The ambush

It was 8:56 pm when i got down on Kandivali station. I started walking fast as I wanted to reach gym as fast as possible. My gym closes at 10pm and I couldn't afford to waste time. I hate when I miss gym. I rushed home, threw my bag, changed my clothes, drank some water and left on my Activa to gym. (Listening to my mom yelling behind that I ought to take some rest and eat something.) I wore my helmet and rode off. I checked my watch it was already 9:15pm (45 mins to go ... I could still do legs ). 

I was just near my gym when it happened. A scooter came from opposite direction with no light, from wrong way and swished past me. It didn't touch luckily. I automatically braked and looked behind. There he was, a plump guy with big spectacles and no helmet on his head, the guy had the audacity to stare and give me a seething look when he was the one travelling in wrong direction. For a second I looked at him. He continued staring and giving me angry looks. I shouted " You are the one who is travelling in wrong direction with no headlight or helmet. Don't you dare look at me like that. Its your fault." He started speaking rubbish like "Dikhta nahi h ... Garmi chadhi h and all " ( Are you blind and ... umm ... I don't really think garmi chadhi h can be properly expressed in English :P) . Further conversations were all in Hindi but I will write it in English (Hindi conversation sounds way more cooler in such cases :P ). Back to story ...

I continued telling him "Its completely your fault, don't you talk to me like that." He got really annoyed. Got down from his scooter and walked up to me. He was a couple of inches tall and almost double my size (I am skinny so its easy to be double my size). And he started speaking abusive language and getting closer to me. I got down from my Activa and removed my helmet and went right up to him (In my gym compound). He continued " You could have hit my scooter .. ". I interrupted " Then it would have been your fault ..". He now started sizing me up and said " I will just slap you *** and you will just fall on your ass in that corner *** " and while he said he came really close to me nearly hit me. Luckily I was quick to anticipate. I hit on his head with my helmet. I think one of this tooth fell off. 

He got really annoyed and scratched me a little bit on my hand and lips while trying to get his hands on me and kept saying "Put down your helmet first ... ". By this time quite some people saw this going on. One of the gym security staff came running along with a gym clean up guy shouting "Leave him. He comes at our gym. I know him. You were wrong.". Another shout came from behind "First of all you are wrong and you are trying to scare him. He is completely innocent. Hey boy, just note down his no. Lets see what he can do." Now nearly 7-8 people came around and the boy started shouting with a little less confidence "Why are you coming in between? Who are you? Tum Kon Ho Are you his dad? I will slap you too hard if you come in between !! " 

Uncle who was around 40 said " Me? I am a face of public. This guy is innocent and still you are trying to bully him by abusing him and blackmailing him about your contacts. Go on, call anyone. Go on, hit me. I will come in between and support the righteous. If you have guts lay your hands on me !!! " By this time the crowd kept increasing and a couple of gym people too had come and the guy just walked off still abusing ... it was 9:31pm by the time I reached gym ... with a story to tell..
He just picked up wrong time and wrong place to bully somebody.

PS: Don't be a bully. Be a star. It was fun to see that boy clutch his jaw when that helmet struck him :P

Dedicated,
To "The public",

Thank you for today uncle and all others,
From,
Hetansh Shah a.k.a Hetu :]



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