The New Bragging Rights...

A normal day at school for me was all about friends. Go to school. Reach 15 minutes earlier. And then give every friend a GRAND WELCOME. Or it would start with my entire friends circle playing football. John’s football skills really amazed me. He could do any trick one could expect in the international soccer field. What amazed me even more was that he wouldn’t go around telling everyone that he could do them. It would just take time to unfold the secrets of his wizardry. And all of us would brag about his skills.

Now like in every batch in every school around the world, our batch also had its group of “mafias” and “crooks” and “dadas”. While playing in the same ground, they seemed to have an interest to play. Showing off their so called power, they entered the field and caught the ball and demanded us to make teams according to them. Naturally, we did not want to play with them. So we told them that they can’t play since it is the middle of the match. Now that one single person, who was the “gang leader”, started walking off with the ball saying that get yourself a new ball. One simple request didn’t seem to make them understand that they were lesser than us. But the problem was that we were more non-violent sort of group.

John went up to the so called gang leader, and asked him for the ball. The gang leader, probably unaware of his football skills, told him to try and take it away from us. While the gang leader put the ball on the ground, John immediately got into action and took possession of the ball. The gang leader felt insulted as he was, and he punched John into his abdomen. John had a problem which had made his muscles weak and prone to injury.

Angered and concerned, all of us ran towards John. While some took care of John and others stared into Barn’s eyes with anger, others were left doing both of the work. While we kept quite till John was taken away, Barn started laughing. Somehow he knew that it was fuelling our fire. Barn looked into my eyes and said “What are you staring at? You think you scare me?” and tried and punch me in the face. Of a natural reaction, or reflex as we know it, I dodged his hand and with my body bent forward, I gave him a hard blow on his stomach with my head, and carried him forward towards the stairs. Though there were just 6 stairs, they were enough for him to get hurt in the back and neck.

He realised that he was being made a joke of by every junior and senior around. He screamed at the top of his voice that I will kill you. I punched him in the face, with John’s wet and dusty face in my mind. It was enough to leave him wondering for the next 5 minutes what had happened. And even after he got to know what had happened he couldn’t believe it. And who could? When has someone seen the person who hits someone carry that person to the clinic? But then that is how I was and what I do.

We Don’t Fight, Doesn’t Mean We Cant... We Don’t Fight, Doesn’t Mean… We Aren’t Prepared… Next day you see, you are given the Grand Welcome. Though I got a detention for doing what I did, It was considered as a mistake since I took him to the clinic. And now our group is the most feared one.

And now, we got some New Bragging Rights...

The 1st April Guy