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The Boxing Rag – February 2025 (Volume 1, Issue 1)Download

Dynamite Daniel Dubois retained his IBF Heavyweight World Championship Belt, leaving Anthony Joshua sprawling on the canvas in the 5th round. Dubois started strong, putting Joshua down in the first round. His punches were crisp and accurate. Joshua went down again in the 3rd, 4th and 5th rounds before eventually getting counted out. Dubois’s aggressive approach proved to pave the way to his…

Dubois demolished a 333-pound Miller, Kabayel slayed the gigantic Makhmudov, Sanchez finished Fa, Hrgovic disposed of de Mori, Opetaia obliterated Zorro, Bivol put on a classic performance to outpoint Arthur in a typical Bivol manner. These were not even the main events on the card. Day of Reckoning, as it has been termed, was the biggest boxing card in recent times, featuring an array of…

A domineering performance by 25-year-old American boxer Devin Haney saw him clinch the WBC super-lightweight title from the hard-hitting Regis Prograis. The two boxers met at Chase Centre, San Francisco in front of a sold-out arena of over 16,000 on 9 December 2023. After the fight, all three ringside judges scored the contest 120-107 in favour of Haney, who improved his record to 31-0 with 15…

Tennis for me was initially just an escape from the politics of football. I loved football, there was no doubt, but there was an inhibition that kept me from pursuing the sport. One needed to possess a certain degree of popularity amongst the group in order to play the game. Tennis came as a relief in my ninth grade. The coach at our school was strict. Old school. Hammer grip, single-hand…

Last Day in Goa

On my last day in Goa, I sat down at Pereira Bar and Restaurant behind Madgaon Station. The sway of the coconut trees and the wind followed me. I was at a table with a stranger who was trying to make conversation. We talked in Hindi and I tried to ignore him. I was trying to soak in and reflect on the experiences I had gathered over the week in Goa. I was not in the mood for conversation. Soon,…

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The Humourist of Chendamangalam

I had an uncle from my mother’s side who resided in a little town called Chendamangalam in Kerala. He ran a shop at the junction of the village that he lived in. It was a smallish community and everybody knew one another. Our community temple was down the road. The village holds many memories of my childhood. We would visit once every two years or so to stay with my mother’s sister, who looked a…

It was a dream. Advik dreamt. Dusk in Madras was always a calm affair. The streets were jammed with sheets of sunlight. There were a few clouds in the sky. Darkish clouds. It was a perfect clime for murder. It however did not occur to Advik that he should kill anyone or be killed. He sat by the window in silence. The cars moved along the road like silver coffins of steel. They were in no hurry.…

            Mani was already at the Heritage Centre. I came in a little later, clammy from the sweltering summer sun. There was an early visitor walking around, and clearly, the housekeeping staff were not happy about the early bird imprinting his footprints around the shiny black tiled floor. The early bird had no worms, nor insects to catch, since all the cockroaches had been exterminated, as…

The green, yellow and orange Globule of vitamins, Brings a burst of colour On a dry summer’s day. I peel an orange Recklessly pulling out the rind. The spray of citrus Attacks some eyes And mine. Each carpel is a boat, Pulled away for a separate voyage. Each voyage is a memory Taking me back home To the idleness of summer Where my father reads a book On his chair, And my mother…

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob treeI came down the steps with my pitcherAnd must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.– D. H. Lawrence The post-lunch break was often a time for walks outside the Heritage Centre. I liked the idea of filling my lungs with fresh forest air as I walked around the campus. As I was loitering around the parking…

Note: Read at your risk in company: Guaranteed to extravasate strange sounds and explosive snorts from you as you read and to send you into paroxysms of laughter. We were cleaning and shifting the objects in the Heritage Centre with utmost care. This was in view of Republic Day, which was the very next day. The Director, Registrar, and other dignitaries were expected to arrive the next morning…

The glassy silence at the Heritage Centre was shattered with the sound of a loud bang. It was almost closing time, and we were all startled. I was wondering if I should notify the Security Section which was across the hallway from the backdoor. Was it an extraterrestrial invasion? Was it a result of one of the convoluted experiments being conducted at IIT Madras? Did one of the research blokes…

The Mystery of the Fallen Potted Plants

There was order and neatness in every aspect, on the lawn outside. The glass window of the Heritage Centre revealed a soothing view of greenery and sunlight. However, there was a slight concern at the Centre. Three pots amidst the uniform green, always seemed to be lying down. Funnily, they pointed to the same direction in their state of horizontal languor. Who could have knocked them down? The…