It was a dark night not a new moon though. I was just returning back from office. The day was so smooth that I can hardly imagine of anything that went wrong on the day. Happily riding my bike, I was enjoying the almost midnight breeze when I suddenly came across three drunken youngsters who were all but weird.
They had almost more than one bottle of whisky each. Hit my bike, But I still managed to stay on the bike, while all the three due to the heavy load of alcohol that has already entered their trachea and was just about to do its magic fell apart on the road not totally down. They regained their drunken senses came back to me and started speaking non-sense. For the first time in my life I thought that someone would ever call me drunkard. They were all over my body like flies round some rotten material. Some of them started trying to hit me though.
I for all the time was not even thinking of escaping from the place. I had my right to do so, because I was not too flashy during the drive, I was not drunk either, I was not complaining for the damage that was done to my bike. But they were expecting me to say them sorry so that they can demand some compensation.
I would never ever do that in my life, I don't pay compensation for the deeds I did not do. I was always a practical man. If I made a mistake, I confess and pay the price. Otherwise not even god from the heaven and devil from the hell are capable enough to extract something out of me. They would go bear handed.
So, for all the things happened in the day, I was wondering why this has to happen during the late hours of the night. After a bit of recap now I understand, I was tested weather I am really willing to fight it out to win or am I being just normal to have a smooth day and end my life leading a happy retired man's life. I replied with my deeds, First I entered an altercation which I would not have to. Second I never succumbed to the pressure and paid the price. Third, when I was leaving I observed that my bike was racing away without me giving the acceleration. I had to catch hold of the break while driving all the way to my home, which I did to some extent. So if u do not succumb to such pressure, your life will race away to success. But when you understand that you can go out of control. I had to go the auto stand where there were drivers standing for their hirers, I explained them the situation. They helped me adjust my accelerator for the bike and I was back to normal and got back to home happily. When the moment of success is such that you get carried away and out of control, you need people to calm you down and put the breaks and say that the route ahead my lead to failure again so get back to success by just adjusting your accelerators.
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