I set out of my place to a friend’s. The hours were hurriedly changing. Not afar was a change in the calendar leaves. It was 10 in the night. I was on the roads on feet making to a bus stop. 3 guys were coming from the opposite. They didn’t look heavily drunk to me. When the group was beside me, the chap in the middle of their file struck a blow behind my head and said ‘Chal, Chal’ (move, move). This being the first time that such an incident happened, I wanted to wash the scum then and there. I turned around and wanted to beat the crap out of that person. The person nearest to me turned and apologetically said ‘Chod, ja’ (leave, go). There was no sorry attached, barring in the tone which was mild. As I silently turned back the aggressor again advanced and said ‘kya re’ (What?). Blood rushed through my veins. My next action surprised me and on which I pondered for hours later to come. I had shown my back and moved away. On my transit I wondered whether it was fear that gripped me or was sense that threw the odds 3-1. My anger at times boiled when I pressed the idea that it was fear. As I reached my friend’s, I made an attempt to forget the event that occurred an hour back. My attempt was successful enough. The night was of fun and frolic. When I set back at around 8, I continued on the trails of the event and made attempts to understand my true nature. I never do shy from the rightful for self or others. I am not afraid of getting hurt as I generally willingly put in dives while playing sports. I slept by around 9 out of physical fatigue. When I rose to have lunch the thoughts were clearer and justifiable. I have been practicing Yoga for some time now. It has eased a lot of aggression and imbibed rationality in me, which I reckon I can fell as well. On later thought analysis I believe my action was personally speaking right. Life has no retakes and it is not a Salman Khan movie. If you don’t like something, change it; If you can’t change it, live by it.
