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I felt proud that day

 

        No, it was not about me achieving something. It is not about falling in love. It was a typical underdog moment. People won’t remember me winning that but even now when I remember that moment, I feel proud of myself. I fought with a guy.

        It was my first year in my undergraduate and hostel life as well. I have a nerd look; spectacles, a lean physique and nearly 6 feet taller. Honestly speaking, I have a physique with no fat. I tend to receive a lot of ridicule from the people around me and it was never easy to face that and not ponder about that. But it was never possible to break that. The best I can do is to show my contempt. Yeah, that’s what I did on that day.

        It was past 10 at night. I was half asleep. There was a guy, the Bully, who never understood the feeling of getting bullied. He was thrice the size of mine. He got a weird idea of irritating me on that particular night. He turned on his torch in his mobile phone and pointed it towards my eyes. In fact, he later justified that he was checking on me whether I slept or not. What’s there to check. Why are people not trying to understand other people’s feelings? I woke up but still tried to get to sleep by pretending to be still asleep. His torching light directed towards my eyes never ceased. I decided that its time. I woke up suddenly to his surprise, plucked his torch light cum mobile from his hand and threw it towards the edge of the room. Yassss, that’s the moment I was talking about. The moment I was proud of even now. I love that moment because I stood before someone whose arm is thicker than my thigh.

        The mobile phone splashed open. The Bully was shocked and immediately tried to push me. Luckily the other guys in the room controlled him otherwise against his might, I would have got hurt badly. I still visualize that moment: he was held by 5 guys whereas I was held by a single guy. It’s a funny as well as a proud moment to think about. And the next day he begged for money to repair his broken mobile. Out of pity, I gave him some money and I felt mightier than him. And for the remainder of my college life, he never made fun of me or provoked me. End.

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