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That meant that to get through those grueling fifteen minutes, I had to hit every ball along the ground. I used to get great gratification from winning the one-rupee coin, and it also taught me how to focus even when I was physically exhausted. When it was over, Sir instructed me to run Shivaji Park twice around while wearing my pads and gloves.

That was my final training session, and I would be absolutely worn out at the end of it all. I would continue this routine throughout my summer vacation because it gave me more mental and physical endurance.

When my father would occasionally pick me up for the night, I would always ask him to get me a special fruit cocktail from a juice shop close to the club. Even though I didn't comprehend at the time that my parents also had to take care of my sister and brothers' needs, I still thought this regular demand was a little unfair, but my father would always give me what I needed to see me happy.

When I traveled alone from Shivaji Park to my house on other days, I frequently dozed off if I could get a seat on the bus. It is incredibly difficult to find a seat on a Mumbai bus during peak hours, as anyone who has done so will attest.

Even on my less fortunate days, it was difficult to stand with the kitbag since the bus conductors would always be upset with me for occupying their space. It may be humiliating because the conductors were frequently impolite and occasionally insisted that I purchase two tickets. I had to learn to accept these comments because I didn't have the money for a second ticket.

The shame was frequently exacerbated by filthy clothing. I eventually developed a method for encircling myself with the kitbag. In the same way that my pads and helmet grew to be an extension of who I was when batting, so did my kitbag on the bus. I would frequently travel from Bandra to Church Gate by bus or train, and it was always an excellent educational experience.

Even though I cherished cricket, there were still sporadic days when I would conveniently forget I was meant to visit the nets since I was having so much fun playing with my pals at home. Achrekar Sir would hop on his scooter and come look for me if I failed to show up.
When Sir saw me in the chaos, he would practically drag me out. I tried to justify myself to him, but he wouldn't listen. He would get me to get dressed before we left for Shivaji Park.

In one instance, Sir disciplined me as well in an attempt to impart to me a crucial lesson.
I once skipped my regular evening practice to attend an interschool cricket match, not realizing Sir would be present. He was upset and declared that I shouldn't have to come to see other people play since, with enough practice, people would eventually travel from all over the world to see me perform. I would not have become the cricketer I became if it weren't for Sir. He was a severe disciplinarian and went above and beyond for me. I am indebted to him.

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