Syed Habibul Hassan

It feels utterly impossible to write this, to put into words the enormity of losing Habibul. He passed away on March 8th, 2026, after a life that, frankly, felt like it was always moving at a slightly faster pace than everyone else’s. Born in Hyderabad in 1941, Habibul wasn’t just a name; it was a legacy of grit, determination, and a genuine love for the beautiful game. Most people know him for his incredible run at the 1960 Summer Olympics – a moment of pure Indian pride – but for those of us who knew him, he was so much more than just an Olympic footballer. He was my Baba, my friend, and the most wonderfully stubborn, fiercely loyal man I’ve ever known. I remember as a little girl, he’d spend hours teaching me how to kick a ball, patiently correcting my stance and yelling encouragement even when I completely missed. He’d always say, “A good footballer, like a good son, needs practice and a strong heart!” Habibul’s passion for football wasn’t just a career; it was woven into the very fabric of his being. He’d talk about those Olympic days with such a youthful enthusiasm, recounting stories of the team, the pressure, and the sheer joy of representing India. But beyond the stadium, he found joy in the simple things – a perfectly brewed cup of chai, a lively debate about cricket (which he secretly loved!), and spending time with his family. He adored his children and grandchildren, always ready with a silly joke or a warm hug. He’d build elaborate Lego castles with the grandkids, meticulously placing each brick, and then declare them “the greatest stadiums in the world!” His laughter was infectious, a booming sound that filled every room he entered. He touched so many lives, not just through his sporting achievements, but through his kindness and generosity. He had a knack for seeing the good in everyone and always offered a helping hand. He was a quiet, unassuming man, but his impact was profound. He instilled in us the importance of hard work, humility, and always, always believing in yourself. He taught me, and so many others, that dreams, no matter how big, are worth chasing. Habibul, you will be deeply missed. Your spirit, your laughter, and your unwavering love will forever remain in our hearts. Rest in peace, my dear Baba. We’ll keep practicing, and we’ll always remember your lessons on the field and in life.