I rushed back to the hostel and immediately established contact to the seniors and sports committee to arrange for a basketball. I got a deflated one from a senior and due to late night, there was no scope of getting it inflated again. I waited in anxiety for the next morning and made it to the court at 7:00 am in all passion and zeal. Then, I started playing…wait. No…I started to look for a puncture wala to help me with getting the ball inflated again. I travelled around 500m radius of the court to find a puncture-wala but wasn’t successful. Unfortunately, in Mumbai, when you live in Andheri West, you don’t find any roadside puncture walas as there are only large cycle shops that do such stuff and their opening time is 11:00 AM approximately. Ohh man..what a disappointment. I came back to the court with a heavy heart when I found some school kids playing football in the open field area next to the basketball court. I saw they had 8-10 odd footballs with them as apparently, each kid carried his own ball to the field. In all desperation, I went to one of the kids to check for if he had a pocket air pump and pin for inflating the ball.
Woohoo!!! My inner-self screamed in joy as the kid handed over the pump and the pin to me. And, finally, I got to try my hands for the first time in 6 years to play basketball. I felt energized with each and every passing moment that I played the game for. As rains kept on diminishing, I was able to find more such opportunities and more sporty people from the batch to play with. For now, it is going well with the basketball court while the wait is still on for the cricket field to get in shape. Now, I have something, a fit actually, that drives me to go through the day so that I can play in the evening. I am sure that this drive would help me a lot in my MBA journey as I am in my comfort zone now.
Prakhar Singhal
PGDM Candidate- SPJIMR
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