Inspiration knock at CCD

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Its us who write stories,

But more often, I have seen stories writing us!

Some incidents pour life in you. This is one of those pieces…

A few days ago, I went to have a cup of coffee! at CCD (Cafe Coffee Day). I entered and rushed to the one red chair ‘n’ table, which just got evacuated by a smiling couple. I had no one in the chair at my table. The room was filled but I was having no one except the coffee. It was good, environment was fine, the waiter was serving well. Everybody seemed to have a charming glow. But my life, I never wanted to be that neutral and wow! I think that day…life heard me!

After sometime, When i was just about to go home and manage the papers, A shoulder in the way, collided with mine. I whispered “Sorry”. But he didn’t, He instead say “hey” . I turned around and saw a complete stranger…turning my fading face to a bit smiling, I said “Hello”.

He visualized something, taking his hand near his face and then, pointing at me with a surety – ” I have seen you and now I remember when…”
I asked, “have we met”
He requested to have one cup of coffee with me, I told him that I already had one, But he persisted and I had a positive reaction. He started to tell me a story about his goals and achievements., I mean they were good but the scene made no sense!!
You went to a coffee shop simply to have a cup of coffee and suddenly you are hearing achievements from a face, that claimed to have seen you and you know nothing about!

He told – “I wanted to be a football player always! but my dream was too big, in accordance with the family income and reach… At age of 11, I was playing the district level football match, I scored 5 goals in the semi-final and with the 17 goals in the tournament, I, as captain carried my team to the finale! ” Now some interest started to build up in me, I thought, leaving the boring mood swings that there must be a motive, this person is telling me about his life. As he was radiating words, The imagination was designing a scene in back of my head.
He continued – ” In the final, I got a serious injury when a player from opposite team struck me on the leg rather than football! I was asked to sit out in the finale!, It was assured to me that my leg is broken! But overcoming the fear and making up my mind again, I came back to play. Crowd understood my enthusiasm for this game…They cheered for me.

As I came back, the score was equal –  2-2
My fellows did a good job in the ground. But with me, It was terrible, I wasn’t able to sprint with the same speed, running became more difficult but I wanted to play, I needed to win. I knew that I might not get such chance in years again! In the dying seconds of the game, I received a pass, I wasn’t able to move,But I pushed myself forward, at expense of one foot, I dived and smashed a header, As my chin crushed against the ground, I saw the goalie missing the ball and that was the moment , when I realized that I have ceased the chance, we have won! My friends picked me up! And a person came from the stands, came down and tapped my back! I didn’t know who he was, Until in the speech he spoke that he was the national level coach in the field of football…

I was stunned! Saying that he has seen many players in the state and district level who lack that Giving Yourself for the game’ passion, he called me to the stage, and said that I had the thing that he was searching for. He offered me a chance to play in nationals…

I mean what would you say if your dreams ask you to turn into reality…”
I kept my coffee cup aside and said – “Of course Yes!”
And the same he did…he accepted that challenge years ago, He won the national 3 times and now he was about to play Olympics in June! A current in me lighted up! I congratulated him on his attainment…
Soon, coming back to the topic, Breaking into humor, I asked – ” Where was I in your story”
He pulled his chair and sat beside me. Keeping one hand on my shoulder he told with a smile “Brother, when I was about to join that tournament, I had no shoes, My mother pulling my ear was taking me back to home, And you came and gave me your new shoes! and inspired me not to lose so quick! I mean who does that!”

I remembered that incident… I murmured ” Oh My God! It was you!???” He laughed and said yes it indeed was.

We giggled and shared other memories, had a cup of ‘Cold’ coffee, because his story didn’t gave me any chance to bother about the temperature of coffee! 🙂 He insisted to see his game and wrote me the time for it on the napkin. I said “Yes for sure!”

He thanked again. We hugged and I was on my way… thinking, how magically! good deeds come back!
I got motivated by this village boy who climbed up to Olympics! This would not have been an easy job. His manoeuvre and hard work would have reached the limits! to do this. I was inspired by this young guy,

‘I was inspired because once,
I inspired someone’

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-Sanky!

Meeting a slum! – The day of inspiration.

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Its not a matter of decade! years… months… or a day.
It just take minutes for once, a light twist of life, a point mutation in you! and bamn!
Change of a lifetime!! 

It has always been a habit of mine, to interview people. I talk to people, I am sad in their sorrows, I smile in their happiness. And all that i gather doing this thing part time job, I write to the love of my pen… the paper 🙂

I would love to give this story some words. Today I am going to tell you a story, which will remain in me till I live. This is inspiration friends! When an ant want to climb the wall again after trying and falling, when a tree is adamant to live against the storms…

Let’s get started!

I love to play Almost all the sports. But if you ask me in particular, I would say – Lawn tennis and cricket!
So, some days ago, i reached to a stadium to play. While I bowled my over, I saw a spectacular fielder… who didn’t let the ball go. I mean, his hands were web!

Then, the slum, bowled a great over. Watching his ability to terrify batsman with bouncers and unexpected pace variation, I soon went to some players I knew, and i asked, fingering to that person…”who is he”

The players told that he is Mangal, a slum who lives nearby. I went to him to pass him heaps of compliment, to bestow us a win that was once hopeless!

  1. Physically, (even in the match I noticed, and now)
    He didn’t seem to be even someone you would qualify into middle class people by economy. He was wearing shorts, that had the threads lingering out and a shirt that was torn.
  2. When i talked to him, I came to know that his father is jobless! and all he did was drinking… from the money, his mother earns. She was a servant. All in all, The home was not in a homeostasis… 
  3. He was quite emotional! While he told his life story, I was also submerged. He had a bottle in his hand, and as he came on the topic – how his mother cries while cooking food… A water drop fell on the bottle. I pulled my head up and saw him in tears. I gripped his shoulder and told him not to cry.
  4. But soon I saw, that he just wanted to get this pain out. He wiped his tears, And he came to his plans.
    He told that he want to become a bank manager. He said that he will never drink or smoke like his fellow friends do. He simply said that he want to see his mother happy. I smiled and tapped his shoulder, and i said with proud in mouth twisting my tongue ” May you”.
  5. He was a friend! As the sun came down, he stopped and as I was just about to leave. He asked for my name, I smiled again, and said “Sankalp”. I again got back and hugged him. We became friends that single day.

I think we have every comfort, to live, to write, to enjoy and have a life! And there! I see a slum who don’t have wings but he want to fly! 
He wants to fight, like that tree against the wall…He wants to climb again to the wall like that ant!
I saw his pain, his life, and he want his status to rise. Such richness at hear! He wants to see his mother happy. These people are hard to find. I am hungry! for such experiences… We all want to be struck hard to get back on path! And all that, I found in the eyes of a slum!
This is inspiration, He spoke what I was craving for. He made me learn, that We don’t have to die poor even if we are born!

May he achieve whatever he wants in life. He was a man of values… A man who deserve to be honored… 🙂

Odds to conceptions…

A tree so silent,
Could never this imagine
how much is it genuine,
A furious storm would examine…

Wind

Stomping like death,
towards tree that was a world,
Storm didn’t cease to stop,
until its people- the leaves, started to swirl…

Now the people, tense!
As death stamped its sentence,

 

In shadow of death did thousands
Of people clasped to the branching,
But a few weren’t frantic,
And did not stop the dancing…

Soon the storms stepped
into the arena of comfort,

  Suddenly!

Materialized a mighty miracle
And the storm stopped to hurt…

All again was peace…
after disaster dissolved,
But only few leaves kept the nerves,
And mystery of life they solved!

Many died in false fears,
they stepped in, lived and died…
And those mere leaves that stayed,
lived a life long of pride…

Those few stout-hearted,
served as exceptions…
Fearless and unique, they were
‘Odds to Conceptions…’

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You have a chance!

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You see the waves,
Against the way you want to travel,

You see the air,
Pierce your breath…

You note your heart,
Beating in your ears.

Your nerves can now
Feel the blood flow…

And you have a chance

And you need to prove so much!
You need to go that far!
And you know its long,
So long…
but not impossible!

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And you know,
There are so much
telling you that you can’t…

There are so much,
Shrieking you are weak…

And only a few have faith
That you are worth a fearless life!

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And you have a chance

But apart every negative notion…
Neglecting all those reckless voices!
You know…
You know somewhere in yourself,
that U Can…

You can see the shore,
Your eyes, i see,
reflect your goal…

So what are you waiting for!

Damn it! you have a chance

Now breath in,
let you actions
Speak your story

Move forward,
Take a leap
And dive in!

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Let the sleeping spirit,
Roar in you…

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Because finally,
Today…

You have a chance!

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