I have never been much of a violence fan. But I must admit I like watching people fight. Somehow fights are irresistible and surprisingly I find myself enjoying. I like watching people’s raw egos clash head-on, creating high intensity sounds. It is always exciting to watch the scenes. And most people may try to stop the fights and get between, but I have promised myself that I will not be involved in fights whatsoever, not even to mediate. The fact is I am not much of a mediator in the first place. That way, I fear fueling people’s egos and ultimately two parties’ egos combine and striking me.
One time, I remember I was trying to calm down my two friends who were holding each other’s necks. If it was possible, they were in a position to even suck out blood from their enemies’ neck. Friends can sometimes become deadlier than foes. So, I tried stopping the fight, but they won’t listen. Instead they continued quarreling even when so many of us were holding them tight . Holding them away was tougher than trying to hold two angry bulls.
Trying to convince them did not bring in much success. As we were holding them away from holding each other, they tried to move closer than ever. They would stretch far more than the stretched bows. And I found out that they were doing this because we were stopping them. Human egos are like that – the more you try to put down, the more it burns. So many students were gathered. I thought they enjoyed being noticed. For their egos!
And suddenly, one of them lifted a plank and flung at his opponent. But it landed with a loud thud on my right shoulder. A terrible pain ran down my hands. I let go off the fighting bulls and now charge them instead. I asked to mend my hand now. Immediately, they stopped fighting and came to console me. Now it was my turn to get the attention. My friends, who were even ready to devour each other just a moment ago, were now reconciled. I faked pain so much more than I actually had.
Two weeks ago, I happened to see two drivers fighting in one of the busy streets of Phuentsholing. Hundreds of curious spectators were gathered. The drivers were about to punch each other, but resisting the temptations fearing the recursions. We were all watching. I wanted them to move and shake, but as always, many other drivers rushed to the scene, all trying to mediate. The two angry men continued calling names and cursed. Indian shopkeepers and laborers must have enjoyed those swear words, I thought.
Now they were separated. The taxi driver was about to leave when his enemy punched his cab. The angry man got out and pounced on the other man. They pushed and pulled, but again in the end they were stopped by the crowd. The other man drove away swearing. The taxi driver would not stop before his cab was mended. The impact of a heavy blow can be seen clearly. He called the police.
I walked away. The situation is no more pleasant once the constables are on the scene.
Egos are like fire once fueled difficult to put out.