If there is a term ‘sport challenged’, it was invented just for me. As long as I can remember, I have never played anything in my life. Even while growing up, I was satisfied with a few card games or Thayapas or some board games. Physical activity or sports were never my forte. If I had some free time, I would conveniently pick up a book and study my subjects rather than going out to play. In fact, I would be the only one to not take part even in a small running race at school. That’s why a photograph of me waiting to run for a short sprint is so cherished at home – well, it was from my LKG days 😀
Once grown up, you don’t have to find reasons to stop playing any sport. Blame it on studies – the 10th , 12th boards and the hectic college life. Thus, my life was devoid of any sports. I used to be interested in watching cricket and remember having a crush on Ganguly but soon after entering college, even watching sports was put to rest.
S came into my life and soon I realized he is a sports fanatic. Not only did he watch all games, he played most of them too. He was on the district level team for basketball, played badminton as a hobby frequently, played cricket at college and had everyday football practice with his friends in the local ground – all these apart from the games of carom, chess, cards etc. First, I didn’t know anyone who was athletic and played many sports. Secondly, I was super scared for him every time he played football. They were all quite aggressive and quite often S would come back with a bleeding foot, broken nail or rashes with slight blood on elbows and knees. He would hardly have time to message/call me the entire evening and the girlfriend that I was during those days, felt very possessive. But mostly I was scared that he would hurt himself ok? Because of me, he quit playing football altogether. Now that I think of it, feels pretty big. To give up one’s passion for someone else. Whenever we cross a playground or a group of players, S almost stops looking at the game and I have to literally pull him off from that spot. And that kind of tells me, how he misses it. But he ended me with me, didn’t he?! 😛
Being married to each other for four years, we both have imbibed some of the traits from each other. Like how S likes to cook or take part in my artistic ventures. Like how I sleep for an additional hour during the weekend. Like how S gets up early in the morning for our walk. Like how I took a liking towards egg. Like how S watches romantic movies with me. Like how I watch English movies with him. Like how we both watch many sports today. Yes. He has kindled enough interest in me to sit for hours watching sports. Not just that – couple of weeks back I was interested enough to try a game of badminton – all thanks to him. Milking the situation immediately, he took me over to a sports shop and got a couple of racquets. We immediately set out to play.
Needless to say, I was bad. Exceptionally bad. If I could hit his shot for once, that’s an achievement by itself. Well, what do you expect from someone who has never even touched a racquet before?! If there were on-lookers, I was worse. S would patiently teaches me a couple of times on how could I have hit the shot but I would do the same mistake. Couple of times, he lost his cool. I swore never to play badminton again. I even asked him to find himself a new partner. But come next day, both of us would enthusiastically pick up our racquets again.
Two weeks now, I should say I have improved tons. I still miss some of his shots and my service literally sucks. He has been trying to get me to do it correctly since three days with no luck. But.. but.. I am playing. I have developed a fond interest for the game. I don’t bother about who is looking at me or if I am bad. I laugh silly when I make a mistake and the smile spreads onto S’s face too. So what if my right hand muscles proving that they exist by paining or that I have to run here and there with my troublesome left foot or that I make S bend down a number of times picking up the shuttlecock? We are having fun and that’s what matters the most.