A recent writeup I did about the IIMA:IIMB volleyball match. Enzaaai !!!!
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hero
n. pl. he·roes
In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods.
Legend has it that whenever there is injustice in this world, the Divine powers descend down on our planet to set things right. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is one such legend. A story that parents all over would share with their children to instil courage and bravery in them. A story that would go on to inspire thousands everywhere in facing their sorrow filled pasts. This ladies and gentlemen, is the story of 11 warriors who fought for justice, for what was rightfully theirs, for Sangarsh.
Around a year ago the warriors from the Ahmedabad clan had conquered the battlegrounds of IIMB volleyball court. The scars of defeat ran deep within the warriors of Bangalore who had fought hard but lost the previous battle with A. Cavalry had now arrived in the form of new spikers (read Vibhu and Nitin) and the defence too was strengthened with the arrival of new inspired soldiers (read Raja, Behl and Harish) . The clan had trained hard this time around. They worked together; they moved together, they hunted together. A recent defeat at Kozikode was seen as a mere hiccup and a learning huddle to only jump higher, strike swifter.
The lines were drawn, the net was raised and it was time for the refree’s conch to be blown. Sangarsh – The War of the IIMs was now dependant on this battle. The warriors from Bangalore had vouched not to return home without victory. Their strategy was simple. Do not let the ball touch the ground on our side. If the other side do the same, let them suffer hell in the process. Strike first. Strike hard.
The first point was a long rally with either side wanting to taste first blood. Yadav, the King Leonidas of our IIMB volleyball team had had enough. He sent a blow so hard, so deep within the opponents’ ranks that the fear showed in their quivering legs. From that moment on there was no looking back for the IIMB side. IIMB’s anchors, Sreejan, Harish, KC and Kuppili, held ground beautifully. They were the core reason behind every IIMB strike and every sore finger of IIMA. Every time the cannons were looped perfectly into the air by them and the IIMB spikers( Yadav, Vibhu, Rowdy and Manas) jumped to shoot, the IIMA players took 2 steps back. All they could manage was to just send the ball back only to face the barrage all over again. (The following was overheard that night in the IIMA night canteen – “Dude! I rather go to K and be held under house arrest than face this legen-wait for it-dary IIMB volleyball team. No Che??”). The IIMA tactics of just trying to place their attack never really troubled the IIMB team. The war was so swiftly won that it made Blitzkrieg look like stealing kandy (no pun) from a child. While the IIMB heroes were hailed as legends and carried on shoulders at one end, the IIMA crowd decided to maintain a minute’s silence to mourn their warriors at the other.
Dear Readers. The author is at this point so overwhelmed with emotion that he is unable to write further. So, he would like to end with this little phrase: “We won easily”
Thank you for your patience
Your friendly neighbourhood reporter
Dilip R.S. aka Rowdy
