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So this is something I had experienced in class 11. It was a sunny autumn day, and I had just returned from school. I freshened up and ate my lunch in a hurry. Then I drew the curtains, and sat before the computer, all set to watch the movie.
It was Kill Bill Volume 1, a movie by Quentin Tarantino. It was the first Tarantino movie I had watched, followed by Pulp Fiction, Inglourious Basterds, and others. From the first second of the opening credits, I got a hunch that this would be a different experience. The hair on my arms slowly began to lift up.
When Beatrix Kiddo, played by Uma Thurman, single-handedly took down two men immediately after waking up from a coma, I felt that chill down my spine. The power and agency given to one supposedly weak woman thrilled me to my bones. Until then I had rarely seen any other media depicting women in such a dangerous and strong light.
The idea of a female assassin who was out to take revenge for her lost baby seared my senses like a sharp needle. Well, there was something so cool about it (not that I thought of becoming an assassin myself). It kind of told me that when you are driven and patient enough, what you seek will inevitably come to you.
What appealed to me most though was this frightening woman’s fighting skills. I mean, is it really possible to possess that freakish kind of power, I thought to myself. So that is how I began to long for at least a fraction of that amazing physical power and fighting techniques, and got inspired by a movie to join martial arts.
So yeah, in the next couple of months I found myself searching for a karate dojo in my neighborhood. I signed up for the first one I found. My parents were a little doubtful about it, and also attempted to discourage me. Other relatives also scoffed at the idea, some even claiming that I am not capable. But I was determined, with an iron conviction.
I joined a Kyokushin Karate class, and immediately fell in love with the routine of exercises, fighting stances, punches, kicks, and so on. I realized how much physical activity excites me. It brought energy to my sagging school days. It was also the first time that I felt truly confident about myself.
It’s been over 6 years that I have been learning Kyokushin Karate. I can confidently claim that when nobody stood beside me in my quest for physical strength and fighting prowess, the story of Kill Bill was there as a gleaming light of inspiration.
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