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The Love for the Enemy
A Short Story

Note:- I wrote this one in 1991.

It was in the month of July, Avinash had joined a new school for his tenth standard as his father had been transferred to this new city as a bank employee.

The class leader was a boy of sixteen called ‘Imran Khan’. Imran was big and board shouldered beyond his years. He walked masterfully up and down his class, legs wide and well built body, like the Hollywood superstar Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Imran could stop any one and say impressively one word ‘Money’ and his lieutenants would turn out the pockets of the boys and if they resisted they would beat them up hard.
Every one in the class was afraid of Imran Khan. So was Avinash. He knew that he was troublesome in the class. Avinash became friendly with other boys of his class and Archana was one of the girls, who were his good friend. Even his class teacher began to be found of him and his behavior. Avinash wanted to conquer his fear of Imran, so he wrote a funny poem about him. This was his first piece of poetry. By the next day the whole class knew it by heart.

One morning, on his way to the school, he suddenly came upon Imran and his lieutenants. His eyes seemed to bore through him.

“Ah, the poet,” he said, smiling crookedly, “So, you write verses. But, do they really rhyme?”

“It has nothing to do with you.” Said Avinash.

“Pal, why do you lie to me? You are a pig, who smells the trouble right ahead!” he said.

He gave a big punch on his nose. It started bleeding badly. He fell down to the ground and lost his consciousness. This was his first remuneration as a poet.

He spent three days on the bed. On his bed, pounding his pillow in shame for being a coward.

He made up his mind to take his revenge at whatsoever cost. So he went into training with parallel bars and weights. After every session, he would feel his muscles; they were getting bigger and bigger. Then he remembered something he had read about in a book about the Japanese Kung-fu, method of fighting, which gave an advantage to the weak over the strong. After a few week’s later.

One fine day morning, Imran was practicing volley ball with his lieutenants in the play ground of the school. Avinash picked up his courage, went and kicked the ball away. Imran gave an annoyed look at him.

“You’re looking for more, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Imran, you dirty pig! How dare you had punched me on my nose the other day!” he cried, on the top of his voice.

“How dare you call me a pig!” he cried back at him.

Before he could give him a punch. Avinash rose up his right foot in the air and gave him a Japanese kick. Imran howling with pain rolled on the ground bewildered.

All were watching Avinash at action. He got up and came to him swinging his legs furiously from side to side like a drunken donkey. He caught hold of his wrist and squeezed slowly and gave a big blow on his face. Imran fell down again. He was sobbing and smearing the tears over his pork-marked face with his fist.

That day, the class teacher asked Avinash to be the new class leader.

“No, sir, I think Imran is a good leader now. So, let him continue his leadership.” He said, rejecting frankly.

“Avinash, I never thought that you would defeat the boy like Imran.” Said Archana, “anyway, you have done a miracle!”

“It was the miracle of the Japanese Kung-fu!” he told her.

One day, Avinash found that Imran was finding it difficult to solve a problem in mathematics. He helped him to solve it. He started to help him in his studies. Soon, Imran took up his studies seriously. They both became good friends forever.

“Dad, do you know one thing?” he asked his father.

“What is it my son?” he asked.

“Dad, I have turned my enemy into my friend!” he said.

“You have done a good job, son.” Praised his father, “God had said to love your enemies. I am proud to have a son like you. If every one in this world followed your example then their would be no word called ‘enemy’ in this world.”

“Dad, do you like to meet my new friend?” he asked.

“Of course, yes, do you know what I have brought for your birthday?” asked his father.

“No, what is it?” he asked.

“I have brought a pen from Switzerland!” said his father.

“Thanks, dad!” he said.

On the day of the farewell party for the tenth standard students, the class leader was busy trying to co-ordinate all the preparations. Soon, the party was in full swing.

“Imran, it’s time for the prize distribution, have you kept that medal safe?” asked his class teacher.

“Yes, Ma’am, it’s in your drawer of your desk. Let me go and get it for you.” He said, going and he rushed back as fast as he could, with the medal in his hand before the prize distribution can start. And handed the same over to her and the teacher made an announcement: -

“Every year, we have been giving the silver medal for the best leader for that particular year. Well, this year too we are giving it and do you know who the winner of this year’s best leader of the year award winner is? It is Imran Khan!” said the teacher, in the mike, “I request Imran Khan to come to the stage and collect the prize from our beloved Principal!”

Imran went to the stage. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Congratulations! Imran, I hope that you will score well in your forthcoming public examinations!” said the Principal, handing over the medal to him.

“Thank you, sir.” He said, taking it, with tears in his eyes.

“Would you like to say a few words on this occasion to you friends and fellow classmates?” asked the surprised Principal, seeing him in tears.

He wiped off his tears with his handkerchief and went towards the mike.

“Hello, my dear friends, respected Principal and teachers, now, I would like to show you the entire boy behind this, my victory. The friend who changed my life for better. He is none other than my dear friend ‘Avinash’, without whose help I wouldn’t have reached so far.” Said Imran, “Infact, this medal should go to him and I request him to come on stage.”

Avinash went to the stage and holding his friend’s hand, he said: -

“No, my friend, this medal rightly belongs to you. You have earned it with your hard work! So you keep it!” he said.

Tears rolled down principals eyes too. He wiped it and got up and came to the mike and said: -

“My dear boys and girls, so far in my life, I have never come across such a thing! For the first time, I have seen the true friendship. I would like all you boys and girls to take the example of these two boys. I pray to the God to bless these two good friends!”

The End


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