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It So Happened
• Ranji discovers a pool in the forest and plunges into it for a swim.
• There is serious trouble between him and someone else over who
has a right to the pool. A fight ensues.
• The first round ends in a draw.
RANJI had been less than a month in Rajpur when he discovered the
pool in the forest. It was the height of summer, and his school had
not yet opened, and, having as yet made no friends in this semi-hill
station, he wandered about a good deal by himself into the hills
and forests that stretched away interminably on all sides of the
town. It was hot, very hot, at that time of the year, and Ranji walked
about in his vest and shorts, his brown feet white with the chalky
dust that flew up from the ground. The earth was parched, the
grass brown, the trees listless, hardly stirring, waiting for a cool
wind or a refreshing shower of rain.
It was on such a day --- a hot, tired day --- that Ranji found the
pool in the forest. The water had a gentle translucency, and you
could see the smooth round pebbles at the bottom of the pool. A
small stream emerged from a cluster of rocks to feed the pool. During
the monsoon, this stream would be a gushing torrent, cascading
down from the hills, but during the summer, it was barely a trickle.
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
"I am swimming," he
replied. "Why don't you
"I always swim alone,"
said the other. "This is my
pool; I did not invite
The stranger strode up
to Ranji, who still sat on
the rock and, planting his broad feet firmly on the sand, said (as
though this would settle the matter once and for all), "Don't you
know I am a Warrior? I do not take replies from villagers like you!"
"So you like to fight with villagers?" said Ranji. "Well, I am not a
villager. I am a Fighter!"
"I am a Warrior!"
"I am a Fighter!"
They had reached an impasse. One had said he was a Warrior,
the other had proclaimed himself a Fighter. There was little else
that could be said.
"You understand that I am a Warrior?" said the stranger, feeling
that perhaps this information had not penetrated Ranji's head.
"I have heard you say it three times," replied Ranji.
"Then why are you not running away?"
"I am waiting for you to run away!"
"I will have to beat you," said the stranger, assuming a violent
attitude, showing Ranji the palm of his hand.
"I am waiting to see you do it," said Ranji.
"You will see me do it," said the other boy.
Ranji waited. The other boy made a strange, hissing sound. They
stared each other in the eye for almost a minute. Then the Warrior
slapped Ranji across the face with all the force he could muster.
Ranji staggered, feeling quite dizzy. There were thick red finger marks
on his cheek.
"There you are!" exclaimed his assailant. "Will you be off now?"
For answer, Ranji swung his arm up and pushed a hard, bony
fist into the other's face.
And then they were at each other's throats, swaying on the rock,
tumbling on to the sand, rolling over and over, their legs and arms
locked in a desperate, violent struggle. Gasping and cursing, clawing
and slapping, they rolled into the shallows of the pool.
Even in the water the fight continued as, spluttering and covered
with mud, they groped for each other's head and throat. But after
five minutes of frenzied, unscientific struggle, neither boy had
emerged victorious. Their bodies heaving with exhaustion, they stood
back from each other, making tremendous efforts to speak.
"Now --- now do you realise --- I am a Warrior?" gasped the
"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.
• Next day the two claimants face each other across the pool.
• They throw challenges and counter-challenges at each other.
• The best solution, they realise, lies not in fighting each other but
fighting together for something.
When Ranji got home, he found it difficult to explain the cuts
and bruises that showed on his face, leg and arms. It was difficult
to conceal the fact that he had been in an unusually violent
fight, and his mother insisted on his staying at home for the
rest of the day. That evening, though, he slipped out of the
house and went to the bazaar, where he found comfort and
solace in a bottle of vividly coloured lemonade and a banana
leaf full of hot, sweet jalebis. He had just finished the lemonade
when he saw his adversary coming down the road. His first
impulse was to turn away and look elsewhere, his second to
throw the lemonade bottle at his enemy. But he did neither of
these things. 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.
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.
"Come over on this side and fight!" he shouted.
But Ranji was not going to submit to any conditions laid down
by his opponent.
"Come this side and fight!" he shouted back with equal vigour.
"Swim across and fight me here!" called the other. "Or perhaps
you cannot swim the length of this pool?"
But Ranji could have swum the length of the pool a dozen times
without tiring, and here he would show the warrior his superiority.
So, slipping out of his vest, he dived straight into the water, cutting
through it like a knife, and surfaced with hardly a splash. The
warrior’s mouth hung open in amazement.
"You can dive!" he exclaimed.
"It is easy," said Ranji, treading water, waiting for a further
challenge. "Can’t you dive?"
"No," said the other. "I jump straight in. But if you will tell me
how, I will make a dive."
"It is easy," said Ranji.
"Stand on the rock, stretch
your arms out and allow your
head to displace your feet."
The warrior stood up, stiff
and straight, stretched out
his arms, and threw himself
into the water. He landed flat
on his belly, with a crash that
sent the birds screaming out
of the trees.
Ranji dissolved into
"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. 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
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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