The following incident happened a week or two ago in Pune –
It was 10 minutes past 9 o clock in the night, I was just a short distance away from home, coming back from office. Suddenly an Indica cab (the ultimate threat/dadagiri machines on Indian roads) driver tried to overtake me from the right side where there was no room and a big cement divider on the right and gutter & sabziwalas on the left. He had to back off due to lack of room but in process of his hastiness and eagerness to overtake at any cost, he bruised my car’s right side bumper.
I got out of my car thinking that he has broken something in the back but relieved to see that it was a small bruise. Aahhhh …. I argued with him for a bit, he was youngish driver in his 20s. I was about to turn away and walk towards my car, suddenly couple of drunkards in their 40s appeared from nowhere and started arguing with me. I tried to remain calm as much as possible. By that time the Indica driver fled away.
I said to the drunkards -
Me – “Ok folks, he has left the place, what can we do, let's move”
One of the aggressive drunkard – “abbe &^%$*, kudhko kya &**^%% samazata kya etc. etc. etc. again *&^%&$”
Me – “arre boss, what happened? Did I say anything to you? Am not saying anything to you. He hit my car and fled away now, what’s the point in talking about it now?”
Drunkard – “again &^*%($* etc. etc.”
And by then local taporis (young gundas) staying nearby appeared in the scene. One of the aggressive ones scolded me, “arre shanya &*^%$ Is this how you speak to elderly people?”
Me –“What did I say? They are the ones talking here. Shall we go now, there is no use of arguing”
Again the local tapori –“ &*^$%#^#, khudko shana samazata hai. Gaadi se ghumata hai to shaan mar raha hai, jyada charabi chadhi hai kya”
Me – “???????? (What can I say now!!)”
(Pardon use of regional (hindi) language and use of "&*^$%" characters to reflect abusive words used. Intention is just to show how the conversation went).
And suddenly the tapori started hitting me. The things were going out of hand and obviously to defend myself, I also hit him back hard and that’s it. All people around me (his tapori friends, drunkards etc.) started hitting me heavily and I was beaten to the point that I just stood helpless there, thinking what else they can do. Anyway there was no one to help me or take my side there and the mob was just against me without any reason. My glasses were broken. After seeing that I am not reacting in any manner, they stopped. Couple of watchers (out of hundreds who gathered to watch the tamasha) approached and asked me to leave the place. I had no other option but to collect my nerve, start the car and leave the scene calmly. Fortunately, they did not hit the car or anything else. My face was swollen from one side, some blood on my hands – I was looking a bit like a boxer after the match or someone from the movie – “fight club” (not saying Brad Pitt
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Reality is, there are bustling flight clubs at every corner of the city, we just don’t notice it or as we are taught since childhood - we ignore it and continue to live a calm & peaceful life. I’ve experienced these kinds of brawls in the past, though I wasn’t directly a part of it or it was in the childhood so everything was a game.
The incident has not shaken me, not did cost much of a physical damage but the thoughts still linger in my mind -
- “What wrong did I do? Am I not supposed to drive my car and defend it in case of bullying by others? Was it because I had the bigger car out of the two? Should I always be submissive with head down so that they will not touch me? Or should I join karate classes or take up boxing? Build six packs and remove shirt before the fight so that they will be frightened?”
- “Is this the way the mob always is – and why? Is it their frustration? Anger? They seemed to enjoy the bullying and fighting since they were in groups, must have drank to their heart in the night, with recent brave accomplishment under their belt”
- “What’s the solution? – there is no point in police complaint, we all know how it goes. What am I expected to do – collect my friends and hit them back? Have powerful allies - make friendship with more powerful gundas so that next time I’ll be in better position? then what’s difference between them and us then? Violence is not the solution. Then Gandhigiri? – Giving flowers to them tonight for their brave act? And of course, forgetting it completely.”
- “How and when are they going to learn the lesson then? Isn’t there any decency remaining?”
- “Curse the country and the system?"
- Help in slum child education causes/initiatives? Hoping that if I am able to support and educate at least one kid from slums, that will help reduce violence from the world. Just doing a bit at my level
Well, all said and done, I am back to office the next day – experiencing same kind of traffic chaos, same indica cabbies, same 6 seaters, rickshaws and small bus-wallas breaking rules in all manners possible.
And as usual, I had my car’s window glasses rolled up, AC ON, and songs playing from music CD to eliminate all external noises and realities.
Back to the dream-world!!