Royal Thomian Fights
At the first fight I was happy cause I could get some photos. Then the miscreants see me taking photos and decide to start a second fight. With me. Next thing I know Blue has me in a headlock and his weak friends are on me, knocking my glasses into the next row. He’s like – ‘Gimme the camera, gimme the camera’ and I’m like ‘No’. Actually, I’m like ‘Mmmmmaaaahh’ cause my head is in a fucking headlock. Stories are all I have and I’m not sure that they understand how much beating it would take for me to give that up. I put my hand on my pocket and let them sucker punch me all they want. They’re never getting the camera, so some dumbass decides to go for my wallet. By go for my wallet I mean, grabs my pocket and rips the entire trouser leg off. Then my cousin figures out it’s me at the bottom of the scrum and him and Chikky extract my head like popping a cork. Now Blue’s Clues can’t touch me and I agree to delete the photos, which is bullshit. Standing with your ass out, however, isn’t much of a negotiating position. What follows are some details on getting your ass kicked at a Royal Thomian match. I have no idea who won.
Fight No 1, before I got involved
Firstly, these things aren’t so much fights are rugger scrums. No one will punch you while standing, or even look at you in the eye. It’s just a numbers thing, and Taz (cousin) tells me they’re all too cowardly to fight one-on-one. In my case I was up in the stands trying to get an angle, way too far from my friends to have any support. I see Blue get faché and try to back away, but there are too many strewn chairs and shit for me to get out in time. Blue clocks me and grabs for my camera, but I tuck it away in time. Now, he’s got me in a headlock and his Royalist friends arrive to generally beat on me. I have a good crotch shot, but I don’t see any benefits to escalating the thing. As it is, they’re not hurting me so much as shoving me around. Part of me is actually more worried about the extra toothbrushing this’ll take to get my trainers clean. One inteprid fellow lands a good one on my jaw, which is admirable in that I’m in a fucking headlock. Pain doesn’t register and I actually feel strangely calm. I can’t move and I’m not hurt, so I’m really just sitting it out and concentrating on keeping all my digital appendages attached to my body. Just waiting for the scrum to shove downstands a little so Taz can bail me out.
They can’t get the camera, so Blue and his boys are just patting me down for whatever. Some bugger gets the idea to grab something, so he grabs my wallet through the cloth and rips straight down. I remember wondering as to whether I had clean boxers and matching socks, and then feeling relieved that I did. That’s why it’s always important to think of your sock color in the morning. They were brown, which kinda clash with white shoes, but I was wearing a Moroccan T-Shirt and Linen so I think it worked. I guess I wouldn’t have worn blue boxers if I’d known I’d be showing my posterior to the entire stands. Um, anyways.
Taz figures out what’s happening and he’s like shit, cause Jit (me) is the last person you’d expect in the fight. He’s like ‘You’ve got the wrong guy! You’ve got the wrong guy’. Actually, I am the right guy, but only Blue knows that and the other guys kinda back off. Then Taz and Chikky pull me out and I’m safe. Check that I’m not flashing any tackle (truly a blessing) and wonder how the fuck I got here. The guys punching me have, btw, visited my Loku Amma’s house and their parents probably know mine. Now I’m down by the fence, near the cops but Blue is still rushing me. I can tell that Taz is this close to clocking him, so I’m like, no, no I’ll delete the photos. Keep the camera in my hand and delete the shots he wants, sneaking a couple through. Then I get my wallet back and Mahangu somehow finds my glasses. Should really wear contacts to these things. Or sports goggles and a fucking helmet. My head feels OK and I’ve got all my shit back. Neck is all indian-burned, Oi. Then I get Mahangu and Scourge to pose for a picture, posted above. The cop was laughing too. That was pretty much the end of that. Walk all the way through the Royal Thomian with my scrawny ass on parade. Get in the car, find fresh pants, write this, and now I’m going back out.
Oh, and just for the record, there’s another story that actually means a lot to me. This is emabarassing to everyone involved, but it’s important. When I was little we just bounced back to SL for vacations and I was kinda clueless. One time I was at Loku Amma’s and I did a No 2, only to find that there was no toilet paper. Really confused, but I kid you not, my cousin came in and washed my ass. Say what you want but that, in my opinion, is one of the noblest things a person can do. If you don’t believe me watch the last episode of Sex and The City, the part where I cried. When you get sick or old or in other situations where you can’t wipe your own ass, that’s when you know who your friends are. So, I’d like to thank my cousin Taz and Chikky for bailing me out, as well as Mahangu,Scourge and Suranga for keeping people offa me and finding my wallet and glasses when I couldn’t walk into the stands no more. Also Sophist for checking if I had all my teeth. When I got home Amma laughed at me, especially when I turned around.
Also for the record, stories are what I live for, so kicking my ass only helps me out. You can’t, however, take my camera.
If I’d given my camera I think he would have deleted all my photos, and there were some shots that I really cared about. They are of people, so tell me if you want them taken down.
Overexposed, but one of my favorites. Boy looks very sweet, nah?
Me and Harini (friend) in happier times, before she saw my legs
I also have the greatest before-and-after photos ever of Mahangu and his girl (not posted). Woulda broke my heart to lose them. The shots I had to delete were good, one a guy getting it right in the chest. The coarse emotion on the faces was priceless. Gnu tells me people worry about getting exposed in the papers, and I understand, but I feel this weird compulsion to record and share stuff that I can’t stop. I almost think it’s important, though I do sincerely regret any feelings I hurt. And pants I lose in the process.
Note: I’m writing this like I won some dignity, but in hard fact I got my ass kicked, didn’t fight back, and left the stadium with half of my trousers missing
Full Royal Thomian Photo Gallery
I want to visit my friend in China before he comes back. Free place to crash and all. So, I applied for a visa to China, from Colombo. I’m not sure I’ll get it, but this is process to at least apply. For official but incomplete info, check out the 
The Mahavamsa (a history of Sri Lanka) is full of conflicts between generals and kings. Usually, the more bloodthirsty and unscrupulous would win. Our current (elected) ruler Mahinda Rajapaksa has had his own general conflicts, namely with one Sarath Fonseka. In the old days Fonseka would have staged a coup, as in literally try to cut of Mahinda’s head, and Mahinda would – if that failed – tie him to four elephants and split his parts asunder. Can’t do that shit anymore. Instead Fonseka ran for office and lost and Mahinda tossed him in jail.
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I can’t believe imagine how u manage to keep your cool amidst the whole drama ?!? But I’m sure that you like “Yaaaay !!! Me got interesting stuff to post on me next blog” :) Btw. them pants are badly torn…freaky !!
oopsss…even I can’t make out what I scribbled…..Sleep posting :(
[...] Update: Indi has a first hand account of a Royal Thomian fight (amazing bravery on his part) At the first fight I was happy cause I could get some photos. Then the miscreants see me taking photos and decide to start a second fight. With me. Next thing I know Blue has me in a headlock… [...]
“Then I get Mahangu and Scourge to pose for a picture, posted above. ……”
why is tagged as the unnamed blogger above?! :p
haha hilarious…typical big match scene…good stuff :)
oh well, some people have all the fun. i barely got drunk this time :-(
Well done. Who is the sexy beast now?!
Nothing beats the Roy – Tho – read http://www.lanka.net/royal/colonial.html.
she, in addition to lookin refined, looks kinda bothered somehow. understandable too, its always too hot and there’s always too many people, especially way too many drunk boys.
like the one of you, gu and scourge
gogrgeous harini. :) she never saw your legs babe, she missed the fight and came back in once you’d left already me thinks. so you might still have the faintest chance in hell. :p
you were brave indi, very brave indeed. and i’m sorry, but it WAS kinda funny and i can say that guiltlessly now that we’re sure you aren’t dead/traumatized for life.
i think its quite stupid getting into fights and all, but anyway, its all part of the roy tho…you sure need to do something about em legs of yours! haha. good thing you wore boxers for the match huh….
mmmm shanes with a pretty girl i see.lol (pic 4).what? cant i admire god’s creations?
ADO HUTHTHO!, fight eke’ photos delete karanne’ nethnam eta deken umbawa amba gahaka ellanawa!…
Much love,
BLUE
PS – Weda (taz) and Chiky are sooo cool! (and sexy too…)
woo hoo… yeah baby… go royal..
absolute thriller. don’t think i’ve actually watched that much of the actual cricket in years. also figured out that my brain works much better than what i give it credit for while being soaked in alcohol, cuz i was pretty damn accurate with counting down the required runs and the number of overs left. (even with the now infamous fight happening right next to us.) :D
excellent indi. i dunno which is being more brave, clinging on to the camera while being hammered or hangin around a bunch of drunk thomians sans your pants :) (oh com’on, i’m allowed ONE lame thora joke right?)
Indi – at the time I saw them jumping you machan I coudln’t believe my eyes. I thought they had you because you were just standing around and were an easy target because the rest of were looking a bit intimidating. But when I found out why they were doing what they were doing I would have joined in you numptie.
Next time don’t do it so goddam obviously. I nearly got my shirt torn.
IT WAS YOU!!
Din recognize…
heh… I was right there. Infact, I had to leave my beer and pull back some of our guys off the melee.
Anyway, I got the thing on VIDEO. (I suppose that is allowed)
One thing I can say is that coupla the guys who got in the fights are nothin but boru-shows.
By the time I got my beer back it was warm…
Was a great match, was great to see my cuz score a hundred. One more in the mustangs kiddo!
Last day SSC down (B1) was like a Lankan Bloggers and Flickrites Convention. Wasnt it?.
I’ll have my pics up soon…
I was pleasantly surprised to see this morning that half of fucking kottu had been there at the match on Saturday. Cracker match wasn’t it? Coming from a Thomian that’s a lot I suppose.
Walked all the way from Stables to OTSC and back with the broken leg during the lunch break. Never had used Old Reserve as a pain killer but I must say it works wonders. Now I am actually thinking of getting hammered before I go for physio-therapy once the plaster comes off!!!
Indi…..umm…looking at those legs you and a Bic razor would have gone places if you ever went to STC!! Dude, that’s a compliment!
This is a quote from the Walla which explains where the whole thing started,
“He said Thora ponnaya. So I said Royal ponnaya. This went on about ten times and then he hit me.”
- Thing1 to Thing2 at the Royal-Thomian on Saturday 11th March, 2006, when the latter enquired what started the fight that had lead to about hundred people beating each other up. (Reported by Thing2).
indi: removed real names to protect ppl from google, etc
Weird how you still recognise people even when you can’t see their faces. For example, that chap in the adidas cap in the top pic, now I’d say that was [edit's] nut! Can see [edit] in the pic and possibly what looks like [edit]‘s head, and [edit] in the background, and whom I think is rowing [edit] in the back of the other.
Nice to see everyone is still alive :)
Looks like you weren’t on the wrestling team in high school, huh?
I’ve never been in a fight or hit anyone in anger
Hey Indi, would you happen to have any pics of the winning runs being scored or the crowd running in after the victory? Better still a video clip? I was meaning to do it myself but a phone camera can do only so much. (The alcohol, general state of euphoria and the fact that I was in the crowd myself didn’t help the cause either.) I went through the full gallery but couldn’t find any. If you do have ‘em could you please post a few. (Btw, Electra’s looking quite the chic aint she, heh heh.)
Good work son…
[...] Now, most people reading blogs are doing it for dramatic pleasure. My friends and family may like to see pictures of me happy, but casual visitors are more interested if I’m getting my ass kicked, fighting with Morquendi, or not getting laid. My most tangible memories of this site are fights, flamewars and general disasters. This isn’t a choice as much as a natural property of human attention that drama has evolved to exploit. Drama is, essentially, an artificial representation of life such that you can fit it in an amphitheatre. Modern technology, however, makes it possible to watch life itself – hence the popularity of Reality TV, blogs, etc. The stories are a bit messier, but they still succeed or fail as dramas. [...]
[...] Most people reading blogs are doing it for dramatic pleasure. My friends and family may like to see pictures of me happy, but casual visitors are more interested if I’m getting my ass kicked, fighting with Morquendi, or not getting laid. My most tangible memories of this site are fights, flamewars and general disasters. This isn’t a choice as much as a natural property of human attention. Drama has evolved to exploit the bends of human attention, and its lessons apply just as much online. Drama is, essentially, an artificial representation of life such that you can fit it in an amphitheatre. Modern technology, however, makes it possible to watch life itself – hence the popularity of Reality TV, blogs, etc. The stories are a bit messier, but they still succeed or fail as dramas. [...]
[...] Personally, I do my best to avoid buggery. Always have done. At last year’s Big Match, Indi was not so lucky. And so, with this year’s Royal Thomian weekend looming ever closer (8th,9th, 10th of March), I decided to protect the structural integrity of my posterior by paying off the Trishaw Mafia. I bought a t-shirt, thus clearly establishing myself as a morally redundant heterosexual. Here’s the t-shirt I bought: [...]
LOLOLOL! :D
(sorry, I do this on old posts sometimes)