Platform violence!

"I need to urgently learn some yoga, mom," I said with teary eyes.

"Short term?" mom asked me.

"What? Whatever! Short or long- but its for short temper for sure!"

When I told her how I had been getting irritated, losing my temper and arguing unnecessarily a lot lately, she said I need to be cool headed and that she'd look for someone to train me.

That was last week. Now I have changed my mind. This is Kalyug, dearies. And in Kalyug, a cool headed person who never gets angry is the one at the receiving end of all things bad.

Okay enough of blah blah-ing. Getting to what happened.

I was on my way home on Friday. Had a 1.5hrs joyride by train, keeping the noise of the chitter chatter of women away with my ear plugs. My station arrived (last stop for that train) and I hopped off it gleefully, humming to the tunes playing in my head. The platform was crowded and I walked quickly along the vacant edge till... till a man brushed past my side and walked away quickly. I saw that there was place for him to walk without bumping into me like that.

I was flaring up the next moment, biting my teeth hard. Like I always do with these bas****s, I hurried up to him and kicked him very hard on his ankle.

You tell me what an innocent man who got kicked on the ankle would do. Turn behind and.. react. Right? Well, this man, on being kicked, started walking faster. He did not even turn behind to look. With this, I was sure that his brushing was done on purpose. I decided to follow him for a few meters. I walked fast, never taking my eyes off him. Guess what I saw. He brushed his hand against a female's back and walked away like nothing happened while the young lady stood dumbstruck.

An already angry me was now in Kali mata avatar. I raced up to him, used all my strength and hit him HARD on his shoulder with a loud "AYYE!!!!" because if I kept quiet, the $@*&*# would run away for sure. He turned around. I started yelling at the cross-eyed pest loudly and a few (only a few... people are busy!) stopped to see god-knows-what. No one spoke. The jerk began to yell back at me, as if I was accusing him for something he had not done; but I knew I did not have to listen to him and I kept releasing my energy with my yelling. Soon, a few college going boys appeared and started shouting at the man aloud. That is when the man became silent and began to backtrack. The boys managed to shoo him away without creating too much of a scene.

"What happened, ma'am?" one of them asked me.

Aah! That is when I actually saw who the boys were. My lovely students. The boys were my students and their friends :) On that crowded platform, the only ones who came to help me fight a jerk were my dear students, even when they did not know what exactly had happened.

If I were a cool headed, calm person who tolerated crap happening in front of my eyes, that jerk would've unhesitatingly touched and felt up a few more unsuspecting young women that day.

"Some people are alive only because it is illegal to kill them." Such truth, I tell you!
If yoga is going to help me keep calm in tense situations, I rather not practise it. I should use my time to learn kick boxing instead.