Escaped at last!

It was getting dark and I was returning on my bicycle from the book store as usual. The road was narrow and congested either with vehicles, or vegetable vendors or people. I wasn’t able to see properly and everything was becoming invisible. Suddenly a vehicle came in front of me and I lost my balance. I drove to the left and just managed not to fall on the road. But in doing so I collided with an old man on the road. It was not a head on collision but my bicycle's handle rubbed with his left hand and I stumbled. Somehow his wrist watch fell on the road as a result of my sideways clash with him.
Poor and old fellow! His mind and heart both spoke in sync and he shouted:
“Thief”! “Thief”!   “Catch him….He has snatched my watch”.
The next moment I was paddling my bicycle with my utmost efforts so that the mob which was running behind doesn’t catch me up. It was a frightening scene. Scared! I thought if I stop now, these butchers will never leave me.

Butchers?  Because it was the area of meat sellers. I imagined my skinned body hanging in their shop and this frightening imagination raised the speed of my paddling to the maximum limit.

When people usually are in groups and they are confronting someone weak and alone their power is raised exponentially. If the same guy who shows his strength and anger on that lonely fellow is trapped with some other violent mob he will either try to escape or appeal for mercy. At that time he becomes the weakest and the most innocent creature on this earth. A sensible and strong person never relies upon the mob’s collective power.
So, this was a mob driven by some old lady running towards an innocent guy. I don’t know whether that old lady knew what she is running after. At those moments people go on joining the crowd without knowing the reason. They just see something strange and they feel like it’s their obligation to add themselves and make the unruly crowd bigger. Later you go and ask them and they will tell you:
“There were people running and our curiosity drove us with them”.
If I would have stopped to clarify…I don’t know whether today I would have been living a normal life without any external support. The mob mentality is like this only…first they will catch their enemy and without having any words with them they will first bash him up properly. Most of the people in these types of chaotic procession are blind running towards a destination which they themselves don’t know. It’s like the notion of people’s power!! Where people are shown what a small group of thugs want to show them. They follow them but they don’t know where they are heading towards. They are content as they think it’s their power but isn’t that the biggest deception in which they live? 

So where was I?
On my bicycle, trying to escape from the hands of the insensible horde.  But my efforts were not enough to prevent me getting caught by them. At that moment a weird idea flashed my mind and without even giving a second thought I got down from my bicycle and slowly drifted to the side of the road and stood silently. My face was towards the unruly crowd. I was shocked and pleased to see the horde passing me and going straight towards I don’t know where. With a sigh of relief and thanking my Lord I took my way towards a small passage and reached my house at last.