A sip

Early today morning, it rained as soon as I reached office. My colleague adjusted the shades on the window so that we could get a better view of the eucalyptus tree which was thriving at the cool drops of water being poured down from the heavens.

Being from the hills, I love tea; so I went out to get a cup for myself from those roadside vendors and along came my colleague (let’s say Z) who had just returned from a family function. Z was describing the whole time how a drunken man (let’s say Y) was beaten up by Z’s relatives when Y came uninvited to the function and was probably trying to steal a bag full of valuable stuff. Now, all along I was thinking, did the beating make any difference to that man who was possibly a thief? Like Z was saying, all the male relatives who chanced an encounter with Y outside the house gates slapped or kicked that intoxicated fellow. I needed to understand why? First of all that man was drunk. Secondly, people had already beaten him up, and then, people were still beating him up.

I guess everyone needs to vent out their frustration on someone. In this case, people were happy that Y was around, a scapegoat. They could kick him, hit him, slap him, and they were justified. Like I’d said, because I am from the hills, I love tea. You see, for my addiction, I am also giving a justification.