Raj was the most popular judo-karate trainer in our locality and I was mightily surprised, the day, he was admitted in my hospital for blunt abdominal trauma.The strong guy, admitted for an injury was beyond my wildest imagination.He would make mince meat of his opponents in the matches and had a collection of trophies under his black belt. He had a loving wife and a cute daughter, who was learning martial arts at at a tender age.He told me the events, that fateful night, which left me in tears.
There was a small gang of underworld extortionists who ruled our locality and spared no one, They used to collect small amounts of money under a political banner and blow it away on wine and women.The cops also, were afraid of them in view of their high reaching connections.That night, they asked money from him, as he was earning quite well in the vacations, he resisted initially, but succumbed to their knives and daggers.He could have beaten them black and blue with his kicks and punches,but remained silent. He even endured their rapidly raining blows on his abdomen quietly.I asked him the reason for his non retaliatory behaviour.
He told me that even if he would have overcome them, their bosses would return with their full might and would have injured him more grievously.Also, his family would live under constant threats from them.It was a no win situation for him and he did his best, to survive them by meekly surrendering and throwing the towel in this ring of life in the big mean city.He told me that skills don't matter in actual combats but guts matter.
The ability to wilfully inflict trauma on people, without realising the consequences was not in his blood and never taught in martial arts. He was a judo-karate teacher and not a savage like them.
I admire him for his discretion and valour, he truly won my heart over.
He taught judo-karate to kids for self defence.
He had defended himself and his family, the other way round....
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