Adventures of the Fatman - Vol 1 , Issue 1. "Fatman can act too"

I’m starting a new series called Adventures of the Fatman, as you can read the heading. Fatman being my brother, who is no longer fat, but since he was christened Fatman when he was fat, the name still goes on. These series will be events and adventures in the life of Fatman, as he battles the world, eats, sleeps, goes to college, talks to girls, watches football, battles the world again, eats, talks to girls and eats again. These might be real life incidences in Fatman’s life or might be some beautiful fiction born in my mind.

Fatman can act too :

My brother is not a dramatic. He can’t act and he can’t lie, usually. Among the both of us you can expect me to do the foolish things in life which you’ve never heard of. He’s more of the balanced, organised and studious kinds in life, who will want to be good in front of the teachers and do the class assignments and not be late in class. So when he pulled of this incident everyone in our house was dumbfounded.

School is a strange place. When you are in it, you want to get out of it and when you are out of it, you miss the life, the friends, the games but of course not the studies. Most of us get roughened up at the school playground, and this is what happened to my Fatman. He was a flabby kid, fat to be specific. Always there in the team but he last one to be picked up as a substitute. But he was persistent. One such hot afternoon, during the recess, while playing basketball someone knocked him over and he fell down. If it were any other normal day he would have gotten up and joined the game again, but this time I think the fall was a bit harder and he took some more time to get up. In the meantime, the other kids swarmed around to see what had happened whereas Fatman was still taking his time to “heal up”, curious sounds of “are you fine”, “hey are you ok” started shooting at him and suddenly an idea struck him.

He closed his eyes and continued on lying down. Soon the entire playground was around him trying to figure out what happened and wake him up. But our man had decided, I’m not going to wake up lets see what happens. The next four periods are boring, I have not done my homework and I’m tired of being a good boy anyway. Two punes came along to see what happened, splashed some water on his face, picked him up after which he showed some signs of consciousness. They took him to the Fathers office after that, where supposedly the father knew a lot about how to handle such situations. Fatman was asked to lie down for a while and given something to drink. After an hour or so when Fatman had his share of sleep and rest, he got up and said “I’m fine now father, don’t feel so sick anymore”. Father does a check-up and tells him “Son, your blood is very thin, that’s why you fainted. You should drink more water”. Fatman smirks, says “Ok Father” and runs away.

This month Fatman was featured as Ruud Van Nistelrooy’s fan of the month, on a website, check it out over here.