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Monday, March 23, 2015

Chp 553. Weekend fight in Mumbai


Ever walked into a room full of extremely muscular bodybuilders, all oiled up and wearing nothing but teeny-weeny g-strings? Yeah, gives you an inferiority complex huh? That's what I had to go through yesterday at the "Body Power Expo India 2015" held at Bombay Exhibition Centre, Goregaon East.

Most of the testosterone pumped up dudes had biceps bigger than my five four limbs combined, with veins running around them the size of my finger. Even the women wore skimpy two-piece outfit, and they didn't seem to have a least bit of fat anywhere on their body - Tight ass, muscular arms, well toned extremely chiselled abs, and usually very small breasts.

But I wasn't at the Expo for the bodies. I was there to watch a section of the Expo dedicated to MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) where a contingent of young Mizo fighters had flown down to Mumbai, led by none other than the living legend - Samuel Lalrozama.

Anybody who's following MMA in India would have heard of Samuel. He's the first ever Indian to win a medal in an International Kickboxing competition for India under the prestigious WFK International body. He became a Muay Thai pro fighter, achieved black belts in eight different martial arts disciplines, appointed as National coach, followed by National referee & judge. He was inducted in to the martial Arts 'Hall of Fame' in the year 2014 by the International Jeet Kune Do Federation & Martial Arts Association - International. He is one amongst the few Indian MMA referee qualified and certified to referee an International MMA tournament and can be rightly called the second most experienced MMA referee in India, after Ryan Thorpe. Currently, he's training MMA fighters and many of his students have done him proud. (Oh apart from all that, he's also an Aircraft Maintenance Engineer, regularly writes articles related to various social issues for different Mizo magazines, and has authored and co-authored two books. And did I not mention he's still single? Ladies? *wink wink*).

When I heard that he's in Mumbai, I immediately booked an appointment with him. Back when we used to study together in Coimbatore, he was this really shy, soft-spoken and innocent skinny kid. I would have never guessed he would become a weapon of mass destruction.

On 21st March (Saturday), the competition started. But Samuel told me Saturday's MMA events were submission grappling and Sports MMA (a new concept introduced for youths below 18 years), which were only  about grappling and submission (meaning no actual force contact or fight, its more about strength, endurance and tactic) and that I might not be interested. He was right :D

Four Mizos took part in the submission grappling and Sports MMA events and all four made it to the semi-final rounds, winning one silver and three bronze. Yaaaay. Later in the night, I finally got to meet him. We decided to go to Powai since his hotel was nearby. Chilli's was packed unfortunately, since it was a Saturday night, so we went to this North Indian restaurant called "No. 101" on Hiranandani Business Park.


We had a long good talk, catching up on what's going on with our lives. Samu told me about all the struggles he is currently facing when it comes to financial funding. I assumed that since the Mizo fighters were representing Mizoram, the state Government must be funding their entire journey and stay, like they must be getting some amount of money as travel allowance, daily stipend, match fee etc etc.

I was completely wrong!

Our state government cannot fund Mizo MMA fighters even when they're representing Mizoram at National level tournaments because it is not yet an affiliated game under the Mizoram State Sports Council! Dayyymmm that sucks.

Hence, a few of these Mizo fighters use their own money, while Samu pays the rest from his own pocket! Man that is one huge dedication. He's not just running a training school and training people, but financing them as well. And in return he gets nothing, except for the satisfaction that he has delivered a person to his destination. I really hope something is done to make sure upcoming sports and young athletes with so much talent and potential get more grassroots development within our own state. Otherwise people are just going to keep migrating outside. A couple of Mizo MMA fighters are already representing Karnataka as of today.

After a couple of more discussions over butter naan and chicken tikka masala, it was time to go home since the next day's main events start at 11 AM.


The next day, Sunday 22nd March 2015, was the day we were all waiting for. Four Mizo fighters were scheduled to fight - Two in the amateur category, and two in the professional (SFL - Super Fight League) category.

Let me just point out here quickly that though I appreciate the SFL for all they've done with the MMA, when it comes to watching an MMA match live, the best time I've ever had was the one conducted by FCC (Full Contact Championship), which is a different franchise from SFL. Blog - My experience at Full Contact Championship. Of course SFL is more professional, classier, has more celebrity power, glamour, coverage etc etc, but I loved the FCC because it was so... raw and underground'ish. We could stand there right next to the freaking ring, banging on the mat/canvas with one hand while clutching a can of beer with the other and shouting out all sorts of expletives. The fighters walked right next by us, shoulder to shoulder. All that is not possible in the SFL.

Ok coming back to the MMA Championship, I reached the venue (Bombay Exhibition Centre) a bit late, but luckily, none of the Mizos had their match yet. I called up Samu from the gate and he sent one of the Mizo Pro fighters "Tekashi" to get me at the gate. He handed me a free pass (meaning I didn't have to pay the Rs. 1200/- entry fee) and I followed him inside.



There were a couple of other fighters battling it out inside the MMA cage, across different weight categories - bantam weight, feather weight, light weight, heavy weight and so on.



All those fights were in the amateur category, so some of the fights were not very interesting.

A little bit further from the MMA section, was the "Fitness Model Search" stage, where participants walked the ramp one after the other and showed off their bodies and muscles while trying to stay in rhythm with the music blasting from the speakers. They played mainly dubstep.



And of course the size of the crowd and number of people taking photos or videos with their mobile phones quadrupled whenever the participant was a woman :D I too managed to take 3 quick photos since everybody around me were doing it, though it was not my proudest moment. I kept convincing myself, "Kima, it's for your blog, it's for your blog."




Back at the other side, I met Ngurlianzuala Sailo, who's from Mizoram Police. He wanted to further his career with Mizoram Police by winning a medal at the Light Heavy weight category.


I must say, he's a really funny and awesome guy, cracking jokes and laughing to each and everything.


I met up with another familiar face - Manoa (Dengthanchhunga) who was all pumped up for his match. He was participating in the featherweight category of the amateur division, and unlike the Pro division where participants were fighting just one opponent each, the amateur division had a knockout structure, so they had to fight multiple times till the Final round if they kept winning.

Manoa said he was ready for that.


There was still an hour or two before the first Mizo match (Manoa), so I decided to roam around the EXPO for a while.

The place was filled with Gym and fitness freak stuff. There was this equipment, that equipment, protein enhancement powder, nutrient supplement solution, this celebrity, that celebrity, and everybody looked so fit and healthy. I had to walk around the entire ground sucking in my stomach.







There were also a lot of stalls where gym instructors (?) were on stage doing a dance like workout routine, and any audience could join them and dance to the rhythm of the music (like those Zoomba fitness dance videos) following the instructor's steps. There were so many different workout dances everywhere with different fitness/dance instructors that while I was walking, I happened to trip a bit and stumbled. The folks around me immediately thought I was an instructor doing a new step and they too all surrounded me and did an act of tripping. Then they looked at me awaiting my next move. I tried to tell them I was merely a visitor but unfortunately I had to sneeze. They too all faked a sneeze and then waited for my next instruction again. And then I farted and that was when they realized I was not an instructor :P

One stall was even conducting push-up competitions for the audience, and whoever cleared the test won something.


Other stalls were throwing out freebies to the audience and people were fighting with each other to grab those items.

 

And then there was this dude. I don't mean to offend anyone, but there was a loooooong line of people waiting to get his autograph or have a photograph taken with him and I had absolutely no clue who he was.




I seriously didn't know who he was. Former Mister World? Mister Universe? World's Strongest Man competition winner? Olympic weight lifting champ? No idea at all, after all, I don't watch much of these muscle related shows. The really funny thing was, Samu and I went to pee, and he was right there inside the men's loo peeing too, with his "bodyguards" surrounding his urinal cubicle, lolz. And once he was done peeing, around 10 bodyguards surrounded him forming a human chain so others couldn't ask him for an autograph.

As he and his entourage walked past us, I asked one dude who was desperately trying to take his photo who that man was, and he gave me this exasperated blasphemous look of disbelief.

"That is Ronnie Coleman!"

I was like, "Ronnie who?"

And then his face grew all red and breathing became harder, "Ronnie Coleman! You don't know Ronnie Coleman? Oh My God! Eight times Mr. Olympia! Seriously dude, if you don't know him, what are you even doing here?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just looking around, I'm actually not into body building, I'm from the Mixed Martial Arts section over there."

The moment I said that, his face grew pale and I could sense his voice trembling a bit, "Oh shit, oh shit, I didn't mean to shout like that, I'm so sorry. So urrrm... when is your match and who are you fighting against?"

"Around 6 in the evening dude. Against last year's champ." I replied with ease as I watched him scurry away from me.

Soon I headed back to the MMA section. Mano's first fight (quarter finals) was about to start. Here are a few photos I took of his fight. He won in the second round on the basis of TKO (technical knock out).











On his next round, the semi final, I was able to take only this photo, before the fight started.


By the time I went to the ring side to take better photos and videos, Manoa had already won. Lolz, he knocked out his opponent in less than 20 seconds of the first round! :D

And just like that, he was through to the Finals. Here are some photos of the Final round -




Manoa and his opponent fought all three rounds (EDIT: Two rounds. The Amateur section had a maximum round of only two. Thanx to Njldst for pointing this out in the comment section). It was an evenly matched fight, though I still believed Manoa performed better. At the end of three rounds two rounds, the judges gave his opponent a few more points. You can watch some of the video clips of his fights here and let me know who fought better. I've put an audio over it because the sound wasn't clear as all the other stalls near the ring were blasting their respective music.



After the tiring match, we all congratulated Manoa anyway for having reached so far. Pu Zaia, our Mizoram House Deputy Resident Commissioner was requested to come inside the ring to hand over the runner's up trophy to Manoa. A fitting tribute indeed. And then he went to rest.


The person who beat Manoa had much more experience than him, and he too said he was really impressed with his fight. They posed for a few photos after their match.



And then it was lunch time.



I just wanna mention that another Mizo fighter Lalrinawma had to forfeit his fight because he injured his hand the previous day while participating in the submission grappling event. Poor guy had a cast on his hand and he kept regretting because he was very confident of winning in his category. I really admired Awma because not only is he an MMA enthusiast but he was also doing his BCA studies at the same time, while working on his family handloom business part-time! Wow, talk about multi-tasking and dedication!

After lunch, Ngurlianzuala was supposed to have his match in the amateur category, followed by the Pro category. But since the organizers ran behind schedule, the remaining amateur events were postponed after the Pro events, because, you know, the Bollywood stars were coming :P

Zorammawia (Tekashi) and Zorinmawia (Xico) started preparing. I too was kicked out from ringside as only designated people or VIPs could be around that area.

Soon, Raj Kundra and his entourage arrived, and more and more beautifully clad VIPs filled the stand. The MC announced the opening ceremony of SFL-39. There was also one martial artist dressed in samurai attire showing off his sword mastery inside the cage.




Both bout 1 and bout 2 of SFL 39 were exciting. Lots of punches and kicks and damages and blood spilled. Winners of both bouts won by TKO - Dhruv Chaudhary defeated Navjot Chahal in the second round, and Govind Singh decimated Mohd. Asgar in the first round itself. Govind Singh was representing the state of Uttarakhand, but he has a very Northeastern looking facial feature, I won't be surprised if he's actually a Manipuri Singh.

Then came the much awaited bout 3. The MC really hyped up his introduction of Tekashi. The very few Mizos around the ring were "wooooooooooooo"ing. His opponent Vikas Singh was of a similar height but much more muscular and bigger in mass, and came from a wrestling background.

With much apprehension around the ring, the referee started the match.

And then the mistake happened.

As the fight started, both fighters leaned forward to fist-bump each other. After the fist-bump, Tekashi let his guard down, which proved to be a fatal mistake. Vikas attacked immediately, catching Tekashi off guard. He was on the defensive right from the start, and within minutes Vikas had him in a good position of submission, an RNC (Rear Naked Choke) to be precise... and Tekashi had no other option but to tap out. Everybody watching the match was shocked. After all the hype and build-up, the match was over in a matter of seconds.

My heart cried out to Tekashi who felt so bad for having disappointed his supporters. It must have been a really humiliating moment for him. His opponent even consoled him before the award ceremony.



Bout 4 was Zorinmawia's turn. This time, the MC played down a bit on introducing him, possibly because of what we witnessed previously. His opponent was a Muai Thai champ who even defeated the previous winner of SFL in a Muai Thai competition!



I wasn't able to take good photos or videos because as I mentioned earlier, I got kicked off from ringside and was standing behind the barricades.






Zorinmawia kept up a pretty big fight, and was dominating most of the time. The fight went till round 3, and the three judges' total score gave his opponent a small edge. Zorin too couldn't believe it when the winner was announced, but Samu rushed in and reminded him to be professional and respect the judges' decision. But many of us on the barricade (I'm talking about the non-Mizo spectators around me) too said Zorin deserved more points.

Anyhoo, here is the only clear video clip I was able to take.



There were a few more SFL bouts, but since I had to leave early this morning for Pune, I decided to call it a day and went home. Wish I could have spent more time with the boys. But overall, I'm trully impressed with their performance, and mighty damn proud of them. Hoping to see more success in the near future, and hope our state government treat this sports more seriously.

Cheers to you all.


Sunday, March 01, 2015

Chp 552. Weekend break in Mumbai


15 years ago, I was one of the three House Captains in School, and my friend Antony Paul was the School Captain. We discussed about various topics ranging from Sports Day, Exam grading results, which movie to rent for the next hostel “Movie Night”, and of course his girlfriend from the adjoining Girl’s School - Becky.

15 years later, last night, there they were, Tony and Becky, as husband and wife.


I invited the newly married couple over to my pad for dinner. I too had just returned to Mumbai from a week long conference in Pune and I’d rather just relax and take a rest from work, but it was important that I throw a dinner for these two, especially since I missed their wedding as I had to travel to Mizoram then.

We have come a long way since School.


The best part about our school days was that, those were the days before Facebook and Social Media, before we all had WhatsApp and convenient communication. Sending a love letter those days really took an effort. Our attempt ranged from selecting the best (mushy) letter pad, writing down our thoughts and feelings on paper, and of course there was no control+Z, control+C, control+V to edit our letter, and then sealing that letter on an envelope, not before borrowing a stamp from one of our hostel mates and spraying some perfume over the envelope. And then there was the perpetual wait for the reply, filled with suspense and apprehension.

Tony and I experienced all that. So did Becky. Youngsters these days have it too easy I’m telling you. Wanna ask a girl out? WhatsApp her or send her an image on Snapchat. She doesn’t like you instantaneously? Move on. Sheesh, there is no romance at all these days. During our time, we had to stand in a long queue near the PCO/STD booth, and even when we dialed our crush’s number, we used to pray that her dad or mom didn’t answer that call!

Anyhoo, I guess technology changes things. For the dinner, I decided to cook dal, smoked pork, Mizo “bai” and fried potatoes.



Last night’s dinner was also the perfect opportunity to invite my dear friend Loretta, whom I’ve always treated as a younger sister ever since her brother who’s a good friend of mine left Mumbai. Her brother Aldrin (aka ThugAngel) was one of the original admins of a popular Mizo website misual.com we used to run a couple of years back. Loretta’s married to David who is no stranger to my blog comment section either, and it was great finally getting to meet him in person. They all flew down up to Mumbai from Bangalore to attend today’s Ed Sheeran concert.



Once I was done cooking, the ladies moved in, making the necessary changes like adding more salt to the bai etc :D





I’m not going to boast, but everybody loved my bai (I first boiled cubic potatoes, and then added beans and sliced brinjal to it, followed by a teaspoon of soda, and finally a fistful of bekang ro).





And of course a night would not be complete without Charlie and Fela. They brought out the fun side of Mumbai, showing my guests what it’s like to be in Mumbai. Bee was supposed to come too but guess he was too busy playing the role of a chauffeur :D Ben had a marathon to run the next morning so he couldn’t make it either, but it was great Charlie and Fela could make it.



And now I’m off to Pune again for another week long work schedule. Yeah life is tough sometimes, but it is important that we spend some time getting to meet our old friends and catching up on good times. After all, that is what keep us going. Cheers everyone.


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Chp 550. A swine flu scare


Pune business trip, Feb 2015.

As I was wheeled into the emergency room of the closest hospital from office (even though I insisted I could walk), I could see nurses and hospital attendants around me putting on masks as they cautiously approached me.

I was shivering from cold, along with fever and a persistent cough I was having for a couple of weeks.

All I could hear were people speaking in Marathi, except the occasional word “H1N1” that I managed to pick up. My hair stood up every time I heard that word, but guess I was shivering too much to be bothered with then. After all, in my head, I assumed I was only having a routine fever.

Then came the bombardment of questions. As they laid me down on the cold hospital bed covered in that dull and depressing white sheet, masked medics surrounded me and asked me a barrage of questions - “How long have you been coughing?”, “Do you have a running nose?”, “Do you have loose motion?”, “Are you experiencing any pain in your head or muscle joints?”, “Do you feel nauseous?”, “Why are you so handsome?”…

I answered all their questions to the best of my abilities, and before I knew it, there I was, hooked up to various IV drips wearing a mask in an isolation ward meant for H1N1 patients!!!!

Dayyymmmm!



By then, I was shot up with loads of antibiotics and other medications so I was too groggy to realise the gravity of the situation. My friends too were equally shocked by the outcome, but they stayed with me in the hospital throughout the night. More IVs replaced empty ones while there was the occasional blood sample taken from my other arm. I zonked out for the umpteenth time.

I regained consciousness a couple of hours later. Everybody around me had masks on, including my three friends :)



It is at times like this that you truly appreciate how lucky you are to have friends running errands and being there for you, especially when one is away from one’s hometown and family. Thank you so much for taking care of me Sumeet, Abhilash and Pratik!

Doctors doing their rounds too examined me and asked me another set of questions. By then, I was starting to feel quite fine, due to all those IV treatments. The fact that I was in an H1N1 isolation ward finally started to sink in. But rather than scaring me, I was actually quite confident it wouldn’t be H1N1.

Yes Maharashtra has one of the highest cases of H1N1 in India currently, but compare the number of those infected (approx 1000) with the total population of the state (114.2 million) and that is not even 0.001%. Not to mention the fact that I never take public transportation like bus or train. On top of that, I’ve just returned from a vacation in Mizoram, so I wasn’t even in the state for a long time. Yes there was still a chance of catching the virus, but see how miniscule that chance is. I have never won the lottery, what are the odds that I have caught this virus?

My friends too believed I wasn’t infected with H1N1 and continued making fun of me (or maybe they forced themselves to believe it wasn’t H1N1 because in case it was *touch wood* it would mean they too were infected). Yes, grim comedy indeed.

And then around midnight when I was in a much better condition, they shifted me to Sahyadri Hospital, a private hospital with much better facilities and amenities.




Even though I have read up a lot on H1N1 regarding its symptoms and precautionary measures, there were a couple of new things we discovered during my moment of H1N1 trial.

1 - Private hospitals are not allowed to do an H1N1 throat-swab test here in Pune. Only the OPD department of designated Government Hospitals are allowed to do the test.

2 - Even at such testing centers, only those people who are extremely ill, like those who have been bedridden for weeks or unresponsive to the initial medicines are allowed to take the throat swab test for H1N1. We learnt that the hard way. Once my fever and cough were gone, I was discharged and we made our way to Sassoon Hospital. Government hospitals, as we all know, are quite different from private ones. After finally managing to find the right counter to inquire where to take the test, we were told to go to Naidu Govt hospital. Argh. Apparently, in Pune, the only Govt hospital that can treat infectious diseases is Naidu Hospital.

When we finally reached Naidu hospital, the staff told us they could not do a throat swab test on me! It was then that they explained everything was Govt sanctioned (meaning "FREE") so only those with severe cases were allowed to take the test otherwise if every Tamish, Deep and Hareesh wanted to take a random H1N1 test, it would be extremely expensive and waste of resource for the Govt. We understood. Sensing our disappointment, the staff scheduled an appointment with the doctor at the hospital. The doc was a very sweet lady doc who listened to our case and then prescribed us medicines. And guess what? All that was FREE! We didn't have to pay for the consultancy or any of the medicines prescribed. All free at Naidu Hospital! Wow.

So, after resting for two more days and religiously taking the prescribed medicines, I was finally fit enough to go to work...







All in all, it was a very different experience for me. A part of me always knew it couldn't have been the Swine flu, but a part of me was relieved it really wasn't!

My cousin joked that I now have a new blog topic to write about :D But even though it was just a false alarm, I really appreciate all the messages of support and well wishes I got on Facebook and WhatsApp from my friends, family, school and college classmates, colleagues and peers while I was in the hospital. Thank you all so much for your concern. Big hugz!

Meanwhile, I do hope you're all taking precautions against H1N1. Remember to do the basics, like washing your hands regularly with soap, avoiding crowded places, drinking plenty of fluids and eating nutritious food, especially vitamin C. I may be lucky this time, but you and I can still fall victim to this disease the next time.

Here's to health and life. Cheers.


Monday, February 16, 2015

Chp 549. Dad anniversary videos


As I mentioned in my previous post - One Year Too Soon, I have posted a few photos of our family commemorating dad's one year death anniversary. But due to bad internet connectivity in Mizoram, I wasn't able to upload the videos.

Now that I'm back in Mumbai / Pune, here are the videos.

The videos need a special mention because they were aired live on TV at Doordarshan (DDK) and LPS channel for everybody (in Mizoram) to watch. For my non-Mizo friends, I think this is a good opportunity to inform you that since our Mizo society is very close-knitted, there is this daily special TV program on our local channels called "Khawhar Chhungte Pual" dedicated to friends and family of a dearly departed are aired.

In our case, the cable TV operators aired three videos that night.

The first music video is a song composed exclusively for dad by the talented Lalnunpuia Hrahsel. The music video was shot by renowned MV producers "RDS Shots" at our home, mostly in daddy's room (which was formerly my room before I shifted downstairs*).

And the whole song was performed by noted Mizo celebrity singer (and also of Khawnglung Run fame) - the talented Alex Lalchhuankima.

He came to dad's memorial service with his wife too, who's also another famous Mizo celebrity singer.


And here is the music video. The video may not relate much to most of you, but to those of us who miss dad each and every day, this song brought tears to our eyes. Do have a look...





The second video aired on TV was the story of dad's life. The narration is in Mizo and there are many precious rare photographs of dad in the video which my sisters managed to find after searching far and wide.





And the last video is a general memorial music video with various photographs displayed on the backdrop of a popular funeral song. My sisters included a lot of my photographs in the video and that made it even more special for me.



So these are the three videos I said I'll update. Hope the upload was not futile, especially to our relatives living outside India.

Here's to dad. Cheers.