Once upon a time, I took up Karate.
And no, I didn’t do so because I watched too many Bruce Lee’s movie.
Although the Korean Fighter in the Wind might have worked wonders; it’s highly stylized moves and all.
Nope; as is usually the case, I joined the College’s Karate Club since a female student I was attracted had signed up earlier.
I managed to get to the first rung (Green belt) and then decided that Karate was not for me.
And the female student had also given up anyway.
I managed to nonetheless participate – if you call losing in the first round as such – in an inter-Karate-club tournament and it was fun while it lasted.
And then, one of my friends convinced me to take up Silat instead.
I have always been cynical and have this vision that Silat equals Mantras equals I don’t wanna be there.
(Blame this on P Ramlee's "Pendekar Bujang Lapok." Heh.)
He said there was nothing of that kind of shit and the one he’s joining is all physical, typical martial arts type.
Against my better judgement, I joined.
Lo and behold, the “class” was held at night and in open field.
While there was no Mantras – at least in the stage I went in – we did have lime juice eye drops to "clear our vision".
The way the class was conducted was also different in that while my Karate sessions are filled with exercises to strengthen your physicality, the Silat had a lot of repeat techniques with a Partner in tow.
Did I go far?
Nahh…. As before I quit half way and so did my friend.
Why? We found it so bleeping hard to score with the female exponents with mosquitos buzzing around even as we practice the moves.
I’m contended with reading about Matt "Daredevil" Murdock karate chopping the baddies and the occasional kungfu movies.
Selamat Hari Malaysia everyone.
Let’s not Kuntau each other, shall we?
Remember, martial arts are for self defence and also, looking cool.