The beginning:

Hello! I am back as promised. Excited and very much here. Well i have to accept beginnings are difficult. Second day of the ritual and I am thinking what do I blog about? hmm... last night on the bed many thoughts passed by like birds in the air but nothing concrete that made me say "this is it". After a lot of pondering and countless hours of watching various movies and sipping strong cup of coffees, I think I know where I could start from... I was seeing this movie based on 1966 NCCA basketball championship “Glory Road”. I don’t really enjoy any kind of sport but a movie is a different tier. 10 minutes into the movie and I knew some part of me was excited, inquisitive and absorbed in a story like that. I don’t really know whether it’s the story line, the sport or the coach Don Haskins. I liked every aspect of the movie, it was real. It played a cord and made a connection. Coach: the spearhead was not only passionate about the game, but also his players, about fundamentals, rules and discipline. I always wondered what made a good leader and why would bunch of people follow someone? cause as far as I have seen and known, No one likes to be told what to do and they definitely would hate a insistent leader. Ain’t this true? Then why…? I never actually had and answer to that but I tried to reflect and see if I had a coach, a guide or maybe a mind shaper that I followed. It dint take long for me to understand that I did have a coach whom we followed in spite of countless discrepancies and disagreements. His aggressive, irksome, tenacious, impulsive ways could tick anyone off. Yet what made him so acceptable was the fact, he was our professor, whom we very fondly referred to as Crazy old man (COM). His countenance was stern yet so easygoing. He is force behind many students, he thought us to push our limits, to fall and rise again, criticize till one can take it, follow the rules and break them at some point of time. He is a grandfather figure to me, he made us Question and find ourselves. He is the reason why I started writing. I owe to this big old coach whose motivational letters and one to one sessions, rap songs in the middle of the class, built our personalities. By shaping our crazy-tivity into productivity, he brought discipline and laid fundamentals. I would not really believe that I followed him but yes he definitely he was a ray of hope in lives of many students, he designed young adolescent minds. Not everyone has a gift of a coach or guiding star. I am glad I did, I don’t know if you guys had someone in your lives. If y’all did, do take time to thank that person, cause well it’s been ages I messaged the COM, I shall call him right away to let him know he has been missed and would thank him to give me start which was the bitter, grim and the best. But what the hell I wouldn’t want it any other way. *hugs sir*