To fight or not to fight.

It had been a regular day so far with nothing to talk about except for a welcome change in the weather. It was sorta cool and breezy, seemed like winter was knocking on Mumbai's door. G was going to meet Y, a fella from his locality. Y had called G earlier today and requested for some DVDs. As G entered Y's apartment complex he noticed this li'l stray dog limping around. The dog seemed to be in a bad shape and G felt some pity for it. He made a mental note to feed some biscuits to the dog on his way out.

G tried ringing the door bell but it didn't seem to work so he knocked instead. The door opened, it was Y.

"What's up with the door bell dude?" G asked, greetings weren't required. G and Y are beyond that.

"Ohhh... band hai andar se. Cleaned the house today. You know, the Diwali thing."

"You too? Hah. I was assisting my Mom with the same. It's a pain man."

"Tell me about it... You want a coke or something?"

"Nah man, am heading out to meet some people. Just came to drop the DVDs you wanted."

"Sahi hai. You got all?"

"Haan, all that you wanted except for Snatch. It's lying with a friend."

"Ah cool. Hey do you have Revolver?"

"No man... could not find it anywhere. Will have to try and download it."

"I so want to watch that one."

"So do I mate. Guy Ritchie is brilliant at what he does. They don't fuckin release his movies here."

"I know man. It sucks. They should ban Karan Johar and his clan of glycerine abusers in the name of good cinema."

"Exactly my thoughts. So what's happening at the work front?"

"Lagi padi hai yaar. This colleague of mine is fuckin it up. He is a madarchodh number one."

"Kya huaa yaar?"

"Arre man.. he joined the organization a little over a year before I did. And I have accomplished more in six months than what he did in a year and half. The bosses are happy with me and I have been promoted to his level. Uski fat gayi hai. Now he has some friends in the organization, so he and his brood try to fuck me up all the time. They make it a point to act all obnoxious and shit when I bring a potential client to my office which sorta embarrasses both me and the prospect and I usually fail to cut the deal because of that."

"What the fuck... and...?"

"And what? Chutyapanti hai yaar. I cannot do anything man."

"Dude! Tell your immediate boss about it. He will sort it out for you."

"I cannot do that man. If he takes some action, no matter how subtle, they would know and then would fuck me up in worse ways. It would be like making the rat race public."

"But dude... there is a chance that it would work out in your favor and they would have it so bad that they would not dare do something of the sort in the future."

"Fat chance man."

"You cannot not do anything about it man. If you continue like this, you would be tumbling downhill soon. The prodigal recruit to a wet blanket. Just like that. Come on bro, you cannot let that happen."

"I do not have a choice...."

"Fuck man. Fight back. It's a jungle out there. Survival of the fittest. They've been hitting way below the belt Y, and for a while I believe. The new age golden rule says ' Do unto them before they do unto you.' There is only one person who can help you man, that's you."

"I don't know man," Y said, "by the way would you be going for Don?"

The conversational non sequitur kinda baffled and annoyed G, but it was clear that Y didn't wish to discuss his problems any further. Also it was clear that Y was not interested in doing anything about his situation. There is a limit to how much a man can help another and G had reached his. So he did not bother Y further and allowed him to shoehorn movies into the conversation. They chatted for a bit and then G left, still thinking about Y's situation. People like Y's colleagues make G sick. People like Y make G sick some more. G reserves a special dislike for people who refuse to do anything about the bad situation they are in and choose to crib instead. G's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the same dog that G had seen earlier that day. It pleased G to see that somebody was thoughtful enough to set some food at a corner for the poor soul.

So our li'l McLimp was relishing his food when two bigger dogs appeared outta nowhere, growling in an attempt to scare him away. They flanked him from both the sides forcing him further into the corner and away from the food. G lifted a small rock and thought of scaring the bullies away for him. Before G could as much as step towards them, the li'l one started barking furiously and locked his jaws on one of the bullying canine's left ear. There was this small dog fight and ultimately the bullies bested the li'l one and forced him to flee from the scene and hide under a car. G let go of the rock and made his way to the general store. He got a packet of biscuits and went back to the brave li'l dog and fed em to him.

"You did well." G said to the dog before leaving, hoping he'd understand.

Some of us do not have the strength to fight, some do not have the will.