“Hey, which sport are you good in?” my friend asked me today.
“Why?” I asked, trying to avoid the question. When it comes to sports, computer and mobile games are all that I can manage. And that too barely.
“Come on, there must be some sport you enjoy. What did you play when you were a child?’
I looked back at the past and saw myself standing before the mirror and trying to turn my mother’s dupatta into a saree. I did enjoy that game. But why tell that to him, right?
“Why do you want to know?” I countered.
“Oh, I was just thinking to hold some sort of a charity match in the park. You know, I attended one such event recently. Of course it was bigger than what we can manage in our housing society.”
“What event?” I asked.
“The South African High Commission in New Delhi had organized a charity soccer tournament. Here, in India, I mean. It was organized to celebrate the birth anniversary of the late anti-apartheid leader and former South African President, Nelson Mandela. Four teams participated in this. These teams consisted of children from the Salaam Baalak Trust, two private schools and also members from the South African High Commission. The winning team received the trophy from the South African High Commissioner, Mr FK Morule.”
“Nice,” I said, looking at the photo he showed.
“So, tell me, which game you play best,” he persisted.
“Umm… Temple Run,” I replied, grinning.
“You play that well?” he asked, raising his brow.
“Yeah, I play it well.”
His grin showed that he knew the reality of my sporting or gaming capabilities.
“Let’s see how well,” he declared, picking up his phone.
So we played. He saw. He laughed. I made all the excuses I could to explain my defeat. But I have a suspicion he believed none of them. Because before departing, he advised, “Next time, before you claim to be good at a game, at least learn to play it well.”