Looking back... I have realized that none of my childhood dreams have come true.
When I was three, I wanted to be a doctor. Folks tell me that I used to prick Madeshi kids with sticks and what not. Yes, I was born in Madhesh and I am still waiting for the Madeshi parties to give me a call.
Am I eligible to join? Okay, I am a pahadi but I will wear the kurta and chew paan and sing Bhojpuri songs if that makes them happy!
I don't know if making kids swallow dirt was a sign of a psycho but the village people looked at it in a more 'medical' way. When I was six, I wanted to be like Pele. It took me another six years to realize that I couldn't hit a ball farther than 10 feet.
So I decided to be a goalkeeper. The job was easy... you could day dream all you want until the ball was right in front of you.
And I don't think I was good at it but since Rene Higuita, the Colombian loco keeper was in Vogue and I still lacked the 'kicking part', I started to run around the field. The other team enjoyed it but my teammates were not happy as the goal was always without the keeper. Then I broke my wrist trying to save the ball using both my hands and feet. Had seen that trick Higuita did @ Wembley!
Then I quit football (soccer!) and decided to run like Mr. Gump! Won the 1,500 meters (even though I had smoked a joint few minutes before the race), nearly came first in a cross-country race. I don't know how that happened. Well, the race was in my neighborhood... knew the course very well!
I thought I would one day play in the NBA. I even started eating gai-ko-sukuti, hoping I would be 6'6 in few years. It never happened but my basketball dreams died the day when my team lost to the beautiful girls from neighboring school. Yes, we were leading 21-2 but the other team decided to throw in three girls in short skirts and our coach agreed to this new deal.
Then by the grace of Allah... we lost 23-24. I have never played basketball since then. No, it was never about the battle of the sexes. I then realized that I wasn't going to be the next Jordan!
And all that beef-sukuti only increased my height by 2 inches. And I don't call Aamir Khan .... baam anymore... since I am only an inch taller! I was never a smart kid, always in the middle of the class ranking.
But somehow I managed to pass SLC, thanks to my friend who let me copy all of the optional maths answers. If it wasn't for him, I would still be giving the SLC exams! So dude, wherever you are... it's because of you... that I am matric-pass!
If you are using dial-up then fugetaboutit. If you are using NTC- ADSL line then be patient, it will take some time but eventually you will get to watch it and for our friends in the Western world, it should load as fast as premature e-jack-u-lay-sun!
When I was three, I wanted to be a doctor. Folks tell me that I used to prick Madeshi kids with sticks and what not. Yes, I was born in Madhesh and I am still waiting for the Madeshi parties to give me a call.
Am I eligible to join? Okay, I am a pahadi but I will wear the kurta and chew paan and sing Bhojpuri songs if that makes them happy!
I don't know if making kids swallow dirt was a sign of a psycho but the village people looked at it in a more 'medical' way. When I was six, I wanted to be like Pele. It took me another six years to realize that I couldn't hit a ball farther than 10 feet.
So I decided to be a goalkeeper. The job was easy... you could day dream all you want until the ball was right in front of you.
And I don't think I was good at it but since Rene Higuita, the Colombian loco keeper was in Vogue and I still lacked the 'kicking part', I started to run around the field. The other team enjoyed it but my teammates were not happy as the goal was always without the keeper. Then I broke my wrist trying to save the ball using both my hands and feet. Had seen that trick Higuita did @ Wembley!
Then I quit football (soccer!) and decided to run like Mr. Gump! Won the 1,500 meters (even though I had smoked a joint few minutes before the race), nearly came first in a cross-country race. I don't know how that happened. Well, the race was in my neighborhood... knew the course very well!
I thought I would one day play in the NBA. I even started eating gai-ko-sukuti, hoping I would be 6'6 in few years. It never happened but my basketball dreams died the day when my team lost to the beautiful girls from neighboring school. Yes, we were leading 21-2 but the other team decided to throw in three girls in short skirts and our coach agreed to this new deal.
Then by the grace of Allah... we lost 23-24. I have never played basketball since then. No, it was never about the battle of the sexes. I then realized that I wasn't going to be the next Jordan!
And all that beef-sukuti only increased my height by 2 inches. And I don't call Aamir Khan .... baam anymore... since I am only an inch taller! I was never a smart kid, always in the middle of the class ranking.
But somehow I managed to pass SLC, thanks to my friend who let me copy all of the optional maths answers. If it wasn't for him, I would still be giving the SLC exams! So dude, wherever you are... it's because of you... that I am matric-pass!
If you are using dial-up then fugetaboutit. If you are using NTC- ADSL line then be patient, it will take some time but eventually you will get to watch it and for our friends in the Western world, it should load as fast as premature e-jack-u-lay-sun!
Randy Pausch Last Lecture: Achieving Your Childhood Dream
I am not interested in knowing where and when you broke your 'fragile' gai-ko-sukuti-less bones but I think I am more interested in knowing, when and where you first got your heart broken ;)
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