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Chapter2

Jagan was walking alone, carrying the

load of dead deer which he had just

killed. He thought he would not starve

to day. He looked around for a secluded

spot close to the waterfront, where he

could have his meal, wash up and rest

with out anyone disturbing him. He felt

he was at peace with himself and with

the world at large. For him such a feeling

was very rare and often very short lived.

Whenever he had such a warm sense of

contentment, life always played some

dirty trick, snatching cruelly his moments

of pleasure and leaving him snared again

in a web of fear and pain.

Today , he was determined that he would

savour this unique feeling of comfort

and peace with out any one to interfere

with him. It appeared he had thought

too soon about comfort.

His way was blocked by three very

tired looking men on very tired looking

horses..These men had been riding for

long with out food and rest. In their

present condition they looked mean and

desperate. They were also armed. Jagan

could see their long spears with shining

pointed ends, held upright on easy stance

on their shoulders. Two of them moved

their horses on either side of Jagan,

effectively bottling him up. Jagan guessed

correctly that they were trained soldiers,

though tired.

The man in front bent almost double on

his horse said ,’we want that meat.”

There was menace in that tone which was

disconcerting..Jagan said easily , in most

friendly tone,”Yes, it is a big beast.We all

can have a good meal together.”

The man shook his head in a lazy

manner,’No. You did not hear me properly.

I said , we want that meat’

Jagan said faintly bewildered ’You mean,

I can not have my share? That would be

ridiculous considering the fact that I killed

the beast in the first place. If I please, I

will share my food”

The man said ” You have no choice in this

matter” There was no attempt to maintain

any politeness .

Jagan felt a flutter in his stomach. He had

always dreaded such situations. He felt

hot and flushed, with pumping of adrenal

in his veins. He had to decide to stay and

fight or drop and run away. In the past

he had always run away not wanting to

test his fighting skills in such situations.

He had at some point in his past life

had received training in martial arts and

gained some amount of proficiency too.

But he never trusted his skills .Running

away meant being alive for some more

time and survival meant a lot more to

him than glory of defeating an adversary.

For him it was never one fight. It was a

fear of consequences of one fight. For

him one fight led to another and it would

go on and on .It meant to be always on

guard and be ever ready to fight, to hold

on and on. It was a continuous on set

of fear. A loss of fight meant hurt , pain

and more fear. Escape meant peace. No

shame was attached to the inclination to

stay alive. He was not there to impress

any one. Protect yourself for tomorrow.

That was his motto in life. So far, that

was.

But today was different. He had resolved

that nothing would come in his way of

having a satisfying meal and following

peaceful rest. These three men are not

going to change that resolution, he

decided. He would not allow fear and

prospect of pain due to conflict to change

his mindset.today he would test the

hypothesis that fear can be transferred

and pleasure gained. With his mind set ,

he faced the challenge boldly .

The man was annoyed that jagan had not

complied with his order readily. In anger

he shouted

“Come on, we can not wait for ever. Drop

the meat and depart.”

The man brought the upright spear from

vertical stance to horizontal position in

preparation of frontal thrust. His two fisted

grip on the long shaft tightened ready to

push the point deep into Jagan’s exposed

stomach. Jagan had seen many mangled

bodies of soldiers after a skirmish. He was

aware that if he did not do something in

the next few immediate minutes he would

be lying on the ground with his stomach

torn wide open and bleeding to death. In

a quick un expected move, he threw the

beast on the face of advancing soldier

totally catching him by surprise. It was a

heavy beast and the facial impact knocked

the man down .He fell banging his head

on an outcrop of a rock.He was out for

the count. Jagan followed up smartly

snatching the spear from weak hands.

With the spear in his hands now, he

whirled around swinging the long shaft

in a wide arc slashing a second man’s

throat .The man on his right moved

, striking out with his weapon, a weak

action more out of habit than with any

intent. Jagan ducked easily under the

swinging weapon plunged his point deep

into an un suspecting stomach bringing

the fight to quick end. The man screamed

in pain and dropped dead. The man with

the slashed throat was still on his feet

,his one hand pressing the wound to stop

the bleeding, the other hand still holding

his weapon offensively even though all

fight had gone out of his tired body. As a

trained soldier , he was still weighing his

chances when he heardJagan say softly

“there is no need to fight at all. Two of us

can share this food. You do not at all look

like a person in the best of conditions for

fighting with that neck wound bleeding

so profusely. If you will drop your weapon

Iwill attend to your wound. I am trained

medicine man,though out of practice for

long. I am not normally keen on killing.

So act smart and drop your spear and

extend your hand of friendship”

The man smiled in relief, resting his

weapon on his shoulder point away from

jagan ’You are very right. I am in no

condition to fight and you seem to be

devilishly fast and strong. I am very tired

and have not eaten for long. Now if you

will permit me, I would like to look at my

friends” so saying and with out waiting

for Jagan’s comments he rushed to se the

friend with the stomach wound. He was

dead already. The man hit by the beast

was stirring. He opened his eyes and

soon clambered up to resume the fight .

He was very soon convinced that he had

no reason to fight. The food was ready to

be served

He saw huge chunks of meat jerked out

of the beast held at the tips of his spears

roasting over a small fire. Hunger won

over the urge to fight and a friendly hand

helped to rise and reach out for his share.

His friend was smiling at him with his neck

wound nicely bound and healing.

Covered by blanket of contentment after

a hearty meal, they allowed their tired

bodies to drop off to sleep.

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