...it finally happened yesterday!...got slapped hard (on my left cheek) for the first time in life! some lumpen in an st bus in an fracas over c! knew it was coming but still didn't do enough to duck it!...the hit as it resounded in my left ear, numbed me to inaction. thought of several things i'd have liked to do after he'd gotten off the bus. but then, what remained was my overwhelming inablilty to deal with physical violence. gandhi n christ might have well turned the other cheek, but me, i just mustered up some gaalis, didn't suck up enough saliva to spit on him!
no one in the bus reacted save one man, knew that wasn't enough to "tackle" the lumpen. several variations flashed my mind's eye, but none saw me standing victorious over the slain tiger's head. gulped several gulps as i put on a brave face trying not to think of the sting on my left cheek. silence along the thane creek as the bus rattled into the sunset..what do you do?
pepper spray! my swiss army knife...what a chicken! saala, aurat ko chedta hai!!