Summer time… vacation time… that time of the year, when you have all the time in the world… And don’t know what to do with it.
I had read as many books as I could lay my hands on… and did not want to read anymore for a while.
There is very little else I do for fun. I was stuck.
In school, I spend my time listening to what the teachers say, instead of more productively, trying to get popular, and organise a huge ‘friend circle,’ as people call it. The irony is that after paying such a high price to listen to the teachers, I forget what they say as soon as the bell rings.
I decided to play basketball. I don’t know why… so don’t ask.
May be because I am pretty tall… and the game is supposed to favour people with height… or more believably… it is because I do not know any games that start with A, so naturally, basketball was the first game I thought of.
I went to the stadium. It was a huge, green oval, with stands on one side. The plot was rectangular, so the oval, left space for games other than cricket… After all, cricket is the only game in India
Despite having the largest area to it, cricket greedily had seized one corner, for its ‘nets.’ Two net less goal posts meant that the area had been intended to represent a foot ball pitch. Had it been used, the sight would have been even more pitiable. The D’s would end on the half line.
Across from the stands, were two tennis courts, and in a corner tucked behind them was the basketball court. It was in pretty good shape. Actually there were two courts and both had fibre back boards and both sets of rings had nets, though slightly damaged. The surface of the courts was the usual cement. The lines were bright and clear, hardly the dull outlines I expected.
I looked for the coach.
Naturally, he would be the most distant from the actual game. That disqualified anyone on the court, and most of the others loitering around it.
