Tuesday, October 25, 2005

the fifth gate opens at last

As i flew to my right or that's what i thought, i sensed the ball curving away from me and decided to put it all one last time. In a jiffy my subconcious mind pulled my left hand from nowhere towards the vicinity of the ball that was flying a bit slower than what what could be termed a rocket. The ball caught my left middle finger and misinterpreted my anticipation to be something else(you know wat). The ball got angry and rejected to deflect. It patted hard on my tiny finger, and the already injured finger appeared too small to bear the weight of the football championship. As I glared with a blank eye the ball gave a deathkiss to my finger, whispered slowly that itz not gonna take my middle finger and flew through the beautifully painted white poles. All at once all of them went off at once, the ball, the championship, the hope, everything... As i lay on the green grass with a tainted blue sports wear, it all happened... and the next time i found myself untieing my shoe in my room.
"If i had jumped a bit early, i would have"
"If i had moved to my right...."
"had i waited..."
"if i....."
"had i ...."
my mind suddenly started learning binaries... either it thought of if's or had's but nothing else....
i knew that it's only a matter of time to realise the goodnesses of the fifth penalty going in....
so if you wanna know it... you have to wait.[:p]

2 comments:

Mohan Kodali said...

no regrets be...u played tooo gud for ur first ever fooball tournment(as far as I knw)

anyway how is ur lil finger now :D

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