My First & Last Ball: Nostalgia 1



When I was in class 6 a social studies test was planned.  That day I went to school without studying. As usual I prayed for the teacher to be absent. Unfortunately it was on the first period of the day. I was chanting continuously for teacher’s absence. But after assembly she entered the class. “Are you ready for the test?” “Yes miss…” was the answer from few of my class mates. “Alright…But we will have no test today…” announced the teacher and left the class. I was in cloud nine. Thanked god as much as I can. But I was wondering why she had done that. There were many souls as happy as I was. To the irony there were few who felt disappointed too. Few minutes later, an announcement was made on the mike. “All class 6 and 7 students will assemble in the play ground immediately.”  I left the class with my friends. Only after reaching there, I realized that my school was hosting the zonal volley ball match. I didn’t even know what a volley ball was. The very reason why we were asked to assemble was to cheer the players. It added even more flavor to me as the whole day no classes would happen. I sat on the ground and was staring the court, net, players. But one thing was missing, the ball. After a whistle blow, I saw my PT teacher a holding a cosco ball. A blue and yellow coated one as huge as a foot ball. That was a volley ball. The whole day I kept watching the matches, screamed whenever my school earned a point.  The day ended with my school winning the trophy. I felt too excited. Excitement continued and I was badly waiting for the PT hour of the week. Finally the hour arrived. My PT teacher asked how many of us were interested in volley ball. I had put up my hand in air as high as possible with my heels raised. Only few of my class mates did as me and others seemed to be least bothered.  Teacher took our names and made us stand in a row and thought us how to make a rally shot. She told she will pass the ball to each one of us and would make us practice rally shot. I was in one corner of the row. I was a bit afraid as the first chance would be mine. On contrast she passed the ball to other corner. I had a sigh of relief. None of my friends gave a rally shot. My turn arrived. I didn’t know what happened that second when the ball reached me. The next second I heard the applause, because the previous second I had hit the ball. That was MY FIRST BALL.  Two years passed. Slowly I started playing well. I got selected for the school team. It was hard retaining a place in team as the competition was too high. But I somehow made it. We were a team of 15. We played together against other schools and against amongst us during school house matches…  Bunked classes for practice, played tournaments, felt happy for winning and sad for losing, silly fights, scolding each other when we missed shots, screamed when we won, ran trains with the trophy, dressing room fun, those treats from PT teacher for winning, applause in school assembly, special appreciation from principal and correspondent and many more…All this happened because of My First Ball.  When I was in final year schooling, I hardly had time to play. Slowly the game distanced from me. Every serve I served gave me joy. Every shot I missed was a lesson. Every winning was bliss. Every losing was pain. All put together those volley ball days at school were a priceless possession. But what I am left with today is just NOSTALGIA

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  1. JoFebruary 11, 2013 at 7:56 AM

    NOSTALGIC ! While running through the busy life, to reach a so called place "no where" ! Rarely few things dig the nostalgic moments in us.. And Vaisali.. This article is one such ! Way to go :)

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  2. Saru SinghalFebruary 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM

    Sports give you another high. I never played but I was on Arts and Theatre Group and I loved doing that and missing classes. Few of my school friends are models and Vjs. :)

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