Hit me with your best shot…

I’ve never got into a fight with anybody before. Verbal duels, plenty of times but never a fight as in a brawl. Weird thing is….. I want to, at least once. Now, before putting me on the list of psychopaths you never want to talk to again… hear me out.

Volumes have been written and said about the virtues of non-violence…. on how it won us our freedom, on how offering your right cheek to someone who has slapped you on the left one is such an awesome idea, on how one particular half-naked bald man went on a fast unto death every time he wanted someone else to do something that they didn’t wanna do, and the past couple of years have been about a contemporary incarnation of the former old man; a copycat who until very recently used to wake up every morning and think…….

‘hmmmm… I’m not feeling very hungry today…….. Ok then… I’m gonna go to Jantar Mantar and fast until someone at the Parliament feels enough pain in the ass to pass that damn bill’.

I don’t really like Anna Hazare. Just imagine… if all our mothers started wearing ‘I’m Anna’ caps and treating us with fast-unto-death-threats until we cleaned our rooms or helped her wash the dishes.

No matter how many arguments you stack up in favour of non-violence, truth remains that every warm-blooded man out there has a list of people they’d like to beat to pulp. I’ve known people who’ve got into bar-fights and came back with black eyes and palm impressions on their cheeks, yet gleaming with something very similar to pride. I don’t know why but looking at them I’ve had feelings closely resembling envy. I reckon it must be a masculine thing we retained from the medieval times…. battle scars on a warrior’s body have always been a source of envy for their less skilled colleagues.

On deeper introspection… maybe I don’t want to get into a fight, maybe what I want is just a battle scar. Something to proclaim that I am a badass… you know, something with a ‘Wolverine effect’.

Jean once said to Logan, ‘Girls like to flirt with bad boys… but they always go home with the good ones.’

At the core of my personality, I believe I belong to the latter category….. but I’d like a bit of both.

Lost…

It’s not very often that I’ve found myself lump-in-the-throat sad(previous occasions being Shahrukh in Kal Ho Na Ho, Shahrukh in Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham, Shahrukh in Chak De,etc), but when I do feel sad it leaves a sort of scar inside me. It stirs up emotions every time I think about it. January 2^nd 2014 was one such day. Three fun-packed days and four sleepless nights with 43 people who’ve been a large part of my small world for the last 3 years…. when it all came to an end, I couldn’t help but feel lost.

The thoughts gnawing away at the back of my mind are about the things that I’ll probably never be able to do again in my life. Never again will I be able to dance without any concern inside a moving bus and still not feel like an idiot. Never again will I be able to witness people I’ve known to be uptight dancing like madmen around a campfire. Never again will I be persistent enough to keep striking poses for photographs from morning till night until I have the perfect profile picture and cover photo. Never again will I be determined enough to vie with guys more handsome than me to get the attention of the cute girl that I’ve been dying to talk to for the past couple of years. Never again will I be shameless enough to offer my face to a girl who’s been smearing the New Year cake on some other dude’s face. Never again will I be able to fool a girl into thinking that I’m an expert swimmer and pretend to give her swimming lessons.

I know that we have one more semester together but I already miss you guys. I pray to God that when that last semester too is over, every one of you gets everything you hoped for from 4 years of college life and when the time for farewell comes, let’s make ourselves a promise that we’ll keep in touch no matter what…. no matter how lost we are in the ways of the world.