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 🙂

Virtual High Five!!

Today, while returning in bus from hospital. Yes, a friend met an accident and luckily he is safe and good now. Probably in his dreamland 😀

On the way, a kid of 12-13 years was working at roadside. May be a daily laborer, working for his share of bread & butter. My left hand was outside the window as I peeped to the world outside. I saw the kid & smiled looking at him. Never hoping for a return smile. But as of most cases, I was wrong because he gave a more heartily smile than mine. That was glorious, shining, bright and divine. My hanging left hand just as a reflex went up in air as a token of appreciation. I was looking back at him. He was looking at the bus going forward in such a speed, making me look more & more far. I was sure he might not had been able to see me anymore. But he saw my uplifted arm & again reverted my gesture with the same. It was like a virtual High Five with a total stranger, but with the same enthusiasm. Fucking awesome. He transferred his divine love into me with that High Five. Simple gestures leaves prints in our hearts so deep. Love and its various forms. He made a rough day bearable and helped me love this big world in our small precious ways.