No Dividends Due to Wrong Guidance
I was doing my B.Com degree and was running 10000 meters and wanted to become an Olympian, but my dad hated my doing any kind of exercise as he wanted me only to study always sincerely as that only would fetch me a good job.
At age 18, I ran 10000 meters in 32 minutes and was studying also well with topclass marks to my credit. Dad complained to my educated maternal uncle to advise me to only study and drop ambition for running.
That uncle took me to the playground where I was daily practising and admonished over foreigners practising by starting at age 9 and I would be nothing before them in power and stamina and wanted me to give up my sports mission.
I respected that uncle and decided to take rope-skipping as a sport that had no competition at all as in a guide book, it was mentioned that an Australian had done 32012 jumps in 3 hours and ten minutes.
I started with 5,000 and finally reached 25,000 in three hours and I finished my B.Com degree, but before reaching 32,012, I was desperate to get a job and I started trying for a bank job and got it also, but they posted me in a far far away place so that I would start from home at 8 AM and would return home at 6 PM.
No exercise, no ground, no running and at age 23, I understood the wrong advice given by my uncle as if I had practiced running hard, I would have not only got a good job under sports quota, but also achieved great laurels in running and I felt greatly dejected.
I met an Indian Don Bosco coach to train me in middle distance running viz., 800/1500 meters, but he refused by saying no Indian can achieve that?
The YMCA physical college Principal saw me for three long years doing skipping for many hours, but he too didn't direct me to take up running instead of skipping as the latter is of no use to create a placement anywhere in any way.
After doing a minimum of 15,000 skipping daily and doing thousands of pushups and situps daily apart from running 10,000 meters for stamina, I became mentally and physically enervated and wanted to do short distance running, though that principal friend wanted me to run a marathon.
My dad and uncle know nothing about sports, but the principal of a physical education college couldn't show me the right route to become a great Indian runner by using my unique stamina.
I did not know what to do with colossal physical power and I only exercised. and In the Los Angeles Olympics, I saw a runner aged 35 running in the 1,500 meters finals and I was greatly inspired by his feat!
Unfortunately due to many losses in sports and love matters, I became depressed and started to fight with that ailment from the year 1986 and taking medication even now to escape from that ailment.
Mohd Ali got hits on his head from other boxers and suffered Parkinson, but I got severe hits in the form of negative news and discouragement and developed depression.
A great lover of sports with infinite stamina dissipated as a mental patient due to misguidance from his near and dear and indifference of the society.
I am now 63 and God is great!
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