chapter 2 :- conditions for play .

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Chapter 2: The Ultimate Move

Rohan's head throbbed as he contemplated his parents' strictness regarding cricket. His father, a Mumbai police officer, had ambitious aspirations for his child, desiring him to follow in his footsteps or exceed his achievements – a common scenario among Indian parents. Rohan ambled out of his room, assimilating the memories of this new body. This world was eerily similar to his own, albeit referred to as the "blue planet" instead of "Earth." Even the cricket stars had different names here; there was no Sachin Tendulkar or M.S. Dhoni, but Rameshwar Parkash and Mahesh Pandey – analogous players with altered personalities, though their game styles left much to be desired.

Cricket remained an integral facet of Indian culture, and its top players often attained celebrity status, wielding immense influence within the nation. The age-old rivalry between the Indian and Pakistani cricket teams persisted, rendering India-Pakistan matches among the most anticipated events globally and ranking among the most-watched television broadcasts. The cricket frenzy in India was beyond imagination.

Lost in his thoughts, Rohan found himself at the breakfast table. His mother's gentle voice broke his reverie, reminding him, "Rohan, why are you up so early? It's Sunday – you can sleep longer if you wish. I'll make breakfast for you." Her words pulled him back to the present.

Rohan replied, "No, Mom. I'm not sleepy," before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. He realized he had come to accept calling someone else "Mom." Somehow, he believed that he and the Rohan from his Earth were the same person. The memory awakening from his previous life had integrated with this new one, making him feel like an amalgamation of two identities.

Staring at the mirror, Rohan observed the reflection of a handsome young boy. He couldn't help but remember the system's assessment in his profile: "HANDSOME (You are not ugly but just poor)." Rohan agreed with the system's sentiments.

After getting ready, Rohan contemplated his plan to gain approval from his parents for joining the cricket club. He knew he had to employ an ultimate move, a strategy he had often utilized in his previous life.

At the breakfast table, Rohan mustered the courage to declare, "Mom, I want to join a cricket club." His father, however, responded with a firm, "No. Your winter exams are approaching; focus on studying. If you secure the first position in your class, we can discuss it."

Rohan wasn't deterred. He retorted, "You can test me now." His father challenged him, saying, "Okay, prepare for the exam then."

As the clock struck 2:30 PM, Rohan emerged from his room, clutching the exam paper that his father had prepared. He marveled at the questions, initially exclaiming to himself, "What? A 12-year-old's exam paper? If this is what a 12-year-old tackles, how hard must the UPSC exam be?" Doubts clouded his perception of the education system, but he soon realized that his vast experience from his past life had prepared him for this moment.

While his parents believed his confidence was slightly inflated, Rohan breezed through the paper with ease. He handed it back to them, a plan already forming in his mind. "Remember your promise," he reminded them.

His father, absorbed in examining the paper, grew serious. He had one pressing question: "How did you do this?" Rohan's simple reply was, "By hand."

As his father delved into the paper, his curiosity got the best of him. "How did you solve these questions? Did your teacher teach you in school?" he inquired.

"No one taught me these questions. I studied them on my own," Rohan replied hesitantly, aware that the questions were beyond the scope of a 12-year-old.

His parents were incredulous. "No one taught you this? Are you saying you self-studied these advanced topics?" his father pressed.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Rohan amended his story, "I found some books in your study and studied them."

His parents remained skeptical. His father insisted, "Tell us the truth. We know how much you've studied."

With his parents' doubt growing, Rohan revealed, "Because I want to join the cricket club. I believed that if I studied these books, you wouldn't object to my joining. So, I did it. Can I join now?"

His parents were taken aback, but his father's resolve was unwavering. "Rohan, let me be honest. You shouldn't join the club. Many kids in India dream big but don't succeed. Focus on your studies; secure a good job. If you still want to join a club during college, you can play all you want."

Infuriated by his father's response, Rohan shouted, "No! You promised that if I aced this exam, you'd let me join. You're a liar! A big liar! I won't talk to you anymore!" He stormed away, locking his door and continued yelling from inside, "Liar! Both of you are liars! I don't want to talk to you! Go away!"

His father was initially angry but then reflected on his own youth and the dreams he had to abandon due to his parents' decisions. He began to recall his vow never to be like his parents. Slowly, he told his wife, "Let it be; he's just a child."

His wife, however, was more concerned about Rohan's attitude. "But he's a child. If he's this aggressive now, what will his future be like? We need to discipline him."

Gradually, his father's thoughts shifted, and he revealed the truth to his wife. "Do you know what exam paper I gave him?"

Confused, she replied, "No, what are you talking about?"

He explained, "It was a 10th-grade exam paper."

Shocked, she questioned, "Are you sure? How is that possible? He's only 12 years old!"

Her husband hesitated before confessing, "It was a test for joining the cricket club."

His wife realized the genius behind Rohan's action. "A genius! We can't let him squander his talent on a mere cricket game. You can't agree to this."

His father insisted, "You still don't get it. He loves cricket so much that he studied 10th-grade material. Besides, didn't we promise him? Let him have this chance."

Despite her reservations, his wife recognized the truth in his words. "Alright, but only for a year. We'll observe his talent."

With the decision made, his father prepared to call his friend, the coach at Shivaji Park club. In the meantime, he called Rohan downstairs, informing him, "Rohan, if you want to play cricket, come down and talk."

Rohan emerged, seating himself in front of his parents, as his father continued, "We'll allow you to join the cricket club for a year. I have a friend who coaches at Shivaji Park club. We'll meet him in the evening. If he determines you. have potential and talent, then you can continue. But remember, your studies must not be compromised in any way. If your academic performance suffers, we will immediately halt your cricket journey. Is that clear?"

Rohan nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with excitement. "Yes, Dad. I understand."

His father's stern expression softened. "Good. We'll go meet the coach this evening. Get ready."

Rohan rushed to his room, a mix of exhilaration and anxiety coursing through him. He changed into fresh clothes, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.