Fist fight

As a youth, you have to be a part of a fist fight to show your manliness. Unfortunately, I haven’t been in any. Oh no! I remember now, I was also in a fist fight and it was started by him.

I didn’t want to ever add “BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT” to my life’s resume but we seldom get what we want. The worst part of being in a fist fight is either your face or your hands(sometimes both) are bruised. With me, it was none.

So the good news is, I smacked him. My right hand landed on his left chin, which burst open his lip and he was stunned. He didn’t expect this and so did I. Both were surprised, he fumbled and fell on the sofa and looked at me with anger in his eyes. I was holding his right hand with my left one. We made eye contact and the amount of hatred he had for me was waiting to be erupted as a volcano.

Nothing was audible to me. I was angry and it was only shown in my reflex punch & raging eyes. Other than that, I was calm. Then all of a sudden, voices started getting audible and started getting louder with rising decibel. Some cries, some begging. All vague.

I looked around and saw my mother pulling my shirt and begging me to stop. I couldn’t make sense of it all. I was hypnotised by emotions.  Then the anger in my eyes descended and the anger in my father’s eyes too. He came to the realization that hitting his spouse do not make him any STRONGER and hence the reflex punch and that is how it feels to be beaten and that too by his own blood. I am sure he must have wished IF HIS SPERM DIDN’T FUSE MY MOM’S OVARY THAT NIGHT. But, the damage’s done & we all have to face the things we are entitled to. His time of realization had just started and he was within his boundaries since that fight.

Now, as a son, I don’t want this fight to be in my resume or to be proud of. But that’s life. We get what we are entitled to and not what we imagine.

P.S.: Today’s pick is Army of Ellie Goulding 🙂

Bad times forget us.. but good times??

Long days

Leads to

Long nights?

Or Peaceful sleep?

It depends on

How the day went..

Now, did it go good?

Better?

Worse?

C’mon, Worst!!!!

Does it matter?

Because, it’s gone

And you can’t get it back

Not the troubled times

Not the sweaty brows

Not the scared feelings

Its all gone !!

And what you’re left

With is

Experience

Wow!! Ain’t experience the best?

For me, it is

As we learnt how to tackle

How to manage

How to avoid

How to be thankful

How to forget

How to revive

How to stand back up

After the downfall

After the chaos

After the turmoil

After the helter skelter

After all is gone

You remain..

Sometimes alone

Sometimes surrounded

Sometimes bruised

Only physical?

Are you a fool?

Mental bruises are more fatal

They crush us

Grind us

Blind us

But

Makes us stronger

Sharper

Victorious

And you may forget the bad times

You may also forget the good times

But the thing is

The good times do not forget you

Bad times does

Even so easily

Because it is ashamed

That you won over it

And you conquered

But the Good times

Stays

Not in your heart

But in the minds

And on the lips

Of others

And may be you are

Not a big fan of Limelight

But your deeds

Which speaks volumes

Brings you under limelight

And you hear the echo

Of your good deeds

And all remains

is Those deeds

Good or Bad, they remember

You because you were there

And you lived those times

Endured them

And came out stronger

Not always one succeeds

Some fail also

But they fail

Only when they

Ain’t got it in them

To stand up again

Face it all

From the beginning

But with experience

And with Bad Experience

You have already won

Half the battles

And hence the good times

Increases

Exponentially……