Someday you feel depressed, someday you feel weak, someday you get into a street brawl, someday you fight with everyone, someday you just whack someone out of the blue, someday you get robbed, someday you faint on your desk, someday you starve, someday you cry, someday you laugh and someday it all happens together.
Well, it happened to me today. All of it at once. Read on to know more.
It was the last day of a tiring week, where across the week I slept 6 hours a day on average. A very dull day from its beginning. Didnt have break fast or tea and rushed to office at 9 AM. On my way, with my dad I met my uncle. Just a regular catch up. My dad, dropped me till Thane station from where I boarded my train towards my office.
The day at office too turned out to be dull. I was replying to emails, managing domains, creating banners and talking to clients all day long. I skipped my lunch trying to act heroic for "some" reason and realized that as the day passed my body was giving up on the amount of lost energy. I was terribly depressed and broke down a couple of times fighting with myself. Happens.
After a 20 hour starving break I was forced into eating and I did so. No wonder, it felt great, and I regained a significant amount of energy instantly. Reminded me of Ramazan and the fasts we do.
At 10.00 P.M we (I & Vidya) started back home. We hit the station in 30 mins and got a train back towards Thane at 11. It was all a merry regular ride till Thane. Never imagined, never scoped that a much unfortunate event was awaiting there.
We reached Thane at 11.35PM after we caught the last train from Nerul. As per our routine we ascended the FOB in order to catch respective trains to reach home. This is when it all happened.
Vidya, put in her 100% to save me from being attacked. She got a few bruises here and there. Kudos to her on that. People got us separated and some of them took the goons along. They were all black and blue is what I expect after smattering heavy blows on their faces.
The after math was terrible.We turned back and moved towards our respective platforms when I realized that my phone was missing. I believe it was in my hands when the fight began. To me the phone was very special. No matter how slow it was, no matter how out dated it was, no matter it had a QWERTY keypad, it was my first smart phone. HTC ChaCha. Now, I call it the phone that was not meant to be. GONE forever.
We rushed to the Railway Police Station and the police as expected didn't help the common man. Disappointed we returned back home. No complaint filed on the grounds that you do not have any proof of what happened, on the grounds that you are not having your phone purchase receipt, on the grounds that they assume that we might just make up the entire story and whatever. The lazy bastards couldn't just pick up their asses and investigate. Doomed is the nation because of these money sucking corrupt bastards.
So many things that could be done. So many thoughts that passed by. Mixed feelings all over. It was a good way to get rid of the phone, first ever road side brawl, fixing issues all over.
Moral of the story : Make sure that you keep your phone safe before you get into a public brawl.
Well, it happened to me today. All of it at once. Read on to know more.
It was the last day of a tiring week, where across the week I slept 6 hours a day on average. A very dull day from its beginning. Didnt have break fast or tea and rushed to office at 9 AM. On my way, with my dad I met my uncle. Just a regular catch up. My dad, dropped me till Thane station from where I boarded my train towards my office.
The day at office too turned out to be dull. I was replying to emails, managing domains, creating banners and talking to clients all day long. I skipped my lunch trying to act heroic for "some" reason and realized that as the day passed my body was giving up on the amount of lost energy. I was terribly depressed and broke down a couple of times fighting with myself. Happens.
After a 20 hour starving break I was forced into eating and I did so. No wonder, it felt great, and I regained a significant amount of energy instantly. Reminded me of Ramazan and the fasts we do.
At 10.00 P.M we (I & Vidya) started back home. We hit the station in 30 mins and got a train back towards Thane at 11. It was all a merry regular ride till Thane. Never imagined, never scoped that a much unfortunate event was awaiting there.
We reached Thane at 11.35PM after we caught the last train from Nerul. As per our routine we ascended the FOB in order to catch respective trains to reach home. This is when it all happened.
Out of the blue there were 2 goons walking across the FOB and pushed Vidya. I shouted out loud to retaliate the indecent behavior. They tried to confront me and I had no time to talk. Blows were exchanged. The deal went bad for them as both didn't have much to offer. They were under heavy influence of alcohol and were not able to focus at all. Within 5 minutes there was a mob gathered. People were enjoying the live performance :)
Vidya, put in her 100% to save me from being attacked. She got a few bruises here and there. Kudos to her on that. People got us separated and some of them took the goons along. They were all black and blue is what I expect after smattering heavy blows on their faces.
The after math was terrible.We turned back and moved towards our respective platforms when I realized that my phone was missing. I believe it was in my hands when the fight began. To me the phone was very special. No matter how slow it was, no matter how out dated it was, no matter it had a QWERTY keypad, it was my first smart phone. HTC ChaCha. Now, I call it the phone that was not meant to be. GONE forever.
We rushed to the Railway Police Station and the police as expected didn't help the common man. Disappointed we returned back home. No complaint filed on the grounds that you do not have any proof of what happened, on the grounds that you are not having your phone purchase receipt, on the grounds that they assume that we might just make up the entire story and whatever. The lazy bastards couldn't just pick up their asses and investigate. Doomed is the nation because of these money sucking corrupt bastards.
So many things that could be done. So many thoughts that passed by. Mixed feelings all over. It was a good way to get rid of the phone, first ever road side brawl, fixing issues all over.
Moral of the story : Make sure that you keep your phone safe before you get into a public brawl.
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