Boxing

I read in wikipedia that boxing was introduced in Olympics as early as 688BC and I had no idea that even Olympic games was there that long back.

Why I am talking about boxing here is because today as I type in this blog I am suffering from a semi-serious chest concussion incurred while having a bout with my roommate. It all started some day last week (I don't remember the exact date) when they aired the movie Ali in one of the channels. The movie was interesting even though at some places it seemed more like a documentary. Especially the final bout where Ali beats George Foreman. After the movie I realized that being tough was the way to be and decided to take on my roommate.

Before I go deeper in to what happened next I will state some facts about my opponent. This guy is just some two inches taller (which I don't consider is a big advantage) and is 40Kgs heavier (which I failed to notice). Above all this is one guy who is very serious about body building and used to lift around 120 kgs (he claims) while doing squats not so long ago.

I really don't remember why I chose him as my opponent since we don't fall in the same weight category. Perhaps the reason was that he was the only one I could find in the room at that moment. Also I remember seeing Bradd Pitt knock out a guy twice his size in the movie Snatch. All these points suggested that it was not a bad idea. Once we got started I decided to call the shots and landed my first punch on his right arm. I don't think he was very amused and using his fists he playfully tapped (he still maintains he just tapped) just below my chest. Even though I was not knocked out technically, I lost my breath for a few seconds. So we decided it would be wiser to stop the match.

Two days later I started feeling extreme difficulty while breathing and I concluded it was due to some gastric problems. But the condition did not subside the next day and now the pain also increased. Still I did not attribute it to the punch I received since the incident totally escaped my mind. When it became no longer bearable I decided to seek professional advice and went to see a doctor. The doctor did some preliminary check-up and told me in her broken English that the pain was because of muscular sprain and not related to gastric problems. She asked me whether I had suffered any trauma below my chest. I maintained that nothing like that had happened because by this time the incident was no longer in my memory. But she decided to stick to the same theory and prescribed some pain killers and muscle relaxants and asked me to take it for a week.

After coming home I told my 110kg roommate about what happened at the Clinic. With a wry smile he asked me whether it was in someway related to the boxing match we had had. Suddenly all the missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle fitted and I could see the complete picture.

It has been 4 days since then and I am still taking the medicines. These days whatever he says I make sure that I agree and never give a chance for an argument. I guess some lessons are learned the hard way.