Everybody wishes to achieve something remarkable in life and be remembered as someone who did something different from the rest. I also have a unique target in mind. I wish to become a professional wrestler like Mark William Calaway, better known by his ring name, “The Undertaker”.

I was probably six-year-old when I first saw an American wrestling event on television. I got attracted to it instantly and since then, have been dreaming of becoming a successful wrestler like him. Role models are mostly related to what we aim to become in our lives and similarly, I have been emulating The Undertaker and working out to build a strong, muscular body like him.

A six-time world wrestling champion, Calaway was unbeaten at Wrestlemania with a 19-0 score - the longest streak in sports entertainment. His trademark rolling-eyes-to-the-back-of-his-head give me goose pimples and all his moves are so classy!

With a career spanning over 25 years, he has established himself as one of the greatest wrestling legends of all times. When he enters the wrestling arena, the lights dim and the sound of church bells, evoking an eerie feeling but this perfectly matches his nickname “The Dead Man”.

He performs the deadliest pro-wrestling moves. He has accomplished almost everything in his career, winning several titles ranging from World Tag Team to World Heavyweight and World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Championships. He has influenced me immensely and I hope with wrestling evolving as a professional sport in India, I can etch my name in the record books like The Undertaker.

Himanshu Didwania,

Class X, St Xavier’s High School, Bhadrak

MY TAKE

The See-Off
Piercing the dark night, the cab started moving,
While me and my
mother were dozing, My head on her chest,The driver
trying his best. Soon we all reached there, Oh, what a crowd, at this hour, But for me, the dazzling luminaire
Was choking, I swear,
The khakiman pushed us out, Seeing the ticket, saluted mother, To go
inside the glassdoor, I wished to scream and shout, Papa kept on pacifying as if he
were my mother, I
kept gazing at the
glass-panelled
airport, Which looked misty due to tears in
my eyes, The glass door with a guard, stood
just like the Red Fort,
Protecting dear ones
as if we were all
enemies. This is
nothing but battle of love and separation, Where love probably could not stand up to her satisfaction, The
khakiman watching us cry took pity, I slipped in instantly to hug and hold her tightly, At last, came the time of departure, The roaming monster with spread wings, Landed with its own
gesture, It took them all and flew away into the dark sky, My eyes were red, nothing left to do but cry, We then waited for the taxi, With my throat paining because of tears, My brain wondering where to find that cosy corner, That lovely cushioned lap of my mother. I cried the whole night, Oh, god! What is this fight, Next morning the sun of Delhi was very bright, Still I could not figure what is wrong or right, My mind filled with my mother’s sight. Mama, mama, I want to kiss you, Everything now looks strange and new, Mama, I want to enjoy with you, Just like all my friends, the morning drops of dew.
Yashomitra Rath,
Class X, Loyola School,
Bhubaneswar