A man furiously stepped out of the car, got into a heated argument with the truck driver and they started hitting each other like hooligans. The skinny traffic constable with a newly appointed look on his face was shouting madly into his walkie-talkie for support.
The road resembled a boxing ring with two finalists in their last round for the world championship title. The constable was the referee and the people caught in traffic jam were silent spectators with eagerness in their expressions to see who is going to win the title.My cousin remained seated behind me as we both were hardly a few yards away from the accident spot and the ongoing fight. He said, “Well, this looks so weird; everyone is having fun by watching the fight, why doesn’t anyone step forward to stop them?”
He caught hold of my hand, “Are you crazy? If we go there, we may even get hit by one of them. Do you think it’s a joke to stop two men who are fighting like dogs on the road?”
We heard the siren of the traffic monitoring jeep, the lonely traffic constable got back a new life as all his prayers into the walkie-talkie were finally answered. Within half-an-hour the traffic got cleared allowing us to breathe fresh air again.
My cousin cautioned, “Better let your idea of stopping a fight remain just an idea. Dude, it’s easier to expose guts by talking something brave but its never a cake walk to face harsh realities in life, so don’t ever dare to think of implementing such ideas in future”.


