At The Cafe - My First Fight.

NOTE: This Is A Complete Work Of Fiction. Names And Places That Bear Any Resemblance To Anything In The Real World Are But A Simple Coincidence. Thank You.


Being as classically unfit as I am in terms of both my understanding of things and my physical being I do not think twice before i step into the ring. I am young, I am stupid and so I enter something that will leave me a changed human being without thinking much about it. In front of me, an unusual situation unfolds. A tall someone stands before me. He is stronger, faster and more capable a fighter that I, according to me, at this point of time, will ever be. But I am hopeful. With one swift blow he strikes me down. Now normally, this is that point of time in 'The Cafe' when the fight is stopped and the fighters shake hands in respect. But the tall someone is ignorant. A kick to the ribs follows his deadly blow. The pain goes a few notches up. Of course I try to defend myself. I'm designed to. We all are. I catch hold of his leg as his second kick makes it's way towards me. Bad idea. His other leg finds it's way upon my chest. Pain. That's when I meet real pain. Pain's a funny thing you know... Sometimes, it's loud and harsh and yet sometimes it's it's so subtle that you can't even feel it's presence till it's gone. Only 'because then you realize that something's missing. Too bad what I felt was the first kind.

"Fu**! Ben****! Get off! Get off!"

Now I believe in the goodness of mankind and so I like to think that he doesn't hear me. After all, The Cafe is a loud place. With all that booze and all that music, it's bound to be that way. A kick to the shoulder. Pain. Wonderful Pain. Lot's of it. In different colours too! I see red when my eyes close. When I gain consciousness everything is purple. A white light is in my range of vision. A shadow suddenly blocks it.

"Ch*****! Your first fight and you fight Arnav? Dumb-ass! You should've just bitten your di** off man! Your luck Krishna was out there."

Krishna, as I am told by this shadow named Abbas is the man that has saved me. He picked up the large fellow and threw him across the room. Nice! Or is it? I don't know.Everything hurts too much. But I can't help to wonder who this Krishna really is. How I find out, well... That's a different story. For now I lie on this bed. One that I will lie on many times over the course of the next few months. One that will support my weight and that of many others as they cry, laugh, make love, bleed, fight and sometimes, just sometimes, sleep.