Villian

                My cellphone was vibrating in my pocket, I looked at the speedometer “65 kmph!” it screeched back at me, ‘well, talk to you later Mr. caller’ I said to myself and looked up, what do I see, a girl dawdling in the middle of the road on her pretty pink scooter, my eyes widened as I pushed the brakes and over the screams of tires and her intensified shrieks, I collapsed into her with a thud, I opened my eyes and to my surprise, a hand which I had expected to pick me up came thundering down at my cheek “you bastard! Look at what you did!” was all the appreciation I was awarded with for trying to save a life. Blood trickled down from my pierced lip as I stood up again, finally composing me into a delirious piece of obscenity, eyeing at the reason behind my blood, I gave him a stern look then before he could realize the rationality behind my crooked smile, I smashed my clenched hand against his jaw, a crack, an agonizing groan and the sweet symphony of silence took over the moment. An innocent girl was lying on the ground, drenched in the curtains of anguish and all they could come up with was hurting me even more, for a part that might change something but something far too small can’t be prioritized over everything. For a second, everything seemed to go in fast motion, the indissolvable looks of anger seemed to turn to fright, I pulled out the phone of my pocket, and scrolled down for the numbers of my acquaintances, for the time being, I was indeed in need of help but something made me call the ambulance instead, “yeah, I’m here at Square Parks, there’s been an accident and I seriously need your help. Thank you.” My sentence seemed somewhat like that of a gangster calling for mischief. “You mister, are going to regret this. This crime that you've done” A young leader of moral excellence commanded me with his index finger pointed at me, something about that finger flipped the “calm down” switch at the back of my head, and with one swift moment I grabbed his finger with one hand and crushed his nose with my other elbow, it wasn't bloody, it wasn't much hurtful either but it sent a clear message and soon the crowd seemed to withdraw in moments as they hummed the lowly chant of delirium for me. Soon the ambulance arrived and I helped them carry her in, before the ambulance could leave, the atmosphere was filled with wailing sirens of the police and I hurriedly, or rather frightfully took off before the sound could turn into a view of penalization.

                “Sharma Saab, did you note the bastard’s number?” the inspector asked fiercely, Sharma Saab shook in guilty, “hey, did you notice who he was?” inspector blankly shot at the man driving the ambulance; “No” he said plainly and turned the engine on, “then who called you?” he asked again “some injured guy in a blue shirt, he was bleeding and was right here a moment ago” he replied and drove off. “Yes, yes Inspector Saab that was the guy I was telling you about” Mr. Sharma jumped in with excitement and other people also joined in giving other small details “he had long hair” someone said, “he was about six feet in height” added another. “I assure you all people, we’re gonna catch that bastard! He won’t get away from us I promise” Inspector announced in an uncalled sense of duty, somewhat enjoying the limelight. “You police officers are all big mouths for talk and no hands to catch the bad ones” someone said from the crowd, Inspector frowned for a moment then in a mocking manner spoke with laughter as he climbed in his rusty Jeep which squealed under his weight “We’ll catch this one I promise, but you guys try to call the ambulance next time instead of cops when you see an accident and note down the details of both the victims thus helping them, rather than getting your ass all beat up by an injured person”. As the crowd dissipated, the people only carried one thing on their tongues, something stringed to stopping all the outrageously ridiculous youngsters from doing these catastrophic abhorrent crimes while in the hospital the girl and her mother cursed the person who rammed her daughter. But inside the petty human minds the crowd was ready to dial an ambulance in any further case of such an incident and the girl thanked the stranger who saved her.

                Sometimes, the world doesn't need a hero, sometimes all it needs is a perfect villain.   

-          Atul Shrotriya.