After breaking our arms arm- wrestling, we wanted a new hobby..one evening, all 3 of us were sitting , getting quite bored watching a movie , when RD remembered sumthing ..he left for his room in a hurry and came back out wid a CD ..the gleeful expression on his face suggested it was a "happy" movie :) , and before i could say it out loud, RD clarified it was "National Geographic Documentary on Martial Arts" ..well, it was a two hour long program, and when it got over , the effect was immediate..

we lived in a big house..now when u enter a house, any house wid occupants , you would expect a sofa , a chair , a mat , anything of that sort..well , our interior decoration was a bit ..deranged..we removed the fan from the drawing room and hung a BOXING BAG..so,lets say ur having a very important phone conversation and u enter our house , talking on the phone , engrossed in conversation , u would go SMACK into the boxing bag.

We rented loads of boxing movies like ROCKY( all parts ), Cinderella man , and other documentaries and training videos..we punched and punched till we could punch no more ..we were possessed..we punched so much, our hands bled, but it turned our hands into rocks..my hand turned a dark shade of grey at the knuckles , and my friends ridiculed me saying i earned extra bucks as a daily wage labourer!!

now we had a little ritual in the house..anyone who would enter the house for the first time , has to, HAS TO punch the boxing bag once , as a sign of respect..and so, the electrician, the plumber, the sweeper, the dinner delivery boy, the water delivery boy , every one of them was made to punch the bag once, and after that, they were quite terrified , they would never even came into the house..they would just stand outside and call us..even if we would call them in , to have a glass of water, they'd prefer going thirsty rather than come in !! :)