Bad Guy Eats The Magic Fruit Part 1 (Please Criticise)

Suraj, the bad guy, secretly followed Ajay one afternoon when he went for a visit to the village where the magic fruit tree was growing. During the night he sneaked into the village grove and stole six of the fruit and then left the village high speed.

Because he had stolen the fruit he did not know how carefully these fruits should be handled.
He did not know that the effect of each fruit lasted for limited time only.                                        That just before the magic effect wears off, the person would see flashing stars in his mind.
He also did not know that one should never eat more than one fruit at a time.

Chatsworth High, the school attended by Ajay and Suraj, always held its annual sports day just before the July holidays. The reason for this was the application of the ancient Greek wisdom: a healthy mind in a healthy body. It was the last chance, before the end of the year, for everyone to indulge in intense physical exercise and thereby stimulate their brains to work at peak efficiency just in time for the end of year exams.

Suraj began thinking about this great traditional event for the first time ever since he had joined the school at the grade 8 level.
On such days, during previous years, Suraj had usually stayed in his room. It was the practise for teachers to encourage all scholars to participate but they gave up in the case of Suraj and had decided to ignore him.
This year, to their great surprise, Suraj, although not looking like a well-trained or even partially trained athlete, volunteered to enter for three of the most strenuous events.

Usually candidates for the javelin, hammer throw and the 4x110 metre relay events were difficult to find. Often mediocre athletes had to be persuaded, in spite of their protests, to put their names down for these items.
This year the teachers became more and more perplexed when Suraj, after being reluctantly accepted, came to only two or three of the specially arranged practise sessions. When he, on these rare occasions, performed atrociously, he mumbled that he was practising somewhere else and would, without doubt, perform outstandingly on the day of the event.

Suraj had decided that he would eat the first one of his fruit just when his first event was due to begin. Judging by what he had seen in the case of Ajay, he knew that his physique would instantly improve and he would immediately develop great muscle power. Yes, he had seen this dramatically happen to Ajay. He knew that but, unfortunately, he did not know about any of the serious drawbacks of the fruit. He was thinking only of making an unforgettable impression on all his class mates and on everyone that always looked down on him.

He did not know, for example, that eating the fruit would enhance his inherent nature, good or bad. This, of course, meant that his rather limited intelligence would become lessened and that he would  become somewhat more stupid. He was also not aware that, after eating the fruit, the effect would not last all day but only for ashort while.

The opening of the annual sports day was always a festive occasion. As usual, popular music and marches blared out from all the loudspeakers in the stadium.
The music was only interrupted during those times while the Headmaster made his opening speech and while the various individual sports announcements were being made. Many of the scholars noticed with amazement, Suraj sitting over to one side on his own, in a black tracksuit. When they had greeted him, he did not bothered to reply.

At about ten thirty, the javelin throw event was announced. Suraj knew that now one of his moments to amaze his fellow scholars, had finally arrived. He removed his first golden fruit from his pocket and, after a few bites, consumed it. He ate it like one would an apple and threw the core away. He waited for a few minutes then suddenly felt great. Power rippled through him. In his mind, he thought that he looked like a Mr. Universe. He flexed his muscles and did a few knee bends and waved his arms in big circles.
He looked around and then headed for the V-shaped area flanked by two huge protection nets. They had, of course, been erected to protect spectators and other athletes from errant javelin throws that sometimes occurred.
Suraj reported to the javelin event organiser. He signed his name on a form and was given a javelin. When his turn to throw came, Suraj was, at first, not very successful. Holding the spear, he ran forward, tripped over a wooden board and fell forward onto the grass. The organiser rushed to help him and found that the javelin had been buried so deep in the grass that he had to help Suraj pull it out. The official then asked Suraj what previous javelin throwing experience he had had. When he heard, to his astonishment, that he had no previous training, he quickly gave Suraj a few rudimentary lessons.
Suraj's second attempt was far better. In fact, his action and the trajectory of the javelin were magnificent and even awe-inspiring.

Unfortunately, the direction of the flight was totally wrong. It was far outside of the normal sports ground bounds. For many seconds, seconds which seemed like minutes, the missile sped through the air swiftly but in the wrong direction. As it then began to make its downward path, the whole stadium looked on in total awe, anxiously watching the speeding missile with bated breath.

The Headmaster did not, at first, understand what all the excitement was about. Far too late he heard the whistling sound of the object coming nearer and nearer to him.  Then finally it came to rest with a frightening thud next to him.

That was the instant when he saw the javelin for the first time. He saw its point buried deep in the woodwork not far from him. He noticed, with great anxiety how the shaft was still vibrating fiercely and making a buzzing sound like a giant insect. This anxiety attack was merely a prelude to a full nervous attack.

That was the last event that the Headmaster was able to witness that morning. He had passed out completely and had then been taken to his home muttering incoherently to himself.