Innerdialects

Last week 7 pm, we saw this young man on the sidewalk, dressed for the season, complete with red glowing horns.

“Jitender Kumar,” he said his name was, when I asked him. He was selling little green umbrellas lit up for our diwali that’s just finished. We bought one of the green things, then he knew I was going to say something about his horns, so did that, and that he had the nicest face, why’d he think he was the devil.Right there in the footpath of my concrete amazing jungle JK took down horns, straightened his shoulders and relaxed. Someone had told him he was better when selling aggression?

In that note, I wonder how some of the best of us, stoop to being threatening, devious-

otherwise ‘cultured’ tribes that can belt out all arguent on politei, and inter-court justice, but without hesitation, or basic human respect, will strip them self of honour by doing the very thing they detest – disregarding another, stalking hurting, depriving another their peace, forgetting their own preciousness by staking another’s’ ,

by rule of their own inability to help themselves be remembered as beautiful people;

yes, not about Jk of red horn, but the rest of us – Passive / Non passive – Aggressors of our own self.