The Kid

Walking alone THE kid just felt that he had to do something that interests him,he thought that just studies would really kill him and something he never enjoyed was reading Textbooks cos he thought that it was too elementary and 'useless'.........moreover he wanted to be different from the average student....
Pondering over this thought Robert reached home.As usual he ran and hugged his mom,who would test him on what he had learnt in school.Flawless ,the answers came out from Roberts mouth.Mom ;as a token of appreciation gave him a a long bar of DAIRY MILK chocolate.Mom being Mom asked Robert what he was thinking and why he was silent,Robert answered that he wanted to do something more than just studies.Mom took his hand and took him straight to his cousins house,she convinced his cousin(MIKE) to take him to Tennis every alternate day.Robert was excited and was very regular with his Tennis practise sessions.
Months passed the day had finally come after months of wall practise and other routines ,it was time for Robert to show his skill on the court.He always wanted to skid on clay and hit the tennis ball as hard as possible.He agreed to team up with his cousin against a formidable team who looked invincible,being his first match he was really tensed and understably so.All his shots seem to miss the line or hit the net,his cousin got impatient and a lot of words were thrown at him....when finally the match was lost Mike told Roberts mom that he was not good and was fit to do math n score good in his exams.Tears rolled down Roberts eyes that day,he skipped his dinner and continuously wept in his room all the shots he played visited him again and again,one of the only few days he had cried.
His Mom came to his rescue, she said that criticism is an opportunity for learning she told him that the only aim for him should be to beat Mike who had made his dream a living hell then.

A new set of courts were laid very close to his house,he now practised twice a day.All aimed to beat his cousin,his game improved each day all his shots were 'killer shots' as his coach would describe them.The coach was so impressed that he made frequent trips to pursue his parents to watch him play,finally he gained the nick name 'Becky'.Soon Becky got his cousin to his knees who agreed that he(Becky) was the better one. He then wanted to try his luck to play for his state but his parents were completely against it as they wanted him not to get diverted frm his studies.After days of skipping dinners , constant retorts to his parents,the coach convinced his parents.

The selection was a smooth cruise and he found himself in the Under14 state team.The killer shots flew frm his racket as the others watched in vain.His opponents feared him,when the draws for matches were happening they wanted anyone other than Becks.

.....The Dreadful Day-----call it a curse bad luck i dont know,in one of the matches when he skid to get a shot on his favorite forehand he lost balance and twisted his ankle,to add to this severe pain his exams were just a week away and he could not put his feet on the ground.His mom broke his racket she cried all night in the hospital when the doc said a small surgery was necessary.---End of His Dream

Months passed yrs passed....he did not have the courage to get bck on court and his Mom never wanted him to do so....every time he saw a tennis match on TV he was reminded bout the dreadful day...for a long time he felt some integral part of his life was missing...He found alternate ways to fill this gap music theater etc etc...

After yrs recently he decided to get his muscles working,he borrowed a racket and played a few shots he then translated them to short matches,not to mention that scenes frm a distinct past/ memory still reflect on him .

Waiting for his new racket, a new day ,a new start......Is Becky BCK??Well time be the answer ...

NEVER STOP CHASING UR DREAM....U MIGHT FAIL MISERABLY BUT ATLEAST U GAVE IT A SHOT!!