FIFA World Cup

"“Come on get up”

That was the voice of my mother. Normally 6 A.M is my time to wake up.

But I do not know why I am so late today.

I think the World cup final match made me depressed.

“Are you not going to school?”

I’m in my bed. Just trying to think what I have to do.

“Oh my God it’s 9.30 morning”

My mind trembled with fear.

Today is the Exam day. Mathematics is the subject. I haven’t even looked the last two chapters. Oh, Nothing to worry about it, because I’m ready to write re-exam.

I understood the matter that, how fast I’m doing the morning duties. Fifteen minutes were sufficient for me to do the preparations to go to school.

“Argentina Failed”

My little brother ridiculed me again and again.

“We can meet in Russia for the next world cup”

“Then also your Argentina will fail”

We were watching the match last night. Germany has done a nice Job. But for me the pain is that I’m known as the fan of Argentina. The whole class was against me. How can I face my friends? That was the biggest question in my mind than Mathematics.

Winning the match is more important than playing.

We normally says participation is something great.

But for me I feel winning is important than participating. The childish desire is always win. Play in order to win. But that is not real sportsman spirit. I know that but playing a match to get failure is not good.

“No problem Argentina,

Dear Messi you can take the World cup in Russia”

I murmured.

“Why are you waiting?”

Mother was so angry at me. It is because of the time concept of Mama. She is always punctual. I do not know why she is living for time. Actually the time should live for us. Doing things and eating food on time makes me boredom.

“I’m going Ma”

“Take your Tiffin Box”

“Okay”

“Where is your Shoes?”

“It’s in the TV hall”

“You are always like this, not at all caring things”

“Mam please bring it for me”

“Fast, wear your uniform”

Mother was commanding at me. What I have to do?. My mind was gone with Argentina. My great player Messi was silent after the game. His head was so heavy with sadness. He did not even look at the crowd. He was alone in the football court. I cannot forget those moments. What I have to say to my friends?

Oh now I’m too much worried than Messi.

Mama started the car. I feel so happy when I travel with her. Her driving is so calm and beautiful. I understood that the vehicle becomes an extension of my Mamma when she gets the steering.

Class already started.

I rushed into my space.

“Why are so late?”

Class teacher looked at me so cruelly.

My friends were laughing

I saw everywhere the joy of German fans.

My mathematics teacher’s face... I cannot believe my eyes,

It is like Adolph Hitler.

I entered the class like Messi.

Instead of Golden Ball teacher gave me a bundle of question papers to pass to my friends. When I am passing each question paper to my friends, they looked at me in a victorious way.

But Aiswarya...

She was with me…

“Tony, we have a hope for the Next “

“What”

“We can wait with Argentina for the next world cup”

“Great, you are with me”

“Yes”

This was not an end. This was the beginning of our real friendship, me[1] and Aiswarya.

So I came to know that each failure will give you a friend

A true friend

Who can give you wings to fly

To fly with hope.

[1] An Argentinian Fan