The Car Park- Creative Writing
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I arrive at the car park, late as I usually am. My friends are there
already, organised, prepared, ready. I, on the other hand, am not. The
thought of performing anything in front of a crowd always seemed to be
something that, how can I say it, levelled my conscience to that of a
small school child on his first day at school. The 30 minute car trip
to the venue however, was my chance to ensconce my childish fears, as
I listen to music.
To me, music is the gateway from one dimension to another. The journey
from the real world, to a world of your choice. For me, the world is
one where I can forget everything; the days events (yes, even the
embarrassment I endured when I slipped on the step going into the
dinner hall), what happened the other week, and most importantly, I
can eradicate the feeling of nervousness that has overcome my body.
We arrive on time, and ready for the game. Well everyone else is, but
I think I am maybe a little bit apprehensive of the coming event. I
step out of the car where some of the local people stare; it is as if
I am stepping onto the red carpet of an awards ceremony, which is
exactly what I don’t want it to feel like. Instead, I change the
picture in my head from an awards ceremony, to a scene where I am
arriving to a battlefield, prepared for war. With hopes that this will
construct some greater self belief, due to the importance of the
occasion. But it doesn’t work. Back to normal, I stroll towards the
The noise around me seems blurred; I can’t seem to concentrate on any
sounds. I watch the cars drive past but the sound is distorted. As I
approach the entrance, I see two young boys arguing over something,
something that is most likely meaningless. They appear to be shouting
at each other, but again my hearing can not specify what they are
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I ignore them and carry on walking past them and into the
“In here!” shouts one of my team-mates as he gestures towards the
changing rooms. I follow, and on the way I pass some of the opposing
team. They stand tall, as if they were the skyscrapers of New York
City, while I feel as if I am the pedestrian walking through the
street surrounded by the soaring buildings. They stop their
conversation and fix there eyes upon me. I look up and give a slight
nod and a smile as I quickly head off into the changing rooms. Phew.
I get into my kit. The captain is talking to us. Spurring us on and
attempting to install some “fighting spirit” into the team. Everyone
retorts with “Yeah!” and “Grrrr!” I just nod acquiescently. The time
comes; we must now enter the hall. As we do, the opposing supporters
all stop and stare. They begin to whisper among themselves. Their eyes
wander to and from each of our team. A girl and her two friends look
at me. They then seem to laugh with each other. I just ignore them and
try and focus on the game.
The whistle blows to warn us that there is one minute until the game
starts. We huddle and decide the final tactics for the game. I decide
to be the substitute for the first quarter along with two other
players on my side. The players take their positions and the whistle
blows to start the game.
Our centre jumps up and swipes the ball into the hands of our point
guard. The game has started. The opponents set up there defence as our
PG dribbles the ball up the court. He dishes the ball into our power
forward, who then assumes the triple threat position. He jab-steps to
one direction and amazingly fakes the defender as he runs the other
way towards the basket to score the first basket of the game. I
immediately clap the tremendous play, whilst looking at the shocked
expressions on the opposing supporters faces. That was brilliant. The
next couple of plays from our team all ended up with a basket; whilst
the opponent’s offensive tactics were nearly all being broken down by
our outstanding defence.
The first quarter ends 23-5 to our team. An excellent start. My fears
of playing seem to be being overpowered by the team’s performance. The
second quarter approaches and I agree to go on the court for the
second quarter. As I walk on the court, my hearing starts to distort
again. I hear the muffled sounds from around the court. I see the
crowd staring at me, the new player. The whistle blows. The ball flies
straight towards me. A scene from “The Matrix”? No. I swiftly snap out
of my stuporous behaviour and catch the ball. With every bounce of the
ball, my confidence and normality increases. I dribble to the edge of
the D and a pick is set on my defender and I quickly move out of his
reach. I stop and pull up to shoot a three-pointer. The ball is
released from my hand at an almost slow motion pace. The arc of the
ball seems to be accurate and the court seems to stop and stare at the
ball. Swoosh. The ball goes through the hoop without touching the rim.
Three points on the scoreboard. The team congratulate me on my shot as
I we back to defend.
The game continues in our favour, and we end up winning 103-24, a
I now begin to understand that all of the fear and anxiety I felt was
only in my mind. I have to believe in my self and not be doubtful of
I arrive at the car park, late as I usually am. My friends are there
already, organised, prepared, ready. I am also prepared, and I have
brought my Mp3 player to help me get fired up for the game.
Owing to the choking atmosphere of city life, public parks and gardens have become an indispensable necessity of a modern city. They are verily the lungs of big cities. They provide fresh air for the citizens.
They also provide an open space for games and recreation. In hot countries like India, they are a great blessing. People welcome the cool breeze which are usually shut out by lofty buildings and narrow streets.
I go to the big public park in our city every evening. The scene is one of pleasing animation. The children are the happiest of all. They run and shout and play to their hearts content. Young people come for rest and gossip.
Old men take their usual walk, some walk briskly; others trudge along slowly, almost as if it were a painful duty. A few sit on benches, under shady trees, quietly discussing the social and political problems of the day.
There are babies in perambulators or push-chairs and toddlers escorted by attendants. They waddle about on the lawns, or swing on the bars, or climb up and slip down the slides put up for the purpose. They run about and feel life in every limb.
The fair sex also does not go unrepresented. Here a couple of youthful girls in graceful sarees are enjoying a heart to heart talk, there some elderly ladies are exchanging notes as to their domestic affairs. All day the women have been busy doing their household duties, cooped up in their homes, which for the most part are not homes, but only pigeon holes. In the evening, they enjoy the fresh crisp evening breeze and feel its tonic effect for a while. It is for them a luxury.
The park has a small hill. People enjoy climbs on it. There are several small tanks full of fish of variegated colours. There is a small lake with water birds be sporting themselves in it. There are enclosures in which rabbits and guinea pigs run in and out through artificial tunnels or tumble over make-believe hillocks. They are a great attraction for toddlers and children.
There is a swimming tank which is full of life in summer. I daily enjoy a dip and a swim in it. It gives me a new life. There are several clubs in the park. The members play tennis, badminton or basket ball. I am also a member of the Municipal Employees' club. We play tennis every evening and have our weekly meetings here.
Entertainment and business activities also are not lacking. Here an old man is telling stories and amusing a group of young boys and girls; there a blind singer is entertaining a small crowd. Here a beggar in rags is stretching out his hand for a little charity; there a palmist is unfolding the destiny of a chance client. Hawkers of all sorts are carrying on a roaring trade.
Some are selling parched and spiced gram, others are selling ice-cream and still others fruit or sweets of all kinds. They are patronized by ladies and children. There is a great hustle and bustle everywhere especially on Sundays and other holidays. The scene everywhere is highly interesting and colourful. It seems as if the whole city were out.