Last day I got a follower for this blog, my cousin Abhichettan.
This reminds my previous two incidents when I was participated in some competitions during my college days.
During my college days I was an unsuccessful sports man. Like all sports man I have dreams to have fans and followers. I used to play Kabadi and handball for college team. Kabadi we were very amateur team and my physical trainer give me admission to college to build a good team. In first year I have played for the team and as junior player I could not influence anyone to come for regular practice or build a good team. 2nd year as well my team couldn’t qualify. in our last qualifying match I could play a good game but team last against my previous college team. that’s the issue I am not lucky enough to called a good player. 3rd year I became captain of the college team and made sure we had enough practice and we won the qualifying matches and reached to finals of university championship. But none of my friends were there to watch that qualifying match was I and team played well. Again couldn’t win to get fans. I was looking for people cheer for me after winning the match, sad I couldn’t see any one whom I play around. But as a person I love everyone so happy with others cheer for me team :)
Next we had tag of war in college as part of regional fest. My team was not a favorite team I was the heaviest boy in the team. Whereas in other teams - my size boys were the smallest. No chance to win that tournament. Even then all of us charged up and went ahead to compete. I have we reached all the way to finals. in final match supposed to have 3 sets of war. I was the one pulled tag for front, cheer and motivated the rest of my team. I have to say more than my force and physical strength my cheer and shouting helped team to reach final. In final also I continued the same shouting. We won final and become the champ. I run around the college as if I am the man of the tournament and thought huge fans and team members running behind me. Something likes a final goal scorer in world cup final. When turn back only one person behind me, that was my friend, Riyad :), I knew he always with me to cheer and support. Again I couldn’t win the crowd.
Next was my college fashion show, I was dressed along with my friends and started walking in the ramp rather stage, after it is a Kerala college. My other handsome friends were getting a lot of applauds when they walked in. As I am the 2nd tallest my team gang, (I won’t show this blog to Yousef. I am sure if some ask him who is 2nd tallest in our gang he will claim him name. No doubt about tallest in our gang though. Fanus will be happy man now, he can read this) I walked in at no. 7, I notice that one person from far behind the auditorium was raised his hand and cheering for me. I couldn’t believe my eye, I got fan that I don’t know. Wow, I got full inspiration and did ramp walk with full confidence. I noticed that my new fan was wearing a blue half sleeve shirt.
After the show I was looking for this new person cheer for me. I saw my cousin Abhichettan sitting in back side of auditorium and he is wearing that blue shirt. With a lot of tears in my heart I have accepted that fact. That was not a fan.
Same effect today, I got a follower for this blog. My beloved cousin, he saw me from childhood, know me from my college days till now. I know he is there with me all the time till we become close each other.
So I am happy to see he his following but still milestone is away :)
This reminds my previous two incidents when I was participated in some competitions during my college days.
During my college days I was an unsuccessful sports man. Like all sports man I have dreams to have fans and followers. I used to play Kabadi and handball for college team. Kabadi we were very amateur team and my physical trainer give me admission to college to build a good team. In first year I have played for the team and as junior player I could not influence anyone to come for regular practice or build a good team. 2nd year as well my team couldn’t qualify. in our last qualifying match I could play a good game but team last against my previous college team. that’s the issue I am not lucky enough to called a good player. 3rd year I became captain of the college team and made sure we had enough practice and we won the qualifying matches and reached to finals of university championship. But none of my friends were there to watch that qualifying match was I and team played well. Again couldn’t win to get fans. I was looking for people cheer for me after winning the match, sad I couldn’t see any one whom I play around. But as a person I love everyone so happy with others cheer for me team :)
Next we had tag of war in college as part of regional fest. My team was not a favorite team I was the heaviest boy in the team. Whereas in other teams - my size boys were the smallest. No chance to win that tournament. Even then all of us charged up and went ahead to compete. I have we reached all the way to finals. in final match supposed to have 3 sets of war. I was the one pulled tag for front, cheer and motivated the rest of my team. I have to say more than my force and physical strength my cheer and shouting helped team to reach final. In final also I continued the same shouting. We won final and become the champ. I run around the college as if I am the man of the tournament and thought huge fans and team members running behind me. Something likes a final goal scorer in world cup final. When turn back only one person behind me, that was my friend, Riyad :), I knew he always with me to cheer and support. Again I couldn’t win the crowd.
Next was my college fashion show, I was dressed along with my friends and started walking in the ramp rather stage, after it is a Kerala college. My other handsome friends were getting a lot of applauds when they walked in. As I am the 2nd tallest my team gang, (I won’t show this blog to Yousef. I am sure if some ask him who is 2nd tallest in our gang he will claim him name. No doubt about tallest in our gang though. Fanus will be happy man now, he can read this) I walked in at no. 7, I notice that one person from far behind the auditorium was raised his hand and cheering for me. I couldn’t believe my eye, I got fan that I don’t know. Wow, I got full inspiration and did ramp walk with full confidence. I noticed that my new fan was wearing a blue half sleeve shirt.
After the show I was looking for this new person cheer for me. I saw my cousin Abhichettan sitting in back side of auditorium and he is wearing that blue shirt. With a lot of tears in my heart I have accepted that fact. That was not a fan.
Same effect today, I got a follower for this blog. My beloved cousin, he saw me from childhood, know me from my college days till now. I know he is there with me all the time till we become close each other.
So I am happy to see he his following but still milestone is away :)
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