FIRST LITTLE ADVENTURE
I never was a man of much strength or built. I used to think that strength is everything in any fight war or battle. This notion is somehow more encouraged by books like Iliad, odyssey etc. you all might know the name Achilles and if u don’t know this name then go and read something people!!! Well for those who know this name I am continuing… so the men like Achilles Menelaus (Parius???… O’ course not) turned the fate of war just by their sheer strength
This all was in my mind when I singed to go to a judo karate competition, the second independence cup was at stake… anyway I had a hard time persuading my father who was very much concerned about me… at last I persuaded dad and mum. Wow! I was going to championship I have learned karate by Jai Hind Shotokan Academy (anyone knows it??) I was yellow belted at that time. Well we were all preparing when sir came and announced that’s its time to go. I was in junior group as I weighted 30 kgs at that time. I was assured that I wont be an underdog there…. We arrived at a certain Children Valley School. Being a representative of a small school has its advantages too as we were under no pressure (from we I mean my friends, u haven’t excepted me to fight with no one to cheer me, have u??!! I am not talking about cheerleaders though!!) I spotted a boy 2 or 3 inches taller than me with eyes sea gray, steely gray, somehow he reminded me of a Hindu mythological character Ravan. I also spotted a boy s foot taller than me. He was very smart, handsome and very good-looking. I remember wondering if he would remain that smart even after the tournament!!! He’s group was 70 to 80 kgs though I myself wasn’t afraid to try a few hands with him.
Anywayz the tournament began and my no. was 56… therefore I had the chance of seeing and observing. I was taking a leaf outta Alexander the great’s book. It is said that he conquered many by observing their style and techniques.
A name was called and chill went down in the spine of every Yog Bharti-ian. First boy from our school went forward. I was assured that nobody will hit below belt but I think that kick went berserk (don’t have any other word to describe that) coz it hit somewhere… if u get my drift!!! Ahem… ahem… anywayz it was a foul and a point was given to us. Then my friend took control, I think the reason was more personal than just a silly medal!! He struck again and again and with two or three slashes we were three points up. Then a very well placed double kick. Wow! We won, we cheered, banged, shouted and pulled faces on the loser (I wasn’t involved in this activity).
At last after quick refreshment just when I was feeling drowsy and stupid and almost forgot that we have come there to fight, someone said on the mic “first contender…representative of Yog Bharti Public School… student of Shotokan Style. Anshul Sharma”. I woke with a start, sleep took flight at once, and my legs carried me to the stage. (I said to my legs in my heart “no! What r u doing? Lets go back. Lets hide under that chair.” they said, “sorry Averr but u should go this way. Don’t u remember u have come for this. To fight here.” I said, “I would rather just sit there and eat refreshments” but to no avail. They carried me to stage).
Some people took charge at once and started tying padding on my body. I knew a place that they didn’t tie pads to.. and which was most vulnerable judging by the first fight. They also put very silly helmet on my head. Till now, everything was a bit blurred.. Like in dream but suddenly as my adrenaline took control everything became clear. Nothing mattered most that to beat the hell out of that guy which is in from of me. Fully aware but still not fully confidant I went forward. Opponent was taller than me. We bowed. He took stance in snake style and I took in shotokan. He jeered like I would give anything to learn snake one. To tell u the truth, I find snake style very comic, I mean why don’t they crawl on their bellies if they wanna imitate snake. For e.g. in monkey style u have to scratch yourself after every few seconds to feel like a monkey. Yeah, I know its very comic. U can laugh. Ok so back to the narration- I remembered a quote at that very moment “offense is the best defense” I thought I should walk on Hitler’s word as it makes much sense. I kicked first keeping it half raised. He came forward and tried to punch me on the same moment as I tried to punch him. I was successful. I scored. Then my confidence took flight towards stratosphere. I punched, kicked, punched then kicked again. Then after 10 minutes someone blew his whistle. We both bowed again. I cant remember that I was aware at that time about score too I was just punching and kicking the guy as though we r mortal enemy of each other since birth. Referee came towards us, smiled at my opponent’s and took both one hand of each of us in his hands then he raised mine and I don’t know how to describe that feeling. Its like when u score first goal in inter school championship. This feeling is even much better than the feeling of winning the tournament itself. I remember his mates looking at me as though I were fenrir the wolf and they were Vikings. I saw my mates pulling faces on my opponents. I can see gals cheering. (Did I say no to cheerleaders?? Eh??)
Slowly tournament went by and everyone got eliminated one by one, except me and one of my junior. His turn came first he was fighting for gold. He won easily no wonder considering his built. He was almost taller than me and I was in junior group that time and he was in sub junior. I was thinking that I knew how it must feel to be a warrior with nothing to care except war, battle, and fight. I was feeling elated.
But when I saw my opponent my thoughts quickly turned to innocent civilians being dragged in “brutal” war. A sardar boy was staring at me from steely gray eyes from under that very stupid helmet. A grim grin played across his thin lips (not unlike vegeta of drangonball z). It was all like a dream. I found myself upon the stage in helmet and gloves bowing to death (as that situation seemed to me that time). But I am a man of action or u can say I am man of desperate measures. I began to kick punch, punch kick. He was simply too tall for me still I was kicking like anything. I kicked my favorite two mavashigiri- (kick =giri (in Japanese (I am sick of these brackets))) with leg half raised in quick sessions. Suddenly match was in my hand (or rather in my legs). I became four points up. Whatever the reason was! He suddenly jumped on me and punched me on my face. Yes! It was a foul to punch on the face. Five points up! Very good Averruncus! Referee gave foul at once. I pulled myself together and got up. I was still very far from him when whistle cried and fight started. I ran and jumped on him started punching furiously. (To hell with snake and shotokan style. We are quite capable even in our desi style!!). My glands were pumping adrenaline in my veins as though they wont get the chance to pump it ever again. In moments confusion he was behind me. He tried to punch on my chest. I bent down got the blow on my face. I rolled down. When I got up referee’s whistle sounded very shrill but still very pleasant. I had won that match I had won the junior cup.
My notion completely changed about techniques and strength. After this adventure, (I like to call this adventure) I never saw that boy again. if he is by any chance reading this then please I am quite ok with myself and not at all keen to reestablish so good relations which were made on the karate championship ring!!
This all was in my mind when I singed to go to a judo karate competition, the second independence cup was at stake… anyway I had a hard time persuading my father who was very much concerned about me… at last I persuaded dad and mum. Wow! I was going to championship I have learned karate by Jai Hind Shotokan Academy (anyone knows it??) I was yellow belted at that time. Well we were all preparing when sir came and announced that’s its time to go. I was in junior group as I weighted 30 kgs at that time. I was assured that I wont be an underdog there…. We arrived at a certain Children Valley School. Being a representative of a small school has its advantages too as we were under no pressure (from we I mean my friends, u haven’t excepted me to fight with no one to cheer me, have u??!! I am not talking about cheerleaders though!!) I spotted a boy 2 or 3 inches taller than me with eyes sea gray, steely gray, somehow he reminded me of a Hindu mythological character Ravan. I also spotted a boy s foot taller than me. He was very smart, handsome and very good-looking. I remember wondering if he would remain that smart even after the tournament!!! He’s group was 70 to 80 kgs though I myself wasn’t afraid to try a few hands with him.
Anywayz the tournament began and my no. was 56… therefore I had the chance of seeing and observing. I was taking a leaf outta Alexander the great’s book. It is said that he conquered many by observing their style and techniques.
A name was called and chill went down in the spine of every Yog Bharti-ian. First boy from our school went forward. I was assured that nobody will hit below belt but I think that kick went berserk (don’t have any other word to describe that) coz it hit somewhere… if u get my drift!!! Ahem… ahem… anywayz it was a foul and a point was given to us. Then my friend took control, I think the reason was more personal than just a silly medal!! He struck again and again and with two or three slashes we were three points up. Then a very well placed double kick. Wow! We won, we cheered, banged, shouted and pulled faces on the loser (I wasn’t involved in this activity).
At last after quick refreshment just when I was feeling drowsy and stupid and almost forgot that we have come there to fight, someone said on the mic “first contender…representative of Yog Bharti Public School… student of Shotokan Style. Anshul Sharma”. I woke with a start, sleep took flight at once, and my legs carried me to the stage. (I said to my legs in my heart “no! What r u doing? Lets go back. Lets hide under that chair.” they said, “sorry Averr but u should go this way. Don’t u remember u have come for this. To fight here.” I said, “I would rather just sit there and eat refreshments” but to no avail. They carried me to stage).
Some people took charge at once and started tying padding on my body. I knew a place that they didn’t tie pads to.. and which was most vulnerable judging by the first fight. They also put very silly helmet on my head. Till now, everything was a bit blurred.. Like in dream but suddenly as my adrenaline took control everything became clear. Nothing mattered most that to beat the hell out of that guy which is in from of me. Fully aware but still not fully confidant I went forward. Opponent was taller than me. We bowed. He took stance in snake style and I took in shotokan. He jeered like I would give anything to learn snake one. To tell u the truth, I find snake style very comic, I mean why don’t they crawl on their bellies if they wanna imitate snake. For e.g. in monkey style u have to scratch yourself after every few seconds to feel like a monkey. Yeah, I know its very comic. U can laugh. Ok so back to the narration- I remembered a quote at that very moment “offense is the best defense” I thought I should walk on Hitler’s word as it makes much sense. I kicked first keeping it half raised. He came forward and tried to punch me on the same moment as I tried to punch him. I was successful. I scored. Then my confidence took flight towards stratosphere. I punched, kicked, punched then kicked again. Then after 10 minutes someone blew his whistle. We both bowed again. I cant remember that I was aware at that time about score too I was just punching and kicking the guy as though we r mortal enemy of each other since birth. Referee came towards us, smiled at my opponent’s and took both one hand of each of us in his hands then he raised mine and I don’t know how to describe that feeling. Its like when u score first goal in inter school championship. This feeling is even much better than the feeling of winning the tournament itself. I remember his mates looking at me as though I were fenrir the wolf and they were Vikings. I saw my mates pulling faces on my opponents. I can see gals cheering. (Did I say no to cheerleaders?? Eh??)
Slowly tournament went by and everyone got eliminated one by one, except me and one of my junior. His turn came first he was fighting for gold. He won easily no wonder considering his built. He was almost taller than me and I was in junior group that time and he was in sub junior. I was thinking that I knew how it must feel to be a warrior with nothing to care except war, battle, and fight. I was feeling elated.
But when I saw my opponent my thoughts quickly turned to innocent civilians being dragged in “brutal” war. A sardar boy was staring at me from steely gray eyes from under that very stupid helmet. A grim grin played across his thin lips (not unlike vegeta of drangonball z). It was all like a dream. I found myself upon the stage in helmet and gloves bowing to death (as that situation seemed to me that time). But I am a man of action or u can say I am man of desperate measures. I began to kick punch, punch kick. He was simply too tall for me still I was kicking like anything. I kicked my favorite two mavashigiri- (kick =giri (in Japanese (I am sick of these brackets))) with leg half raised in quick sessions. Suddenly match was in my hand (or rather in my legs). I became four points up. Whatever the reason was! He suddenly jumped on me and punched me on my face. Yes! It was a foul to punch on the face. Five points up! Very good Averruncus! Referee gave foul at once. I pulled myself together and got up. I was still very far from him when whistle cried and fight started. I ran and jumped on him started punching furiously. (To hell with snake and shotokan style. We are quite capable even in our desi style!!). My glands were pumping adrenaline in my veins as though they wont get the chance to pump it ever again. In moments confusion he was behind me. He tried to punch on my chest. I bent down got the blow on my face. I rolled down. When I got up referee’s whistle sounded very shrill but still very pleasant. I had won that match I had won the junior cup.
My notion completely changed about techniques and strength. After this adventure, (I like to call this adventure) I never saw that boy again. if he is by any chance reading this then please I am quite ok with myself and not at all keen to reestablish so good relations which were made on the karate championship ring!!
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