And the mob has my number

So i guess its tradition, every five years i get mobbed. What do i mean by this? well lets take a secnario.

- We all go out and drink
- We drive a friend home
- We decide to get him into the house he lives while he wails away in the car (i dont blame him job stress can get to you eventually)
- He decides to let his neighbors have it nice and proper so he curses them all out
- We get his roommate to drive him around the block to sober him up
- I get my friends car and we are about to drive out
- My friend then gets stopped by an angry mob
- They try and pull him out of the car and take his keys, take my other friends badge, slap the shit out of all of us, smack me up like im a little bitch and hey we all leave.

Whats so coincidental about all this is that its happened before in Karnataka on my way to Goa. I think theres something in the air that lets ppl know that hey i think hes overdue for a hammering so lets give him one. I dont mind getting beaten for people that out of their senses (god knows ive been there many a time) but i mind getting beaten by people that wont listen to reason. I think sometimes you just have to put your foot down and say no but thats me and start fighting back but what can you do against 15 odd people. Sometimes I wonder what goes through the mind of people when the mob gets together? I think they feel a bit super and say hey theres X number of people behind me why dont I take a chance and show my balls now.

All i can say is I have made a solemn promise never to venture to that area anymore and I have made a promise not to drink with that person anymore. Ill hang out but as far as alcohol goes, big no no. And as for my friends that stayed in the car and took the beatings; I've got nothing but respect for you'll and somehow or the other we will make it up but for now lets all take a sit back and laugh about it because what can u do other than that lol.

cheers to World Cup in a few more days
MELLY

P.S. First time i ever saw a Punjabi run for his life when he was supposed to be in the car with us.