Chiwda Times: Boxing
Never having boxed in life before landing up in OTA, I was quite apprehensive when the boxing classes started. The ustads taught us the basics and informed us that each one of us would have to box a full three rounds in the novices category.Before one knew it, a list of bouts was up on the notice board. Panicker, a lean cadet from Kerala was slated to box with me,as both of us weighed around the same. I was wondering how to convey to him to take it kind of easy during the bout and not get over-enthusiastic, without sounding scared.He was in the next room and we crossed each others paths a number of times,glancing nervously at each other. Finally came the big day and just when i gathered the gumption to talk to him about the impending bout, he called me over to a quiet corner for a chat.i readily agreed.He went to quite some length to explain to me that there was no point hurting each other during the bout in over enthusiasm.i was only too ready to comply.In the evening, we entered the red and blue corners in the ring to the accompaniment of blood-thirsty cries of the audience.The referee made us shake hands and gave the command to BOX. Both of us kept dancing on our toes, circling each other and throwing careful punches in the air.The audience screamed louder and louder and the referee kept stopping us and warning us to BOX. We carried on as before till the last round .By now, the referee had lost his cool and warned us both of serious consequences if we did not mend our ways.The crowd was also shrieking louder and louder. The third round began, and all of a sudden, Panicker landed a solid punch on my ear or there-abouts. For the first time in life, i reeled on my toes and saw stars floating around my head.The countdown began but I managed to get back to my feet at the last second. I could see Panicker grinning sheepishly, trying to convey that he was as surprised by the blow as i was. What with the crowd roaring on top of everything, i forgot all about our pact and started throwing punches around in earnest. Panicker replied in good measure till the bell went off.
Tired and bashed-up, we went to the center of the ring and let the referee announce the winner. I think i won on points.But the story does not end there.A couple of years after passing out of OTA, I happened to visit Panicker in his room in Delhi.On the wall was proudly displayed a pair of boxing gloves along with a tennis racket!
Then there was this other course-mate who was one of only two such cadets in that particular weight category. He was chosen to represent us in the inter-company boxing championship. Straightaway into the finals, he was up against our junior, Rock, a University champion of repute and as solid as the sound of his name. The bout was announced and the boxers shook hands and withdrew to their respective corners. As soon as the gong went off, Rock closed in and all one could hear and see was a flurry of punches.Within seconds, Jude's opponent was down for the count. At the end of the countdown, he was in no mood or shape to box further and was gingerly escorted out of the ring after completion of formalities. Of course, he got the runner-up prize in that weight category. Of course, he proudly displayed the prize in his room after passing out. And of course, as a result of his seniors observing the trophy in his room, he was appointed the manager of the renowned boxing team of the establishment.