Well, today I found cocks are also used for a colloquial sport called "Cock Fighting". Its as simple as letting 2 cocks to fight in a place and tear each other apart with spectators (mostly humans) applauding and cheering. Some people are lucky to even earn a few rupees by laying bets on the cocks, much like cricket betting. Cricket betting has been the theme of a couple of hit movies. Well, the difference in case of cocks is that you cant 'fix' a match as in cricket, even if you tried to, cocks wont get what you speak, even if they knew your language they wouldn't do such thing for money, and even if they did it, there are no shopping complexes for cocks, to spend the money. So, cocks wont agree to fix the match. Today I accidentally landed at a place on the city outskirts with my friend, who had just taken a ride to an alien place. My cellphone showed just one network bar and that showed the remoteness of the place. Stopping over by a large ground with a group of people gathering around something, we noticed there was some exciting thing going on there. It was the cock fighting tournament in action, with people shouting and cheering as if India was going to win the world cup.
"Haven't seen anything like this before, have any idea?" my friend squeaked from behind. I had pushed myself a little forward to have a view of the thing. "Me too, man what kinda sport is this? And why the heck are the people shouting?" We waited for all this to end. Well it did end and even much before I'd expected. A big man came out with people following him, as if he was the mayor distributing iphones in a slum. He was distributing money in return for tickets to those following him. Within a few minutes people had stopped surrounding him and he was now alone counting money and occasionally glancing at other people. Meanwhile, some others had clung to refreshment stalls selling local junk food.
My friend walked towards him like an FBI officer does in Hollywood movies. "Excuse me sir, I want to know about all this happening here." he delivered in a slow monotonous tone, enough loud to make the man put his money into his pocket and turn back to answer. "Are you press guys?" "No. Do we look like the press?" we said in unison. "Well how do I confirm?" "We have no cams, nor microphones. We are just students, here's my id" I said. Well now, I could do anything to know about this stuff. The big man now smiled, and explained the system to us in short. Well I didn't keep my words of not being the press. I am writing this in my blog and I'm definitely doing what the press does.
People bet money on the cocks and they even have named the cocks as in horse races. If the cock wins then the guys who had placed the bet get good money, else they go back home and hide their faces from their moms. This isn't a new sport as the big man said. This has been around since years, well it was only your luck that would decide whether you'll win. Intuition wont let you go far...
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