REMINISCENCES

Hello all,

Remember the last post in which I wrote about the Mynah and the Crow. Well here they are, sharing a papaya . Then they will go about their respective duties, Mynah to his singing and the Crow to his what ever'

Today was Sunday, and after church I was just thinking , reflecting on my journey, as a coach and as a human being, I remembered a lot of guys who were at certain point of times were my trainees, and are now on their way in life . May be none of them became world famous, but I am sure that each in his own way , will contribute to humanity and will espouse the cause of kindness,cause I firmly believe that it is acts of kindness, both random and deliberately constructed, which will enable us in this troubled times to have hope

I remember NJ John, son of a great sports man. I remember the bond between son and father.I saw them butting heads, John was may be 12 at that time.It was in the crowded railway station of Trivandrum, and the shared love brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my soul. Johns Father, N J Jose, JOSE CHETTAN to me and TITANIUM JOSE to a multitude of football lovers to whom he brought cheer and happiness.I remember as just now , years back, when i was may be 12 years old, during a furious football match at the university stadium,Jose Chettan, wearing a striped black and white jersey, scooped the ball over the heads of two defenders who had cornered him and let loose a thunderous shot at the post.
I remember John as a u 16 player who knew his limitations and will play accordingly, but boy he never would let go. I remember him now heart broken after being left out of the team in spite of being the top scorer against Maharashtra the year before.
I see him now, a proud MBA holder,Wow John !God bless you and keep you

I remember Mahesh, aspiring wicket keeper, who came to me in tears and said in a trembling voice that the selector asked him whether he can bowl off spin. I remember him huffing and puffing during the off season conditioning camp, never letting go. I remember him showing the same grit in his fight against cancer. I saw him last month, dressed like a king, Praise lord, it was his marriage. yes he is married to a beautiful girl, an accomplished dancer and no doubt a good cook, but I doubt whether he has disclosed his fondness for fried chicken to his orthodox brahmim beauty. I wish him the very best in life

I remember Ramakrishnan,now the proud father of a beautiful daughter. I remember him as a teenager fighting his doubts but trusting in his ability. I remember him , fighting his way time and again in to the state senior team, only to be sidelined by devious captains and stupid coaches.the same determination, I am sure will make him a winner in life

I thank my lord JESUS for having given me the opportunity to witness at close range how men of strength and character emerged from the cocoons of clumsy teen age, like the beautiful butterfly emerging from the Grey shell of it s cocoon.I am thankful that I could contribute in my own way in their flight towards their destiny
There are many others, and I will write about them all in random

THANK YOU LORD FOR MAKING ME A COACH