Ravi And The Movies

He squirmed and he twitched,

Seeing his hero take a hit,

He felt an enmity towards the oppressor,

Ravi wished to see him drown in pigeon shit

Nonchalant he was to the fate of the extras,

Be it on the side of good or bad,

All he wanted to see, eagerly I might add,

For the hero to kick the villain’s arse

Such was the impact of movies on Ravi,

That all he did was watch them all day,

Forsaking his school, his homework and his studies,

His eyes were glued to the TV, without sway

Bordering on adulthood he was, 

With an underdeveloped mind,

His peers made fun of him,

And he vowed revenge on their kind

He couldn’t wait to be big and strong,

And to fight his way through problems,

Rocky and Shiva, even the great thalaiva,

Would be left behind like bread crumbs

Then one fine day, when practising Bruce Lee’s kick,

His father called him loudly,

His anger was easy to ignore,

but Ravi pissed his pants seeing his father this rowdy

He prayed vehemently for one of his idols to save him,

To his utter annoyance, no one appeared,

He realised then he was alone,

Like Pushpa, he swiped his unseen beard

A war cry escaped his lips,

To carry him through this time,

A single touch of the stick, well,

Had him running and grovelling like slime 

The beating that day,

And many more that followed,

Made him forget his dreams and fancies,

Now Ravi is like any other man, his soul, his mind all hollowed