Prabhu Pepsi - The Kick Boxer!
March 1 2011
I have literally become a super sportsman this month. Thanks to World Championship Boxing. Boxing was the present big sport that hit my head.
I had a wonderful dream that night. I could read headlines in newspapers in the year 2012...
"Newyork times - August 2012"
Prabhu Pepsi! He resembles the great Muhammed Ali in style and strength...
"The Hindustan Times - September 2012"
Prabhu Pepsi regains heavyweight champion crown for third consecutive year...
"The Hindu - October 2012"
Pepsiboy slays Mike Tyson Junior in less than 2 seconds in the fastest bout in boxing history......
I am reserving some headlines to avoid any form of jealousy creeping on to my readers's brains.
I woke up this noon and watched India's bronze medal winner Vijender Kumar going down valiantly to the Cuban boxer in the semifinals of the 75 kilogram bout. My heart ached for a while. I wanted to make my dreams come true.My veins were burning with anger. I wanted to make a point.I drank a glass of water.
I frowned at the mirror and gave the most dirtiest look I could possible give, and yea! I realised that I was indeed dirty ( I gotta take a bath now).I thought to myself," Oh Noooo!! I do not have a boxing glove yet!". I clenched my fist and punched the wall to vent my anger. It was painful. I got angrier still. I tore a sheet of paper and I was indeed ruthless. I tore the pillow too and filled my room with cotton. I ended up sneezing. So I came out of my room. My anger has not subsided yet. I wanted to prove something.
I went out to the road and saw a small boy walking back calmly from school. I ran to him and punched his nose. He started crying and ran as fast as he could. My anger subsided a little bit. I turned back and realised that I did not have enough time to move away from a stone hurled at me. The stone found its target somewhere between my two fine legs and all I could see in the next few minutes was the demolish smile of that little boy who hurled the stone at me.I regained my senses after ten minutes and limped back inside my house.
My mom was at the door,and she was really mad at me. I understood the reason behind her anger when I saw the pathetic situation of my room. It took me three hours to clean my room. I feel like punching the keyboard now. Should I?( b'coz I am a Kick boxer, believe me or I ll punch your nose)
Posted by PRABHU N