What happens to those good-at-nothing children?
2002. School. Childhood.
The sun shined on the brown-colored ground with patches of green grass. The children from grade five chewed their nails and watched the boys from their class run and kick ball trying to defeat the villains from the other school. Those fifteen guys appeared to them just like Ronaldo and Beckham did on their TV that year.
That was an interschool interclass football match. That match was where normal school boys shined like sun and stars for their classmates. They became heroes who would go on to occupy the minds, hearts, and possibly the genitals of the spectators.
A boy who wasn’t on the team must have begun imitating the walk and the hairstyle of the classmate who saved a sure goal and whom the girls cheered for. A girl watching must have fallen in love with the forward who scored that crucial goal that won us the match. She must have gone home and danced thinking of him. Dreaming of him.
Of course, I wasn’t on the team. I was the spectator.
2007. School. Teen.
The cloud blocked the sun as four boys climbed up the stage made up of ten tables covered by a carpet. The children and teenagers suppressed the noise of the amplifier by the sight of four boys who now looked legendary with electric guitars and drumsticks. One adjusted the mic, the other played a quick solo, the other kicked the drum bass. Those four dudes appeared to the children just like Blink 182 or some other pop stars appeared on their TV and desktop screens.
That was the rehearsal for the parent’s day. That was when normal school boys became the soul of their classmates and schoolmates. They became heroes who would go on to occupy the minds, hearts, and possibly the genitals of the spectators.
A boy who looked at them from the ground must have begun imitating the walk, talk, and hairstyle of the classmate who said something like ‘this song is dedicated to someone special’ after which the girls went crazy. A shy girl watching must have fallen in love with the bassist who played the crucial note that set the song. She must have gone home convinced the…