"Did You Miss Me ?" ~ Professor Moriarty.
The man needs no introduction and if you need me to tell you who the person is, you're probably living under a rock!
I'm writing after a long time and before you curse me for it, I just need to say that I have a valid reason. No, it's not because of the "I was busy with studies" bullshit. The reason is much more genuine. I had, what they call, A Writer's Block! In simple terms, I ran out of ideas and was too much of a wimp to write about everyday nonsense!
You might have perceptions as to what the contents ahead are, and you might think that I might write strongly about something in a Rage! That's basically the opposite of what I'm doing. You'll know what I'm talking about in a few moments!
I come from a relatively small town called Jamshedpur and the life there is more or less laid-back with people who are usually cool. I had never seen a bone-chilling encounter of people threatening to call all their contacts in the underworld just because of a gentle nudge on the road . Thus, it was a new experience for me when I came to Kolkata for the first time at a young age and saw rickshaw-wallas ,who had more attitude than car drivers, having near-death fights on the road!!
With all the innocence that a young, fluffy, short kid has, I asked him that why was he so frustrated at the entire human race? With a look of confusion on his face, he looked at me and then my mother and seeing that even she had a questioning glance, he said that this is how life is for him and I got my first true taste of this metropolitan city.
There were a lot of these incidents since then and I was usually the third party, or rather the observer in these gatherings. These entertainments gave me the time of my life and I was the one who always chanted "Fight, Fight,Fight" from the back.
However, when you're involved in these things in the first person, things change a lot. My body is my assurance of not being afraid in these fights but they sure are stressful. They made me realize just one thing. The people in this city have a lot of pent up rage! They don't usually find an outlet for this stored anger and it comes out in the most stupid ways.
When I talk about expulsion of rage in the most stupid ways, certainly the dumbest ones always involve a bus and a bus conductor. The story also involves a dunder-headed customer who doesn't want to give just an extra 2 rupees just because it's against his principles. You know what, sometimes I just feel like saying Fuck your Principles and Fuck you and I'm almost about to say it. Do you know what I do? I do the thing that a normal human being would do. I don't say it and Wow! What a magic trick!! There is no fight!!!
A close second, in my opinion, comes the rage when a driver blocks an entire road just because of a little cut that the other driver took and he didn't like it or when there is a somewhat serious issue of a crash! I get it, you are angry because your beat-up 1800 C.E car was scratched and you are angry. Fine! Go to the nearest police station and lodge a freakin complaint! No need to waste the time of others BUT NO . The person needs to cause a roadblock so that he can have some entertainment in his sad and uneventful life.
Coming to an interesting little event that happened today: Our classes were over in the usual time and 7 of us decided to take a little food detour before going home and all of us were game. Two of them had to get a xerox and they went their way only to join us at the bakery. We (and by we here, I mean mostly I) ate up our fill and the guy with the most number of treats left in his balance paid for our food. Yeah!
After exiting, we felt the need of some dessert and again, I got a treat. It was really a lucky day for me! We finished our ice-creams and waited for the two people who had their xerox pending. They had previously gone two times to check on it but without result and the third time we saw that there was some confusion. Naturally, we went to see what had happened.
I don't know the entire story but it was something about the shopkeeper. He had goofed up big time and now he wanted money for the goofed up version too and also he was charging extra for the xerox of a single page than most of the other shops.
Remember A from Normal Teenage Stuff? He is the protagonist-cum-dunderhead of this story.
'A' is a man of principles and he cannot tolerate what is wrong. You can believe the bullshit I've written about him because" Hey! Everyone should look perfect in my blog". Trying to help out a friend in need, he started talking to the shopkeeper and I did not hear a single word of what he said because I, along with another friend, was busy talking about something that seemed important at that time and weren't paying attention to the ordeal. After all, this was a simple case of xerox...
Boy! I was wrong! Due to the continuous talking and the extra "sweet" quality of his voice, the shopkeeper became angry at him and now insults were coming from both ends. I won't lie, I thought about chanting "Fight,Fight,Fight" but because, unfortunately, he was a dumb-ass friend of mine, I said nothing. As long as it was a war of words, it was cool with me and I didn't interfere but when the shop keeper, with his body shape of The Undertaker, got out of the store to hit him, we had to step in!
Fortunately, we didn't have to do any of the actual fighting because the mother of a friend present in that group stepped in and handled the situation graciously. We, on the other hand, had the job of keeping away 'A' from the shopkeeper. I'm actually now laughing remembering that scene.
Just Imagine, there is The Undertaker being talked to by a woman and the in front of him, a small kid with no muscle mass resisting the restraint and raring to fight that giant of a man!
Somehow, with lots of coaxing on our part and the scoldings to The Undertaker by Aunty brought an end to the fiasco and at the end of it we got Cold Drinks from Aunty for cooling us down (especially 'A') after the small incident.
I re-iterate the fact that the People of this city have a lot of rage just bubbling inside them, just looking for a chance to get it all out and You could be the next person to push them out of their line!
You Have Been Warned!
Thank You guys so much for reading and if you want to view my previous posts, just click on the blog archive button in the options and as always I will see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!
P.S: Here is a pic of me, drinking the mind cooling Cold-Drink provided by Aunty!!
The man needs no introduction and if you need me to tell you who the person is, you're probably living under a rock!
I'm writing after a long time and before you curse me for it, I just need to say that I have a valid reason. No, it's not because of the "I was busy with studies" bullshit. The reason is much more genuine. I had, what they call, A Writer's Block! In simple terms, I ran out of ideas and was too much of a wimp to write about everyday nonsense!
You might have perceptions as to what the contents ahead are, and you might think that I might write strongly about something in a Rage! That's basically the opposite of what I'm doing. You'll know what I'm talking about in a few moments!
I come from a relatively small town called Jamshedpur and the life there is more or less laid-back with people who are usually cool. I had never seen a bone-chilling encounter of people threatening to call all their contacts in the underworld just because of a gentle nudge on the road . Thus, it was a new experience for me when I came to Kolkata for the first time at a young age and saw rickshaw-wallas ,who had more attitude than car drivers, having near-death fights on the road!!
With all the innocence that a young, fluffy, short kid has, I asked him that why was he so frustrated at the entire human race? With a look of confusion on his face, he looked at me and then my mother and seeing that even she had a questioning glance, he said that this is how life is for him and I got my first true taste of this metropolitan city.
There were a lot of these incidents since then and I was usually the third party, or rather the observer in these gatherings. These entertainments gave me the time of my life and I was the one who always chanted "Fight, Fight,Fight" from the back.
However, when you're involved in these things in the first person, things change a lot. My body is my assurance of not being afraid in these fights but they sure are stressful. They made me realize just one thing. The people in this city have a lot of pent up rage! They don't usually find an outlet for this stored anger and it comes out in the most stupid ways.
When I talk about expulsion of rage in the most stupid ways, certainly the dumbest ones always involve a bus and a bus conductor. The story also involves a dunder-headed customer who doesn't want to give just an extra 2 rupees just because it's against his principles. You know what, sometimes I just feel like saying Fuck your Principles and Fuck you and I'm almost about to say it. Do you know what I do? I do the thing that a normal human being would do. I don't say it and Wow! What a magic trick!! There is no fight!!!
A close second, in my opinion, comes the rage when a driver blocks an entire road just because of a little cut that the other driver took and he didn't like it or when there is a somewhat serious issue of a crash! I get it, you are angry because your beat-up 1800 C.E car was scratched and you are angry. Fine! Go to the nearest police station and lodge a freakin complaint! No need to waste the time of others BUT NO . The person needs to cause a roadblock so that he can have some entertainment in his sad and uneventful life.
Coming to an interesting little event that happened today: Our classes were over in the usual time and 7 of us decided to take a little food detour before going home and all of us were game. Two of them had to get a xerox and they went their way only to join us at the bakery. We (and by we here, I mean mostly I) ate up our fill and the guy with the most number of treats left in his balance paid for our food. Yeah!
After exiting, we felt the need of some dessert and again, I got a treat. It was really a lucky day for me! We finished our ice-creams and waited for the two people who had their xerox pending. They had previously gone two times to check on it but without result and the third time we saw that there was some confusion. Naturally, we went to see what had happened.
I don't know the entire story but it was something about the shopkeeper. He had goofed up big time and now he wanted money for the goofed up version too and also he was charging extra for the xerox of a single page than most of the other shops.
Remember A from Normal Teenage Stuff? He is the protagonist-cum-dunderhead of this story.
'A' is a man of principles and he cannot tolerate what is wrong. You can believe the bullshit I've written about him because" Hey! Everyone should look perfect in my blog". Trying to help out a friend in need, he started talking to the shopkeeper and I did not hear a single word of what he said because I, along with another friend, was busy talking about something that seemed important at that time and weren't paying attention to the ordeal. After all, this was a simple case of xerox...
Boy! I was wrong! Due to the continuous talking and the extra "sweet" quality of his voice, the shopkeeper became angry at him and now insults were coming from both ends. I won't lie, I thought about chanting "Fight,Fight,Fight" but because, unfortunately, he was a dumb-ass friend of mine, I said nothing. As long as it was a war of words, it was cool with me and I didn't interfere but when the shop keeper, with his body shape of The Undertaker, got out of the store to hit him, we had to step in!
Fortunately, we didn't have to do any of the actual fighting because the mother of a friend present in that group stepped in and handled the situation graciously. We, on the other hand, had the job of keeping away 'A' from the shopkeeper. I'm actually now laughing remembering that scene.
Just Imagine, there is The Undertaker being talked to by a woman and the in front of him, a small kid with no muscle mass resisting the restraint and raring to fight that giant of a man!
Somehow, with lots of coaxing on our part and the scoldings to The Undertaker by Aunty brought an end to the fiasco and at the end of it we got Cold Drinks from Aunty for cooling us down (especially 'A') after the small incident.
I re-iterate the fact that the People of this city have a lot of rage just bubbling inside them, just looking for a chance to get it all out and You could be the next person to push them out of their line!
You Have Been Warned!
Thank You guys so much for reading and if you want to view my previous posts, just click on the blog archive button in the options and as always I will see you in the next post. Buh-Bye!
P.S: Here is a pic of me, drinking the mind cooling Cold-Drink provided by Aunty!!
You almost got me, feels solid when read. Keep it up man.
ReplyDeleteLove and cheers😁
Thanks monsieur. I appreciate it
DeleteSuch a phenomenal work. I mean its a true picture of our society today. We're all living on the edge. It just takes a little to trip us off.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? Guess we learn something new everyday!!
DeleteIf you had stepped into the hot fight , two of them would have been controlled by one only . There was no need of aunty in between...
ReplyDelete😂🤣
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