‘Go away. We are in the middle of a game,’ said Rishabh as soon as he saw Raina approaching the field.
‘I want to play too,’ said she.
Not again, sighed Rishabh. As if living with a twin sister wasn’t bad enough, she must now follow him to the playground and embarrass him before his friends, he fumed.
The ‘friends’ were a group of older boys. It was after months of hanging at the sidelines that he had been given entry into this elite big boys’ football club and now here she was spoiling everything. Personally, he liked playing with Raina. They had spent the entire vacation fooling around with the ball and he had to admit, she was darned good at the game.
He knew, however, the other boys would never let her join in. I wish she’d just disappear, thought he.
But that was not to be.
She walked right into the field and stood there more real than ever, her hands at her waist, chin stuck out stubbornly, bringing the game to a standstill.
‘I want to play too,’ she announced.
The boys, some eight or ten of them, walked up and surrounded her.
‘Go away girl, just because your mom bought you a jersey, doesn’t mean you can play football,’ taunted one of them.
The others laughed.
‘Football has nothing to do with clothes’, she shot back.
‘Let her be’, Rishabh rushed to her defence, ‘Go away Raina, please.’
His irritation was now tinged with concern and a tiny note of pleading crept into his voice. He stood there, looking from the boys to Raina, torn between standing up for his sister and siding with his friends, hoping she would just go away.
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ said she, reading his thoughts. You know I’m good Ri, tell them.’
‘It’s a boy’s game,’ said Sharman, the tallest of the lot, flexing his shoulders.
‘No it isn’t. The game belongs to anyone who knows how to kick a ball,’ Raina maintained.
‘Well then shoot a goal and show us what you’ve got’, said he pointing slyly to the goal post at the far end of the field.
‘Hey that’s not fair’, protested Rishabh. It’s way too far, even for you.’
‘Shut up, big brother,’ said Sharman, ‘Go on girl, kick the ball and own the game.’
Stupid, stupid, stupid Raina, thought Rishabh, she’ll never be able do it and then we’ll both be sitting in the stands forever.
But Raina was already tightening her laces with a determined look on her face. This was war, and she was going to win it. She ignored the mocking glances of the other boys as well as the anxious one of her brother.
She stepped back a few paces, took a short run up positioning her foot so that the inside of her shoe made contact with the ball. And she kicked with all she had, just like she’d watched Messi go for it hundreds of times. The ball rose up obediently in a glorious curl and smashed into the goal post shattering all stereotypes into a thousand tiny pieces.
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Written for the prompt ‘War and Pieces’ for Day 4 of the second edition of the fortnight-long Bar-a-thon.
Blown away with this piece. Loved how the story was built up and of course the message that rang out loud and clear. Great job, Tulika!
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Thank you Uma :-).
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Wowwwww!! You go, girl!
That’s how I want the girls of this generation to be…fearless risk-takers, breaking all stereotypes set by our society, esp the men!
That was so superb, Tulika!
Erm, is your daughter a football player?
🙂 ❤
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Thanks Shilpa. He he she’s more into handball but I’ve seen a similar scenario at the playground when the twins go down to play. Boys are weirdly reluctant to include girls.
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Absolutely my kind of piece. I knew what she was going to do but reading to reach the part where she smashed the goal made me smile 🙂
And stereotypes shattered. Wonderful response to the prompt.
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Thank you Parul. Sometimes it’s fun to go with the expected. And I so wanted her to do this.
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Yaayy attagirl … That’s how it’s done. I totally loved the build up till the end. 😀
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Thank you Raj.
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Aha! Way to go, Raina!! Proud of you little girl.
Is this inspired from real life?! Loved the way you wove this story, Tulika 🙂
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Ha ha… Shilpa – just the scenario not the actual incident.
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wow!! That’s the way stereotypes should go down every time! I am loving your take on the prompts!
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Thanks Nibha. Barathons are always fun.
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Good for her!! If only we could find within ourselves to break all sterotypes with such confidence and elan!! If only we women could get each other’s back all the time……………..
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Right Shalini. I think children find it relatively easier to break stereotypes because they haven’t internalised them as completely as an adult.
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What an absolute delight your story is! Love the way Rishabh is conflicted and how Raina owns the field with her courage and talent. High time the society changed its stubborn stance💃
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Thanks Sulekha. Well.. I’ve seen some of it on the playground with my twins, so that bit wasn’t too difficult to figure out.
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I loved this piece, so much that there aren’t enough adjectives to do it justice. Especially the last line – “The ball rose up obediently in a glorious curl and smashed into the goal post shattering all stereotypes into a thousand tiny pieces.” Perfect.
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Thanks Shantala. I thought that’s just how it should be :-).
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Break the stereotypes- loved how she shattered them into pieces. More power to those who are willing to take that risk and smash the glass ceiling. Kudos to you for writing this tale!
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Thank you Akshata. If only it were as easy in real life.
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You nailed it with the last line👍
Loved it, Tulika 🙂
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Thanks My Era.
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Loved this so much. Loved it to bits, Tulika. What a way to shatter stereotypes! You nailed it. Love the build up too.
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Thanks Shailaja for those lovely words.
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One word : brilliant!!
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Thank you :-).
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Woah! You’ve scored a goal with this post 😎
I loved your take on the prompt. That last line was the perfect ending. As Parul said, the ending was easy to guess, but the way you put it blew my mind into a thousand pieces. Brilliant!
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Thanks Mithila. That’s sweet.
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Woohooooo! Go Raina!! I loved this post, T ❤ Excellent stuff. Glad she showed those boys how to *kick like a girl*
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Thanks Sreesha. It made me feel good writing it :-).
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Can you see me clapping? I am. We need more such girls around to shatter the stereotypes in the growing-up boys’ minds.
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Thank you Anamika. It is even more important for them to do that in their own minds, first. I’ve seen girls convinced they aren’t capable of something just because they are girls.
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I love stories when women or girls are as good and even better than the boys. Loved this story.
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Me too Lata, though the idea is not to put anyone down but people who doubt you should be shown their place for sure.
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