Sanna Ho Sanna Hey Superstar

We watched in awe on the volleyball court when the most impossible spikes were picked up by you millimeters off the ground cleanly, with no scrapes to your knuckles

We watched you walk into SMRC in chappals and frayed jeans and calmly proceed to kick the asses of all those self proclaimed badminton champs, who you dispatched to all corners of the court without even breaking a sweat

We watched you don the goalkeepers pads because that was what the hockey team needed

We watched you stealthily steal chickens for feeding the boys while making the Star and also you going back the next day and paying the family the cost of the chicken.

We watched you fight your demons repeatedly and with the help of your friends in the colony overcome them.

We enjoyed going shooting pigeons and bats with you and mostly enjoyed your pranks. I still remember you surreptitiously fixing a clothes clip on Gerrad's shirt while he stood umpire and telling him he was "clipped". And Gerrad suspecting something kept bending down to check and every time he did the clip would go under his paunch and he wouldn't see it.

I learnt from you how to make gum from maida, how to fix a kite and how to ride a moped. The first shot that i ever made was from your airgun.

I looked forward to meeting you on my multiple trips to Goa; you always had a joke or an anecdote to share and never failed to invite me over.

You always had a good word to say and you made us smile (a melancholic smile is on my face as i type this)

We will Miss you Hanson Braganza. God Bless & God Speed.