Sports and I have had a long-standing relationship of being extremely unflattering on each other. I’m a total disgrace to any sport and probably the only saving grace is that I try my best. I remember in school I was a nightmare to my Coaches
I could shoot baskets in basket ball pretty well but was pathetic in dribbling and any semblances of ball control, in Cricket I was a total source of exasperation for everyone as I couldn’t ever connect the bat and ball, Volleyball I’d connect but couldn’t ever get the concept of aiming shots, same goes for Carom, Table Tennis and Badminton. Baseball wasn’t so bad because of the rule three strikes you are out and of course that is where I was. The most distressing thing about all this was that I wasn’t one of those girls who’d stand out the class and gossip I’d love to play so I was always in the field much to the nightmare of everyone, team-mates, coaches, opposite teams. The only game I was good in was Throwball where the area of error is very little, sadly no one ever wanted to play it.
Later on I moved on to play pool which again I wasn’t too good at, tried learning to swim but fear of water caused my coaches a tough time, finally I learnt only the back-stroke properly, which I guess everyone knows is no great feat. Now I’m learning to play squash and once more history is repeating itself, to say I’m a bad shot is an understatement but I love the game and the coach is in for a harrowing time once more! I love the game but I wish the squash ball was the size of tennis ball, and then I might get my shots in right. On our trial practice with the coach I was such a bad shot that he was quite amazed at the fact that in front of him stood a completely uncoordinated idiot, who refused to stop playing even when she couldn’t connect a single shot. After 10 minutes of trying to coach me he gave up and decided to coach Bhai, and needless to say Bhai was good at returning shots and the coach was happy. At the end he was all smiles for Bhai and quite pained at the thought that we were a bundled package.
As usual I decided to be a real pest and learn to play this game the best I can, since the coaching is only on the weekends I decided to go pull all stops during the weekday practice sessions. I must say that I quite surprised myself by finally getting the shots connected! But it was quite a tedious process and very entertaining one for Bhaiyya. Initially, he didn’t even need to play to win all he needed to do was serve. I’m trying to do the best I can say but he has a whale of a time teasing me that I should enter Club Squash championship, if not anything else I’d be great for my opponents ego or I might even end up winning as people will just abandon matches knowing they are up against me and maybe I’d be banned from the courts. 
Well, I’m glad he is amused but I haven’t seen the coach after that session, the following two weekends he’s been missing and the next two we were busy. I’d like to think it is just a coincidence however Bhai is going on like 'maybe you scared him off'. Last couple of days I’ve been a tad too preoccupied to hit the courts but I’m dying to get back, this has been the only sport my determination has actually translated into some semblance of improvement I’d like to see finally if practice can make it perfect. Here’s hoping it does happen.
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