this is a true story.this is not my story but perhaps mine for the telling.
here it is...
he could not think beyond his sport , a young boy hardly ready for the world plunged himself headlong in his passion .
in the morning he woke up with not a thought in his head but that of his sport...in the afternoon ,sun or rain, he remained on the field ...in the evening he worked on his physical fitness....and when he was exhausted,he fell on bed ...maybe he dreamt too of his sport.
he grew up to be a straight and a simple young man who believed in two values in life.one ,the power of hard work ,and two..the strength of determination...all around him were people ,friends ...team mates...sportsmen...coaches who were absolutely sure that here was a winner.
whenever he appeared on the field, he made headlines....absolute success was a hair's breadth away...or so it seemed.
the more he was disappointed,the harder he worked...
the harder he worked,the closer seemed his aim...
the closer seemed his aim,the more dedicated he was...
the more dedicated he was,the more focused he became...
the more focused he was,the more disappointed he was...
it was a roller coaster and there was no getting off for him.
till the ride crashed and his hopes dashed to ground and his dreams shattered as if they never were.
plunged in despair,he swore never again to pick up a ball.
but without his passion he could never be who he was.
everyday was misery ,every night a nightmare.
frustration tore at him ,anger clawed at him.
hard work did not work...and life is not fair..
he learnt these two lessons in the classroom that is life.
he stayed caught in utter despair.however ,since he had always thought that for him life was cricket and cricket all life,he could not remain away...
it took a lot of courage....to lace up his spiked shoes and get back to what he loved best...
he did it...
i call him a winner.
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