They know me but they don’t know me
This is an interesting story that
has occurred to me. Our football team (Nepal Youth Association) was playing a
football tournament as Mulpani, ktm. I was not that good football player but I
was key one of the team. We started the tournament with win and finally reached
the final. We played the entire tournament with zeal and alacrity and our
effort did not go in vain as we reached in the finals. During the tournament
our juvenile team showed the beautiful game. I scored some wonderful goals and
assisted others in scoring goals. People of the area used to come to see our
game, cheer for us and enjoy the game how we played. At that time my hair was
long and I used to bind with a rubber band like that of great Zlatan or say
Gareth Bale. So, I was known as the guy with a long hair (jhyapley). In the
final game we were underdogs and eventually lost the game with another team
consisting of A division and national players in a tiebreaker (game finished
1-1 at full time). I was selected as the best player of the tournament. People
know our team and me as a player with a long hair.
The twist arises when our junior
team went to play the tournament at the same ground. I and my friends went to
have a chiya (tea) on a chiya pasal (shop) near the ground. This time I have
already trimmed my long hair. When we are having the tea, the only thing we
talk most of the time is football (who won’t). We told other locals who were
having tea in the same shop about our junior team and our journey to final few
months back. They praised our team and eventually talk about the guy with long
hair who have a good skill and how he makes the game more fluent and beautiful.
I was there in front of the people, listening my own praise from others but
they don’t know me that time as I have short hair. They know me but they don’t
know me now.
Eventually one of my pals told
them that the guy they were talking was me. They know me now. I was blushed and
they smiled with little nervousness and little shyness. The tea in our glasses
was already finished so we took a goodbye and went to watch our junior’s
football game which they lost.
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