As I walked through the gate of the
hostel, hearing the tapping of the ball against the table caught my ears,
dragging me to peak into the room from where it was coming from. Watching from
the door of the common room as I saw them play Table Tennis, increasing my
curiosity as I had never played it before. As the seconds passed, my
desperation to try kept on increasing which suddenly become so obvious on them
that one of them offered me his bat, and I being myself was in dilemma of
shyness but something took over me and I foolishly took the bat without knowing
how to play.
Well, at
least I knew I had to hit the ball with the bat. It didn’t go well for the
first three serves, missed missed and missed, quite an embarrassment for the
first impression leaving the hall for my room. Next few minutes as I walked
through the corridor, all the thoughts started to roam in my mind leaving a
corner for guilt for stopping at the hall.
The next day
was no new as I heard the same sound ticking in my ears. With no courage left
and myself stopping me from hearing it, my legs didn’t respond well leaving me
again at the door of the common room. Well, this time the hall was crowded and
cheering up for the guy whom they were calling the champion of the game “The
Unbeatable”, and as the game came to an end, definitely him winning it, an
unexpected thing happen, He calling me up for a match. Well I knew what would
happen but again salute to my courage, accepting the challenge.
With the
game up and me losing to nil, He asked me weather I am beginner; a quick
learner was my reply. A quick learner, Huh, well then focus on this ball, keep
your eye on the ball and the game is yours and he served.
Focus, this
was the ingredient I was missing in my recipe, my eyes now glued to the ball
and seeing nothing else. This was my moment; I could feel it in every inch of
my body. As He severed, my hand swung feeling the air breeze cut through it to
hit the ball as it moved from the court to another, tipping with a speed which
beat the unbeatable.....
