Jungtina Jamir
My life was a nightmare. I had just gotten off of a plane after four hour flight to the city where I would be staying with my uncle. He is one of those uncomplicated but scary type who believes in simple life; live and let live kind. He doesn’t talk much. Even as a kid I was afraid of him. But only because he had a stern face, and moreover, we never got to talk much either. We use to call him the-scary-man. I realized that I was still afraid of him. I took a taxi to my final destination.
I walked up three storied up to his front door. I paused for a moment to appreciate the horrid blue paint and ugly brown trim that used to be white when I last visited. This place needed at least a demolition crew. Losing myself in the blue, I suddenly saw what got me here in the first place.
Exactly a week ago, as I was waiting for an auto to get to work I saw a guy walking down the road and bullying some kids who were playing marble on the road side. I wasn’t blinking my eyes at all. I was so angry to see what I saw. I pushed myself from where I was standing and tapped on his shoulder. I was going to give him a piece on my mind; but this guy was good. He caught me, did some kung-fu and flipped me around in a few circles. I was too dazed to notice that he had floored me.
After a few minutes of pondering whether to use my army knife, I decided to strike back. My legs shot up in a feeble attempt to kick him down. No good, he dodged the meager strike with ease. Stupidly, I kept kicking. Kick after kick, he avoided me. After I had broken a sweat just by kicking, I stood up very quickly and prepared to punch the guy in the face, or probably use the knife because I was so mortified, when a hand launched on my shoulder. It was my dad. He was coming from a neighbor’s house. I don’t know what you call this, but the guy and me just kept quiet and stared at the ground as if nothing was happening. My dad is well build. Of course, he is extremely fit. I wasn’t going to try to fight back with the guy again, not in front of my dad.
GROUNDED! My parents grounded me like forever! The darn fight got me into this? What I did, they called it wrong because I charged at the guy first. The colony people labeled me a psycho killer. It could have stabbed him, that’s what I think. I could be in Jail!!
I saw it once on TV what American parents did to their kids for doing something wrong. Not necessarily wrong in the wrong sense. I was completely lost. It was a show about some kid that really hit the hell out of another kid. They sentenced him to attempt murder and a million years in prison. That might be a bit inaccurate, but those judges can sure talk their stupid powdered wigs off. Anyway, my parents sent me to where my uncle is; a place where I would be taught a lesson, a place where I would rot till kingdom comes….!
<Creeekkkk….> Mom pushes the door open as she enters my room. “Are you still working?” she asks. “No mom, I am just writing something insane for reporters diary”, I answer with a giggle.
…..Seriously, don’t even imagine!
