May
1st, 2016- Like any other day I woke up
early in the morning and proceeded with my regular routine, scanning all the
social media apps on my mobile. Everything was absolutely fine, the regular
pictures and statuses on Facebook, annoying good morning Whatsapp texts from
relatives and some very interesting snap stories on Snap chat, everything
absolutely fine, until I opened
Instagram. The first post I saw, I learned that my only favourite celeb and the
only person I ever go gaga about – Virat Kohli was in Hyderabad the previous
day and that too, in a place that is just 3kms away from my house. Boom!!
That’s when I sat upright. In a regular situation, this write up would have
been about how happy or how excited I was to have met “Virat Kohli”, but quite
annoyingly, I chose just yesterday to travel to my home town.
To
all those who know me, they are all quite aware that I have always wanted to
meet him and they have all left no stone unturned to make me feel excited about the idea. (including inserting images on birthday cakes)
And to all those who don’t you would have very surely understood by
now.
It
was during the World Cup of 2008, that I first saw Virat play, and since then I
have always been an ardent fan. Dedication and commitment has always appealed
to me and that’s one of the biggest reasons I absolutely adore Virat Kohli.
Most of the cricket maniacs would know his stunning performances and match
winning knocks. Honestly, as a game cricket never interested me very much, till
I saw this young player show his mettle on the pitch. Stories about his
vice-captaincy, his World cup victory as the Under 19 champion, the tri-series 2012,
Asia Cup and tons of others. From being an amateur player once upon a time in
the team to becoming the youngest player to score 25 ODI (One day
international) hundreds is most certainly a commendable feat.
I
can keep bragging on and on about his achievements but today what caused me to
write this is the extreme disappointment I experienced when I missed the chance
of meeting him. 4 months back when I was in Delhi on a college trip, I remember
getting excited just because I saw his house and that day I promised myself
that I would meet this man someday. And this morning it all came back in a
flash. With all the pictures he clicked
with a few lucky fans, my news feed was filled with Virat’s visit to Hyderabad.
Had
I stalked his social media profiles day in and day out, I would have surely
known about this, and had I inculcated the habit of checking for the schedule
of the IPL matches rather than depending on my brother(who generally gives last
minute info), I would have known that his team is scheduled to play in
Hyderabad. To the anger and disappointment that ran through every drop of blood
in my body, and to every source of outlet I chose for it, be it my friends or
my parents, so far this has been the best platform to vent.
Exactly
like 4 months ago, today once again I promise to myself, there shall be a day
when I meet this man and when I am going to write in this same blog, the
amusement and excitement of that experience.
P.s:
Biggest thanks to the few who tolerated me today. After all, like in the
movies, hardly can I stalk him. That only Gaurav (Sharukh in the movie FAN) can
do!
