When you stare too long into the darkness
The darkness starts to stare back into you.
How many times have you come across inexplicable acts of cruelty.
Children mocking another child, simply because he is different. Adults being abusive to another adult for reasons that are buried so deep in their soul, that it has corroded their insides. How many times has someone treated you in such a way that it has left your hands trembling, and your heart beating, till you were dizzy and nauseous.
Its happened to all of us, at some time or the other.
Last week my husband went down to put water into the radiator of my car. Our parking has an island in the center which has place for 6 cars. This island is accessible from both sides, but as a rule people enter the parking and go around the island to park in the inner space. There is one particular bastard in this building, who does not care where he enters from, or whether he has to run over anyone to park his car. A married man no less, with small children of his own. For those of you thinking he may be a local, let me assure you the few that we have in this building are perfect gentlemen.
This is an IRAQI, with a chip the size of Alaska on his shoulder.
Twice while I have waited to park my car he has streaked in and at an inch's distance from my car, and railroaded his SUV in. I told him once that I was waiting to park, and he just made a rude hand gesture, and went off.
It was 10 minutes, before I heard loud voices coming from downstairs, and as I looked down, a whole lot of people had collected and I could see my husband and the aforementioned man in a heated argument. The minute I saw him, I knew only too well what he must have done.
My husband unlike me is rather soft spoken, and as a rule tries to resolve a situation, without it getting ugly. This is why I was surprised to hear his voice raised in anger.
This is what happened.
Husband was standing by his car, assisting our neighbour in parking his car, and this guy did his famous maneuver. As he entered the parking, he didn't wait for my husband to move and drove over his foot deliberately. When my husband thumped his bonnet, he drove further and injured my husband's knee.
Then he (****face henceforth to be known as FF for short) had the cheek to tell my husband that his thump had dented the bonnet of his car. That my husband did not know who he was, and what he could do. That he was going to call the cops. Our neighbour, tried very hard to calm down FF telling him that it was HE in fact who didn't know who my husband was and whom he worked for.
But FF was on a FF roll now. He shouted I work for Sheikh *****, at the Equestrian Club. Just because he works with horses, does it give him the right to be a HORSE'S ASS?
By now my husband had called the Police who turned up, and heard the whole story. There were plenty of witnesses and FF suddenly turned meek and tried to hug my husband ( I was watching from above) and make like he had not been the rabid dog of 15 minutes ago.
The Police asked my Husband if he wanted to file a case, and my husband said YES, I do. FF was suddenly singing ANA ASIF ANA ASIF (I am sorry), and trying to pacify my husband with much hand pumping and shoulder patting.
The Police asked my husband to reconsider his complaint, and my husband said to the police that he only reason FF was apologising because he suddenly saw the picture as it was. That his anger issues would come to the front, and most likely cause him tremendous embarrassment at his place of employment. That FF was only apologising because of the presence of the coppers.
But the neighbours dragged my husband away and he did not make any formal complaint eventually.
As they entered the lobby guess what FF's parting shot was. He said. "Oh! You know I have been been in the building longer than you. I moved here in 2002.
There was just no point in telling him, that we moved into this building in 2001.
Cheap, sick sad and twisted little bugger.