THE FIGHT
I
THE FIGH
The rocks, however, held the water in the pool, and it did not dry up like the pools in the plains.
When Ranji saw the pool, he did not hesitate to get into it. He had often gone swimming, alone or with friends, when he had lived with his parents in a thirsty town in the middle of the Rajputana desert. There, he had known only sticky, muddy pools, where buffaloes wallowed and women washed clothes. He had never seen a pool like this — so clean and cold and inviting. He leapt into the water. His limbs were supple, free of any fat, and his dark body glistened in patches of sunlit water.
The next day he came again to quench his body in the cool waters of the forest pool. He was there for almost an hour sliding in and out of the limpid green water, or lying stretched out on the smooth yellow rocks in the shade of broad-leaved sal trees. It was while he lay thus that he noticed another boy standing a little distance away, staring at him in a rather hostile manner. The other boy was a little older than Ranji — taller, thickset, with a broad nose and thick, red lips. He had only just noticed Ranji, and when Ranji did not say anything, the other called out, “What are you doing here, Mister?”
Ranji, who was prepared to be friendly, was taken aback at the hostility of the other’s tone.
“I am swimming,” he replied. “Why don’t you join me?”
“I always swim alone,” said the other. “This is my pool; I did not invite you here.”
THE FIGHT
“Now — now do you realise — I am a Warrior?” gasped the stranger.
“Do you know I am a Fighter?” said Ranji with difficulty.
They gave a moment’s consideration to each other’s answers and, in that moment of silence, there was only their heavy breathing and the rapid beating of their hearts.
“Then you will not leave the pool?” said the warrior. “I will not leave it,” said Ranji.
“Then we shall have to continue the fight,” said the other.
“All right,” said Ranji.
But neither boy moved, neither took the initiative. The warrior had an inspiration.
“We will continue the fight tomorrow,” he said. “If you dare to come here again tomorrow, we will continue this fight, and I will not show you mercy as I have done today.”
“I will come tomorrow,” said Ranji. “I will be ready for you.”
They turned from each other then and, going to their respective rocks, put on their clothes, and left the forest by different routes.
Comprehension Check
1.In what way is the forest pool different from the one which Ranji knew in the Rajputana desert?
2.The other boy asked Ranji to ‘explain’ himself.
(1)What did he expect Ranji to say?
(2)Was he, in your opinion, right or wrong to ask this question?
3.Between Ranji and the other boy, who is trying to start a quarrel?Give a reason for your answer.
4.“Then we will have to continue the fight,” said the other.
(1)What made him say that?
(2)Did the fight continue? If not, why not?
II
THE FIGHT
Instead, he stood his ground and scowled at his passing adversary. And the warrior said nothing either but scowled back with equal ferocity.
The next day was as hot as the previous one. Ranji felt weak and lazy and not at all eager for a fight. His body was stiff and sore after the previous day’s encounter. But he could not refuse the challenge. Not to turn up at the pool would be an acknowledgement of defeat. From the way he felt just then he knew he would be beaten in another fight. But he could not acquiesce in his own defeat. He must defy his enemy to the last, or outwit him, for only then could he gain his respect. If he surrendered now, he would be beaten for all time; but to fight and be beaten today left him free to fight and be beaten again. As long as he fought, he had a right to the pool in the forest.
THE FIGHT
He was half hoping that the warrior would have forgotten the challenge, but these hopes were dashed when he saw his opponent sitting, stripped to the waist, on a rock on the other side of the pool. The warrior was rubbing oil on his body. He saw Ranji beneath the sal trees, and called a challenge across the waters of the pool.
THE FIGHT
“Are you trying to empty the pool?” he asked, as the warrior came to the surface, spouting water like a small whale.
“Wasn’t it good?” asked the boy, evidently proud of his feat.
“Not very good,” said Ranji. “You should have more practice.
See, I will do it again.”
And pulling himself up on a rock, he executed another perfect dive. The other boy waited for him to come up, but, swimming under water, Ranji circled him and came upon him from behind.
“How did you do that?” asked the astonished youth.
“Can’t you swim under water?” asked Ranji.
“No, but I will try it.”
The warrior made a tremendous effort to plunge to the bottom of the pool and indeed he thought he had gone right down, though his bottom, like a duck’s, remained above surface.
Ranji, however, did not discourage him.
“It was not bad,” he said. “But you need a lot of practice.”
“Will you teach me?” asked his enemy.
“If you like, I will teach you.”
“You must teach me. If you do not teach me, I will beat you. Will you come here every day and teach me?”
“If you like,” said Ranji. They had pulled themselves out of the water, and were sitting side by side on a smooth grey rock.
“My name is Suraj,” said the warrior.
“What is yours?” “It is Ranji.”
“I am strong, am I not?” asked Suraj, bending his arm so that a ball of muscle stood up stretching the white of his flesh.”
“You are strong,” said Ranji. “You are a real pahelwan.”
“One day I will be the world’s champion wrestler,” said Suraj, slapping his thighs, which shook with the impact of his hand. He looked critically at Ranji’s hard, thin body. “You are quite strong yourself,” he conceded. “But you are too bony. I know, you people do not eat enough. You must come and have your food with me. I drink one seer of milk every day.
THE FIGHT
We have got our own cow! Be my friend, and I will make you a pahelwan like me! I know — if you teach me to dive and swim underwater, I will make you a pahelwan! That is fair, isn’t it?”
“That is fair!” said Ranji, though he doubted if he was getting the better of the exchange.”
Suraj put his arm around the younger boy and said, “We are friends now, yes?”
They looked at each other with honest, unflinching eyes, and in that moment love and understanding were born.
“We are friends,” said Ranji.
The birds had settled again in their branches, and the pool was quiet and limpid in the shade of the sal trees.
“It is our pool,” said Suraj. “Nobody else can come here without our permission. Who would dare?”
“Who would dare?” said Ranji, smiling with the knowledge that he had won the day.
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