RAGE

 

His head was shaking in anger; can feel that things going out of control. Hands became involuntary, he was hitting his head to resist his anger. Feet moved away from all the valuable things around, helping them from not breaking in his hands. Some unknown force from inside was pushing him to break something to calm down. Every word to his ear that came against, increased the dose of each action that is happening.

Pushing the door on the left, Shubjay went in and locked himself inside. He jogged along the perimeter of the room, tightening nerves, tried to control his anger. Finally settling down at the center of the room, he crouched down closing eyes. Palms remained wet for more than minutes. Through the darkness of closed eyes, Shubjay went deep into thoughts. 

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“Only three balls left and we need six runs more,” Shubjay shouted from behind the keeper, resting under the only tree.

The sweating batsman, standing before the wickets just replied with a thumb.

“I don’t think he could make it,” one of the teammates remarked, sitting under the same tree.

“Let’s see, let’s see,” anxiously looking at the bowler, “I will thrash his face and make him a red ass.”

All things went against the batsman and Shubjay’s team. They lost the most. And not even a single run made out of the final three balls. The unfortunate batsman missed all three deliveries.

As a captain, it was a matter of prestige for Shubjay. He dropped his head down, hiding from making eye contact with other teammates. In a causal turn on to his right, he knowingly made a straight look at the other team captain. The opponent captain saluted him with the middle finger, as Shubjay did to him in the last match.

In a blink of time, Shubjay jumped on to the person, who finally batted for his team. The buttons from the shirts of both popped away. The fight continued till their shirts were torn off like they cannot be worn again.

 

Shubjay reached home only when he managed to get a T-shirt from his friend. He walked dull on the way to his house. He was still thinking about his wicket and the final three deliveries. His loving bat is now dragged along his side.

“What happened to your shirt?” Shubjay’s mother, “Why you came in another?”

Shubjay was not in a mood to answer. He went straight into the hall, dropped himself onto the couch.

“Again, you are on the sofa?” yet again came the voice.

This time Shubjay felt it very irritating, each word felt disturbing to his mind.

“Go, go, move from there and have a bath,” his mother as usual. But her son was not.

Everything that happened on that day, tangled around Shubjay’s mind.

Am I a loser? Don’t I have any freedom? This was not the way I wanted to live. Why should I listen to any? This is my life. Shubjay's mind was full of self-obsessed and polluting thoughts.

His mother came into the hall shouting at him. In the meantime due to the loud conversations, Tanuj came out of the right-side bedroom, carrying Shubjay’s favorite I-pad in hand. About which many fights held between brothers in the past.

Shubjay felt the thrust on him. All the things that happened kept him on fire, things happening increased the flame. Irritating lecture of mom from one side, the thing which he hated on the other, combined to make his anger. He went out of control and entered into an undetectable state of what he is doing.

The anger in him pumped up and up. When his brother approached him about the issue and questioned about his shirt and nail marks on his neck. The anger exploded in Shubjay. Unknowingly he gripped the bat resting on the sofa and hit right on his brother’s head. Till then, all that went in words turned into action. Blood was flowing out of Tanuj’s head, the white floor turned red with drops of blood. And Tanuj collapsed then and there.

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Shubjay opened his eyes but stayed in the room for about ten to fifteen minutes. When he unlatched the door and came out of the room. He noticed his mother working in the kitchen, his brother watching TV, and his favorite I-pad resting on the table beside his brother.

 

If Shubjay didn’t go into the room when soon realized he was going out of control. The bloodshed could have happened.

Unfortunate things don’t last long.

Though RAGE is a few seconds thing, its traces remain throughout- out the lifetime.

Create a peaceful situation for yourself to think and act.