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Showing posts with label The Pugilist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pugilist. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Pugilist -2

(All characters in this post are imaginary)
My coach Mr Harwinder Singh always used to say that my fore hand punch is the most effective and has greater impact.I remembered my coach’s advice and started using the same trick that he taught me few years ago.
Sameer was trying to defend himself.My aggression increased and I started punching him like anything.I just wanted to defeat him and it was all in my mind.
The third round got over and the score was 9-6 in my favour.He failed to score any point in the third round.I wanted to take advantage of this situation.I turned round to see the girls reaction.She was praying and I believed that she was praying for me
The fourth round started and my aggression increased.I just wanted to punch ,punch and punch.Finally he fell down .He was badly injured and was bleeding profusely.The referee then called off the match and declared me as the winner.I won the bout match by 15-6 in my favour.Sameer ‘s match winning streak record was finally broken by me.

I believed that I had impressed the girl,but I was shocked.I searched for her.I then turned around to see Sameer.Later on I came to know that the girl was Sameer’s girlfriend.She was weeping like anything.
I felt like I was a subversionist who always hurt other people.Never in my life I believed that she would be his girlfriend.I ,actually had no sympathy towards Sameer ,but it wasn’t intentional.
‘Sameer ,please get up dear ,’ she sobbed.I was shocked and I felt strange.
That very night I could not sleep nor I couldn’t eat my food.I wanted to meet Sameer and wanted to apologise. He was severely injured and in a critical condition.He was admitted in Heritage hospital in Pune. I went to the hospital with a flower bouquet .I wasn’t surprised to see that girl with him.She was seated next to him.
‘Hello Sameer,’ I said .
‘oh hi Champion,’ he said with a jest.
I know he was hurt ,but he was in a joking mood.
‘I am sorry ,’ I said to him and also apologized to the girl.
‘You are a Brutus,cruel and an insane guy,’ She bursted her anger upon me.
It was an awful situation.
‘I have a wish and you have to fulfillit,’ I asked her.
‘what wish?,’ she asked.
‘I want you to smile for me,’ I said to her.
‘Are you a physcho,how can I smile at this point of time,’ she refused at once.
‘please,’ I pleaded.
She never wanted her boyfriend to lose future matches.She studied that I was the only threat to him in the boxing field.She wanted me to leave the college forever.
‘But on one condition,’ she said.
‘what?’ I replied.
‘You have to leave the college,’ she said.
I thought for a while and finally said yes.
I wanted to leave the place and boxing forever.That day I realized that boxing can hurt any one badly.I wanted to go to my home.I wanted to meet Esha.
‘Iwill leave,’ I said with a smile.
‘but before going you have to smile for me,’ I asked her.
She made a fake smile.This was different from the one which impressed me.
‘B y the way what is your name?,’ I asked her.
I knew her as a person ,but I really didn’t knew her name .I wanted to know her name before leaving Pune.
‘Esha,’ she said.
‘what,’ I was surprised.
‘Esha Bhatia’ she said.
Esha reminded me of my girlfriend.She was similar in almost all aspect to my girlfriend.I returned back to my hostel.The very day I called my dad and asked him to get admission for me in a Mumbai college.Later on I got admission in a famous Engineering college .
I returned back to Mumbai .I hugged my mom and my sisters.I told them how I loved them.I wanted to meet Esha.I have always hurted Esha.Now I wanted to continue with Esha.I loved her very much.
I went to her home.Later on I got to know that Esha had gone to US for her further studies.She would live with her uncle’s family.Esha’s sister Nisha told me that she wont return back to India for atleast another 6 years. I was upset ,I wanted to talk to her .I just wanted her to know how much I loved her.Nisha further added that Esha was angry with me and never wanted to see me again in her lifetime.I couldn’t believe that my Esha would have said it.I wasn’t surprised as I have hurted her to such an extent.
Now,I sit alone with no dreams to galore.Now,I just wait for her.Wait and wait.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thank You~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Saturday, September 06, 2008

The Pugilist.

(All characters in the story are imaginary)

I still wonder why people hate a pugilist. Its a disgusting fact that people welcome a boxer whenever he wins a medal otherwise they don’t even bother to look after them. People always believed that I am an unlucky person or I am not a lucky charm. I still remember those days when everyone used to stay away from me .Even my family members never showed faith and trust in me. Even Esha failed to understand me as a result of which we broke up.Apart from these factors,I was obsessed with one thing. It could not be washed away from my mind.I concentrated on my daily routine and a 2 hour compulsory boxing practice. It has taught me various things that my parents didn’t.
I always failed to perform well in studies as in my initial stages of my life I took boxing seriously. I have dedicated my life to this sport.Now,I feel that boxing is everything to me. My craze and madness for this sport could not secure an Engineering seat for me in Mumbai. Dad could have managed to get a seat for me in a famous Engineering College, but I didn’t want .I always wished to stay away from my parents and my two little sisters Anu and Ashu.I believe that my family members would prefer sending me in a hostel as they considered me as a useless weed. This was the first instance when I was staying away from my family. All parents would wish their son perform well in studies and I totally agree with it.But they would get angry when they see me with my boxing kit. I failed to cherish every moment of my life.I failed in the process of being a good son and a good lover.Now,everything between me and Esha is over.I once believed that Esha was the only one in my life who would cultivate the seeds of happiness for me. I still remember those conversations which I guess could not be erased from my mind.
‘I want you to leave boxing once and for all,’said Esha to me.
‘Go to hell, never in my life I would leave boxing ,’ I said with a vex.
‘Ok,fine I give you two options me or boxing, select ,’ said she.
I always wanted to be a boxer in life and I always wished to raise the level of this sport in this country. I wanted to win Olympic medals for India. I wanted to be like Emile Garry, Mike Tykson, Muhamad Ali and Vijendra Kumar. My mind was and is obsessed with boxing.
‘I select boxing,’ I said to Esha.
‘Fine then,Bye ,’ She said to me.
Not even in my wildest dreams,I could think of Esha saying that.I loved her verymuch.Esha Singh was everything to me.I shared all my personal problems with her,but to vain she left me with full of pain.She could have killed me instead of hurting me.I sometimes feel that I am worthless and winning gold and silver is not a big deal.I could not know what was running in Esha’s mind.Now,I live in a hostel with 2 room mates.Shayan and Darshan also featured in the under 19 chess championship event.I was happy living with people of same genre like me.They loved sports like me.
‘Rajiv! Why are you so sad and why is this agony dude?,’ said Anoj to me.
‘Leave it Shayan,’I answered him.
I was always agitated and disturbed.I wanted to change my attitude.I reckon that people hate me just because of my attitude.
Lectures were going on smoothly and it was my first Physics lecture.
‘Good morning students, lets Introduce our self ,’ said Patel sir.
‘I am Prashant Patel am going to teach you Physics,’ said Patel sir.
‘I am Rajiv Sukhani from Mumbai.I am attracted towards boxing.I have won many boxing competitions till now,’I paused .
I had no intentions of impressing any one.I loved to be a loner,a solitary life. Initially very few people spoke to me. They had to think twice before talking to me.I was devoid of the so called Marathi language and to vain,it was the communication medium.People find it difficult to digest that I am a boxer.I was glued to this sport since childhood and I could not think of any kind of aversion. Esha knew it.I wanted to be a good lover to Esha,but I would still wonder if she accepts me now.
I even nominated my name for the inter college kick boxing event,just because I am pretty much attached to boxing. My first bout match was against Stephen Anthony.He was the runner up in the previous year.I defeated Stephen by a score of 15-0 in my favour.

Every one applauded and there was scope for a hope.Now people knew my name .Very few people supported me.That was the day I was seeing her for the first time.As the referee raised my hands to indicate me as the winner,I could see a big smile on her face. She had an angelic and a magical face.I could not let my eyes off her. I could only see her lovely Voilet eyes.I could see my Esha back in her form.I wanted to talk to her.I was not in a hurry.Her smile said it all.
I won the other two matches in quick succession.By then, all girls wanted to be my friends and as usual I used to refuse.I wanted to talk to that innocent girl who smiled at me. I reached the finals of the competition. I was supposed to play Sameer Shinde in the final.I learned that Sameer was the defending champion and had won the competions since 3 years. He defeated Stephen by 13-8 in the finals in previous year.He was a true champion in his own way.
The day arrived.It was the final in the 71kg bout.Sameer was the clear favourite.It was 12:35 pm.We both were invited to the ring. The referee instructed us and the game began.It was a great opportunity for me to beat Sameer.I wanted to break his winning streak.I always start the game with a good defence.I was defending at first.Sameer’s forehand punch was most effective.I could not learn his tactics.At the end of 2nd round,he was leading 6-2.
‘Sameer,Sameer!! ,’ Every one chanted his name.I turned around to see the girl and she was seated at the first row.She was surrounded by many people and policemen,since it was a major university competition.

After seeing her face,I felt that there was a sudden rise in my energy level,just because I liked her.Now I was eagerly waiting for the next 2 rounds to start.May be there was a sudden increase in Adrenaline .Now,I was excited.

(To be cont....)

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