*Very Long Post:
In Jaspal Rana today, I lost a hero - not an athlete, not a coach, not a friend. I lost a hero.
Growing up, we used to read about Jaspal Rana in the papers for his achievements, especially after his heroics in 1994 Asian Games in Hiroshima.
Those days, some of his classmates (all older than me) from Ramjas School, RK Puram, used to stay in our society.
He would often come with his other friends in a white Maruti Jypsy car to visit his friends to our society.
I met him for the first time in late 90s, when we would be winding up our cricket matches and switched to tennis ball cricket in the evening.
He would carry always have a baseball bat in the car and would ask us ‘2-4 balls mujhe bhi khilaao.’ We would not hesitate even though we had realised after a few days that he wanted to just hit them as far as possible. Then, with his friends, he would take us for a drive in that white Gypsy - that was the first time I realised a car could do such manoeuvres.
Jaspal Rana had become a huge figure back then, someone who would win India its first Olympic medal in shooting, and I was happy to share these timeless moments with him.
And then, he was gone.
Years later, I met him in 2010 and I narrated him the stories of all those days, and he was so happy to go back in time.
My profession allowed me to follow him as an athlete and then as a coach, and there were times when people would say things about him, used athletes as bait to ridicule him. I never liked it. After all, he was my hero.
To change an existing order, there comes a man, who disrupts the arrangement for good.
Jaspal Rana was that disruptor.
At the Paris Olympics in 2024, he was with Manu Bhaker as her coach. He didn’t have an accreditation because the authorities chose not to.
He would stay in a rented accommodation, cook his own food and would get tickets to the venue when Manu and his other shooters were competing.
Never the one to mince words, unapologetic, a disruptor and my Hero.
The picture below is from the Paris Olympics when
@realmanubhaker had already won two bronze and we were heading out of the venue in a golf cart. So satisfied these two seemed, and I noticed an ever-lasting relation between a coach and his ward. One of the most lasting images for me from those Games.