Street fights are an imperative part of each and every
Indian street. Street fighters consider themselves them nothing less than a
Muhammad Ali or The Great Khali and are found in every nooks and corner of our
country be it a colony of distinguished elite class or a JJ colony (jhuggi
jhopri colony to be precise). The only difference being the level of abuses
they use, for e.g. an elite street fighter would use words such as Hooligan,
vagabond, rascal, scoundrel or bastard while at the same time a JJ colony guy
would be making serious threats to rape the other guy’s mother or sister in
front of everybody as if giving them a invitation to this noble cause and
transform this sole performance into a gang bang.
Now the most peculiar thing about these street fights is the
amount of audience they can gather in such a short period of time without
giving any prior notice to the people. These people (the audience) just stop by
to rejuvenate themselves by seeing a hulk kind of a guy thrash other one whose
heavily in blood. The audience consists of a hive of people who have either had
a hard day in office, or are screwed and depressed because of inflation, are
sufferers of insomnia because they are still single and in a grave need of a
girlfriend, have badly messed up their married life or are just loafers.
Well, I happen to see one of such street fights while
en-route to my coaching classes. The reason for the clash was an accident
between two motor-cycles both of whose drivers were either drunk or maniacs (as
I got to know). What followed was almost predictable, with each man trying to
threaten the other by telling him how much people he can gather in just one
call (well that even I can do it with just a text to all my friends stating
“girls roaming nude in this area :P); then getting hold of each others collars
succeeded by fist fight then finally ending with the intervening of a guy double
their size who could get hold of both of them in at a time. I was most amazed
when both these blokes called a guy each who they thought would help them beat
the other bloke blue black, but what happened actually was that those “bhade k
tattu” came out to be friends and somehow tried to patch up the things between
them. Well this left me wondering the shortage of these big hulk like blokes in
our society and “gunda gurdi” as a career option (obviously not for me, as me
as a goon would look like a matchstick making claims of burning down an ocean
to ashes) for such muscled Salman Khan kind of people after bollywood :P.
I would like to finally conclude by saying that these street
fights apart from showing the idleness of people in our country who could waste
hours of their life in watching such clashes also highlights the short
sightedness and hot tempered mind of our youth who every time want to settle
claims by showing their physical and financial strength and not simply by
talking the matter through.
