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- I started boxing at the age of 12. But I've never been in an actual match. It's hard having Indian parents and an overprotective coach. But one day, I mustered the courage to confront my coach in a firm, bold manner.
- POW
- Oh, come on! I'm here every morning and every weekend working. Please! Please I beg! I really want to! Please!
- I jumped with joy. It was finally my time to prove my worth. I went home and decided to tell my mom. This was going to be the hard part.
- Coach Lewsley, I think I wanna get into the ring...
- Yeah, no. I don't think your ready.
- Alright! Well...I don't know. I guess I could work you in for 3 months from now. Training starts tomorrow.
- Uh-oh. Not a good sign.
- No, no! I'm really good. Coach Lewsley said he could train me and let me put in the work. I promise, Ma. I'll be fine.
- Hey Ma! Guess what! Coach Lewsley said I could get into an actual boxing match.
- What. My golgappu is going to get hurt. No way.
- Also, if I am not ready in time, you can pull me out of the match as quick as a pot on a stove
- Yes! Don't worry at all. I may have the brains of a squirrel, but I never lose in a competition.
- Fine. But if you aren't prepared, I am never letting you do this again.
- Coach Lewsley had changed. His competitive way of running things turned on like a light bulb. It was clear he was being aggressive to put me back in shape. If I wanted to win this thing, I knew I had better get to work.
- YOU WANNA BE A BOXER? YOU'RE GONNA BE TREATED LIKE ONE.
- SHUT UP AND GET TO THE BAG.
- Did I do something wrong?
- Hey Coach Lewsley!
- Coach Lewsley took me to my first meeting. It was to see my opponent. This meeting could go as smooth as butter as long as I kept my cool. I reminded myself to keep the eyes on the trophy. Coach Lewsley and I both knew getting mad at competition was not the right way to start a match.
- It was pressure at first. I didn't know how to handle the yelling. Everyday was a repeat.
- DO YOU WANT THIS OR NOT? WHEN I SAY JAB, JAB THE DANG BAG!
- Ai-yah!
- I got the hang of it after a few days. The words, "Train like a robot. Fight like a robot. Become the robot," echoed inside of me. I would go home to ice baths in my shower. That would end up being the enjoyable time of the day. There was no time for rest. Focus was key.
- YES! YES, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE! BLOCK!
- Okay, Mr. Confident! I think that's him in the distance!
- Ready to meet this guy?
- More than ready.
- I think I jinxed myself. Did I? Oh, no! What if I slip and fall? What if he's 6ft 4 and muscular? What if I have to cancel the match?
- It was time to bring home the trophy. All the training came down to this.
- Alright then. You're gonna be eating dust. Bring it on!
- Hey! I'm Subha! What's your na-
- Skip the small talk. I got places to be. Hope you're in shape for the match. Skinny punches won't cut it.
- The disrespect he gives! Oh, it's on now!
- We both exchanged body shots and blocked jabs. For every cross he sent, I responded with a jab. He punched me in the chest. The pain was intolerable. I was close to collapsing.
- Look in a mirror!
- QUIET! We'll settle this in the match.
- Let's see about that, stick!
- After what seemed to be hours, I finally hit him in the nose. He stumbled back and ended up on the floor. I was about to release myself onto his helpless body. However, the referee beat me to his spot and started to count. He then lifted up a red card.
- Hey Ma. I just wanted to let you know the match is tomorrow. I wanted to seek your feedback and know if you still want me to continue with the match.
- You have my blessings, Subha. I saw the hard work you put in and I know you're ready. Don't worry! I'll be in those bleachers cheering alongside with you.
- Thanks, Ma.
- You got this, Subha!
- Yes, sir!
- BRING IT HOME!
- I want a clean match. If I see any funny business, I will pull you all out. Am I understood?
- Ai-yah! Untz!
- 1-2-3-4-5-6-7! Out. Red Card. Red side wins!
- Yes!
- Who's the loser now!
- Excitement filled my veins. I saw my mother smiling at me and my Coach winking at me. I have never felt happier knowing my hard work paid off.
- Whoo! That's my boy!
- Right side wins!
- I smiled eagerly like an eight-year old meeting a puppy. My love for boxing had been solidified. There was no turning back now.
- Subha, you did great!
- Thank you, Ma! I couldn't have done it without your support.
- By: Subha Sundaram
- Of course! I'll let you two be!
- If you don't mind, Ms. Shalini, I would like to take Subha out for a walk.
- The 7 Seconds
- I BECAME THE STORM.
- MY TRAINING MADE ME A DIFFERENT BREED. ONE THAT WOULD STOP AT NOTHING TO ACHIEVE VICTORY.
- THE BLOOD VESSELS IN MY EYES WOULD POP FROM EXCESSIVE TRAINING. MY BODY ACHED AS I TOOK A BREAK. I WOULD NO LONGER RUN FROM THE STORM OF MY OBSTACLES.
- No, no buddy! That was all you. Let's go on a walk. I wanna teach you something
- Hey Coach! Thanks so much for your help.
- What are we waiting for then? Let's go!
- The next...?
- Great! As long as you know the method. You ready for the next one?
- Tournament! You didn't think we were going to stop the grind after only one, did you?
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