The Best Servant yet the Worst Master

Before you start this story, I want you to imagine that you are on a beach, a cool, windy beach. You are walking along the sea-shore just when you can see something golden thing shining in darkness. You are sure that it is gold, a block of gold. You run and run and run. You are in happiness that you can’t handle when you realize it is actually a block of gold. Come back to reality? Damn! You were enjoying the imagination, weren't you? And I called you back.

Well, what if you meet about a person who might have experienced the same euphoria? Hiren had the experience that you were just imagining of. The only difference is that he experienced that gold disguised in piece of paper which we normally call as money. His short height made him look like a child to the society but only people familiar to him knew that he was rich as hell. Well, his beard made him look a bit matured which suited him because of his clean shaved head.

Most of the rich men have a story that they belonged to a poor family and so did Hiren. But the good thing is that his poverty ignited the zeal in his soul to earn the riches. He was quite successful in his goal. He got married to his college friend, Tanya and had happy family. He used to come up with too expensive gifts for his wife every year. Apple Mac book pro, a limited, red hot Ferrari La Ferrari, shoes from Armani, leather purse of Versace. Damn he is rich, isn’t he?

Seasons kept flowing smoothly and so did the lifestyle of this couple until a twist came. Actually a twist made by very own dear possession of every human, even for Hiren, the money. It was a day when he was looted and all his money was just a thin air when he entered his office. The broken glass pieces scattered on the polished, white, mirrory floor and his wooden desk which was then just a complete mess. He felt a strike of heavy blow on his fate and started cursing it. He had no money in his bank too as he had withdrawn all for a big, new investment which was a big flop. The tragedy hit him so hard that it made his mind blind and he couldn’t see his talent by which he could go for a fresh start-up. But the disaster just snatched away the vision from his mind. It is quite clear by this that what Hiren worked for was just money and not because he loved his work.

Money is not something that defines your richness. People are often mistaken and they run after money blindly which later makes them blind in front of their inner skills and talent. Money is never outside in that world. It is all stored up in your skull. All you need to just do is convert that money from thoughts into paper. It is just that simple. You are never too rich until you have something money can’t buy. Just collaborate with your inner self, listen to what your mind speaks, not what your heart desires. If you want to desire, first you need to be deserved for that. Money is a good thing but it is not everything. It is the best servant a man can have but the worst master if a man gets underneath that.

The Gentleman’s Sport

[I would like to be grateful to my very dear friend and a football freak, Miss Ashmita Patel who suggested me this topic of football to write on and provided me the encouragement to write on this!]

You breathe air, you eat food, you drink water. Do you love someone or something so much for which you can give up any of these things? Yes? Then that’s passion! This word energizes me to a whole new level from where it’s next to impossible for me to level down. And for me, passion, love, craziness, insanity, lust, madness, addiction, all means the same-FOOTBALL!

A sport, not just a game is something for which I can give up food and play whole day. Passion for anything doesn’t rises out suddenly. It takes time and skill over it. My skills in football? Dude, you don’t want know how much I have sweated to learn the basics of my religion-football. I respect the beautiful sport; I love it from all my heart. Football is a religion, I am a footballer.

You must be thinking how mad am I exaggerating so much on a simple sport, aren’t you? This is passion, my friends. The passion is irresistible.

Not a love at first sight situation, but I fell in love with it in 11^th standard. How romantic na! LOL. Jokes apart, you wouldn’t believe me but I used to hate football. Yes, you read right. I used to hate it. I found it worthless. Few men running from one corner to another for scoring a goal, that too for 90 minutes on an enormous rectangular grassy ground. Man! That’s so tiring.

But my life had different plans for me. While in school, my other friends had interest in football and so they used to play during the break time. Well, I didn’t have any interest but I thought to give it a try. I ENJOYED! Yes, the sport which I hated at first was enjoyed by me. And moreover, I used to play more of it.

It doesn’t end here. The climax still waits. I was an empty mind box with no skill. Interest is a different thing and passion is on a complete new level. I had interest so I didn’t bother much about it but gradually I started developing my skills, not enough though. I used to be just a player among the team in my friend circle. Today, I am the one who select players for my team.

You may be thinking why I am describing all this. Football is a sport whose beauty can never be described through words. It has the capability to morph the enemies to friends, hatred to love, interest to passion. Undoubtedly, all sport games are good, but to me, football is my passion, my drug. Whatever you may call it!

Want to know the best thing about football? The legendary players, while playing hurt each other and cause injury, unintentionally but in the end, the hug each other, exchange their t-shirts. No quarrels, no altercations. Not because they have to maintain their dignity but they have respect for the beautiful game and respect for the skills the other players possess. Now you know why football is called The Gentleman’s Game. Proud to be a FOOTBALLER!