~When Time Runs Slow~

I felt a jolt on my shoulder,a pinch, and then some sprinkling of cold water on my face. I opened my eyes and saw Shetty saying something about an event, a race where i had to be in. I couldn open my eyes...vodka still flowing in my blood after the final year party i had been to. I was in first year then. The introduction to seniors in such a way wasnt really an ideal occasion. So i woke up and uttered," dude wats the time ?" and he replied it was half past 10. I had to be there at the reporting stands in 10 minutes. So i brushed...put on my half sleeves and a bermuda which was lying in the laundry bag...what the hell anywayz!....Shetty cycled me to the ground...a hot day it was...burning the sand beneath my feet....and it was a day....a day to remember!

It was the sports day....not a sports meet...a day when there are classes and atheletes would have to cut them to participate in their events. Ballz to extracurriculars...thats my college policy. So i was standing there without having the slightest consciousness of what i was to do!

(timetravelling 3 days back...i remember hitting the fastest time for the 200 m race.....yeah...m an athelete...i run...sprint....its a joy!)

Spotting me a friend came and asked.."hey pai! why do u seem so dull" to which i narrated the whole drunken night story....Shockingly 'she' went and brought me some lime...assuming that would help me! While sipping it i could feel it run through my "food tube" (lol) and reach my stomach. I wasnt prepared....i din know how i could get through it. I heard the speakers bark itself out....200 m sprint...the finalists are..~~~~~~....please proceed to the starting point. It struck me....Fuck....what do i do! Borrowing a pair of boots i walked through the crowd to the starting point....warming up....jogging for a while...jumping...stretching my body....my muscles were barely responding....I was screwed...i knew that....But there are times when the mental strenght can overcome the physical! Thats why brain cells are the strongest!....

The event in charge came and took out the lots....i had to pick one....dug my hand into the jar and looked into the folded piece of paper...lane 3...i told him....as he instructed me to take my position....

So there i was stranded with 6 other people...each having their pathway to success....a 100 eyes staring at us....Who would be the best...who would beat the time....i took my postion...bend down....my left leg tugged under my crotch and my right leg seemingly stretched...Its alwayz customary to keep the boosting leg in that position...no one taught me this....well thats how its done in the olympics... :D ....I could smell my sweat....dropping from my forehead to my eyes...then my nose....and blowing it from my mouth...breathing hard....telling myself...i can do it...the wind clashing with my hair and body...i could feel it streamlining....All i saw was my track....nothing else...."Atheletes, on your mark"...i have to do it..."get set"...i will do it...."GO"...i bolted from my stand...adrenaline pumping....hands moving till my chest....legs thrusted to maximum capacity....I was sprinting....giving maximum capacity to my legs...Run bitch run....covering 150 m of the track i checked my sides...i could see none...i looked straight...i saw shetty with his gleaming eyes...smiling....i still put my maximum....shit can happen...you never know....i streamed into the finish line...clocked a 22 second mark....i was the best...i won the gold....it was a victory!!!!

~Adios~
Pai