Yesterday was not one of my good days. Probably it went bad because I had to run a good 50m in the morning to catch the bus. But I digress.
I was upset with some events at work, late in the evening. In hindsight, it was not required but anyway, it happened.
So I was returning home with some negative energy. And since yesterday was 'kaanum pongal' the area around Vandalur Uyir College (for those of who not well versed in Madras tamizh, its Vandalur Zoo) witnessed MASSIVE traffic jam. A stretch of hardly 100m took us 50 minutes!
Effectively, my bus reached B'Ngr around 8.50 PM. The driver was also not in that great a mood I guess, coz he stopped a bit in the middle of the road. So when I got down, I found a car headed towards me in the gap between the bus and the end of the road. Though it stopped before hitting me, his act of trying to squeeze into the gap kinda blew me away.
As is my wont on such occasions, I gave the fellow THE FINGER.
He was quite stunned. And he gave me a muted finger back, but then I was almost near his window. So he got his window down and asked me as to why I gave him the finger. I told him that his attempt in squeezing through was going to injure me and so I did what I did.
He then started rattling off a series of words that I will not publish here. I gave him back a bit by asking to shut up and F* off. I started walking away. He continued his tirade of the F word with various prefixes and suffixes. Tried calling me back. But I just kept walking.
Some 10 or 20 metres after I walked, I again heard his voice and turned back. The chap had come back in his car, driving on the wrong side. He parked his car in a diagonal manner, kinda making it look like he was cutting off my path.
He got down and headed towards me with a very angry face. Again started off saying things. Like 'what do u think u r doing?' 'u don't know me' 'i will smash ur f*ing face' and the lot.
Luckily, the guy was not big or anything. He was an average 40 year old. Probably Bengali or Oriya. He wasn't taller than me too. So my confidence was quite high. I may not have been able to whack him down if it got down to a fist fight. But I would surely have not gone down without causing considerable damage to him.
Anyways, I didn't retaliate or anything. I had a good face off with him at a nose to nose distance of probably 6 inches. I told him to just keep going. Pointed him to his seat in the car and repeated the statement - "Just keep going". I then moved away from his face and started walking home.
I looked back to see if he was still pursuing me or something, but nothing of that sort happened. I saw him get into his car and I didn't bother to look back after that.
Even after I reached home and was feeding Jimmy his usual quota of rusk, I was looking out for that guy.
So a pretty good way to end a day eh?
1 comment:
OK. Here's what you do. All you need to do is go out and buy one of those awesome Walther PPK lookalike guns, that the half-ass people in TV soaps use. They are available in all the duty free shops. In such an encounter, all you need to do is to tell the other contestant, "Shetha Oru Nimisham Irukkaela?" and reach into the bag and pull this out. He's not going to know that it is fake. After that you can pretty much get him to do what you want.
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