two rolling substitutions. All charged up like college kids, at venue site 10 mins before schedule time (A miracle by my standards:D). The tournament starts after an hour and a half, kudos to the organizers keeping in mind we follow IST. First game of the tournament, 10 mins in first half, and am already finding it difficult to breathe ( Once a sportsman, always a sportsman). With rolling substitutions we SURVIVE the match and end up winning it 2-1.
Now the fun starts. As soon as we sit down to CONTEMPLATE, I hear everyone moaning about how difficult it is. The person who makes the most hue and cry, who else but ME (Once a sportsman, always a sportsman). Cramps all over, I can hardly move my legs. A cry of pain as Finishh spreads his magic, rubbing the muscle. Next 30 mins, a promise to myself to restart jogging everyday. Three and half hours later, we are out in the quarterfinals. Cant wait to go back, freshen up and sleep.As I write , I can hardly move my left leg. And this are times am reminded of 80 over per day, two day cricket match.
The conclusion: Am ready to enter the corporate world!
The corporate life you are going to join is not going to be soo harsh and painful :)
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