"Today you die, bloody swine today you die", Singh, a classmate of mine, fired back at me as he hurried out of class limping badly, visibly sobbing. I remained planted where I was.. I made the biggest mistake of my school life... I attacked one of the leading members of the biggest bullying gang of the school...Yet, It was so tempting. I was quietly reading my book; he came, ruined my concentration and tried to steal my pocket money. I lost my temper immediately and acted without thinking.
Then I seated myself quietly, though knowing all present classmates were staring at me, opened my storybook and again lost myself in my imaginary world of vampires, vampaneze, war generals and so on.. forgetting the incident in just a matter of few minutes.
The bell rang for the the long 45-min break. My friends invited me to play football with them. It was in the middle of a heated match, that finally Singh made his appearance.. and to say, I had forgotten completely about that guy.. He brought along his gang of bullies; at least 25 guys, younger, older, some even of my own age..
I remained intact for a few instants. My human instinct immediately told me to run away as far as I could and head directly for the rector's office. I was about to do so. But there was something else.. Muslim blood ran in my veins. Muslims are not supposed to run away from the enemy.. I weighted my options.. If I head for the head office, I escape the attack, But they would settle the scores on the streets after school and the beating would be worse.. If I stay, I get beaten badly, since all odds were strictly stacked against me.
Real men never run away.. I made my peace with my situation, looked for some weapons. Besides, I always relished the idea of a fight but anything would be better than bare hands against a whole gang. I found nothing. My attackers were still several meters away. I looked at the leading man..Singh.. How dare he bring a gang to blow the wind out of a single guy?? .. Bloody coward..
I took out my full of sweat T-shirt, tightened my belt around my trousers and readied myself.. They may have come for bullying, but since I made my mind to stay, I was in an aggressive mood. Its hurt or get hurt. Heart pounding, muscle tensing, like a raging bull going after a pack of wolves, I charged, to the leading man…AGAIN!!
P.s: You must be thinking where the heck was the teacher when we fought in the first paragraph, right??..Well, there was no teacher since the latter was absent..
