Jab cross & hook

 Jab, Cross & Hook

     

  At 24, I’m passed out of college with an undergraduate degree. Which isn’t of much use to me now as I’m working sales. I still live with my parents.  Going for runs in the morning is the only dose of Endorphins I get throughout the day. Which is not nearly sufficient to deal with sales pressure or with family issues or just issues in general but Such is Life.      

     At the time I used to watch Boxing & MMA matches regularly. Man! You-tube Algorithm gets me, perhaps more than anyone else. In one of the morning runs, I noticed a boy probably my age doing shadow boxing, what an attention seeker! I thought. Came home threw my shoes first & then my socks, took bath, yelled at my mother for not having breakfast prepared. Went to work with empty stomach.

     One Sunday morning I ran about 3 km in 12 minutes felt amazing then I did 100 squats & 2 minute of high knee running back-to-back and felt like my thighs are going to explode, so I crawled to a bench and sat there. There he was near me practicing spinning kicks. I waited for my legs to loosen up, went up to him and asked  “that’s the Muay thai kick that you are practicing? “. his face litt up and we talked for about an hour on MMA & Boxing. So the guy’s name was Swapan and he was boxer at national level but wanted to quit boxing to do MMA, reasons he wouldn’t tell me yet.

    After this I started exercising with this guy every morning. Swapan has unbelievable stamina & his knowledge of combat sports far exceeded mine. So I had to watch boxing & MMA matches more regularly, I even watched all the analysis videos on the internet. One day we would talk of power of The Bronze Bomber and other day we would talk of impeccable technique of Vasiliy Lomachenko.  We also shared interest in particular type of movies too, which is of course all the movies in Action genre.

    

        In a matter of three months I became good friends with Swapan. I loved combat sports more than ever before but more than that I started loving him. Which of course isn’t ideal cause he is straight. I was happy anyway, I am spending hours with him, exercising made me strong, I felt more confident in everything I did and I also learned few boxing lessons here and there for the purpose of self defense of course.

       After 6 months from my first encounter with Swapan, I wanted to come out as gay. The urge had been forming in me since long and now more than ever before I wanted to express myself. I chose a Sunday morning to tell my parents that I am gay, to tell them that there boy who pretends to be an Alpha male all the time, enjoys all kinds of sports, someone who is blatantly extrovert is Gay. There reactions were not unjustified when they slapped me, kicked me and shouted at me. 

       Now I had to come out among my pears, so next morning I told all my colleagues that I’m gay and the morning of the next day I was handed my termination letter by my boss whom I did not tell that I’m gay. 

       I chose Saturday to tell Swapan that I’m gay & that I loved him. His reaction was the most peculiar he said “Go fuck yourself, B****d get the fuck away from me, I used to think of you as a friend but you turn out to be faggot, I now know why you were so effeminate, get away from me you faggot”. so I guess that’s that.

      By Sunday morning I new I had to do something, something that hurts me really bad so that the pain outside distracts me from the pain inside. So I went on internet and found out all about amateur boxing tournaments. Went to one of the tournament, apparently u need a Cutman & Coach to participate but I had made up my mind that I am getting a fight whether in or outside the ring.         

      So I went to the organizer of the event and punched him straight on his face, what a beautiful Cross it was, Swapan would have loved it. Like Mohammad Ali I Jabbed, Crossed & Hooked him once and he fell to the floor.

      Next thing you know a security personnel is trying to grab me so I turn around and punched him at the back of his head & he fell too. As soon as he fell, a punch came out of the blue and shattered right side of my jaw and I collapsed, a classic sucker punch.

      Next morning in the hospital I woke up all sore. My parents are there, happy to see me alive and I’m happy to see them too, but I’m more happy about the fact that I came out as gay, professed my love, got into a fight, knocked two people out and I don’t have a job in sales. I also realized that I now have a good story to tell & perhaps a lawsuit to fight.