During a period, working in films was a false passion I had (I'm lying). The spark of the so called 'glamourous' world flashed by me, and I must admit that it caught on fire. But not for long, before another ball of fire struck me, called "Cricket." That was a forest fire I must say.
Not knowing where to go, whom to meet and how to get into it, for a year I was almost blindly bragging that sports production was my future. That was a case of passion eclipsing ignorance. I couldn't believe that I was so convincing to others, that they actually thought I could make it. But that kind of impression on others mind, actually scared me. The fear of not standing upto what you have always bragged about. It's a silly cheap fear, but I had it.
Final semester came, that fear was turning out to be a nightmare. This time it was not for anyone's expectation, but for myself and my family, who had enormous faith in me. Its the same feeling any lower order batsmen gets, when he walks into the middle with 6 overs to go and 90 runs to get with a couple of wickets in hand.
With a few high level contacts i had, I was using them as my trump cards rather blindly. Not knowing the true depth of sports production and the contacts, was a big risk I was taking. But after doing a steady research, it gave me the confidence in knowing what exactly I wanted to do.
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