Anger, what the hell is it? Yes, our general perception of anger is that it is hell. It consists of hatred; it consists of sorrow but sometimes it seems to be necessary and looks like there is no solution other than showing anger. But why am I talking about rage? What is the need to talk about it? Is it such a big problem? I think so, yes it is a problem which needs to be talked about. I am surprised but yes it is.
One day, when I was twelve years old and passing by a busy market, I saw a very old man. He was feeling helpless as his son was shouting at him and abusing him in a way that I never thought such behavior a son could have towards his father. I was only twelve years of age and feeling helpless. The limit was crossed when he pushed his father forcefully and the weak old man fell without resisting, he was helpless.
But thanks to God some people around there came forward and helped the old man to stand again and took care of his son to sort out the horrible situation. I felt relaxed and moved by this sight. But that incident formed a firm memory inside me. I can't forget that incident. Now when I am writing this book the incident is again repeating before my eyes like a movie. That is the ugly face of anger and that is why it needs attention.
Another example that I am now going to talk about, explains that in some situations it is necessary to use your anger. Sometimes anger does a lot. 'It took me a long time to understand that I was between a gang of robes.' She was telling her story to a cop who found her running blindly to save herself and collided with this man. This cop then made her walk with him towards a safe place where he was taking all the details about what happened to her.
“There were five men and one young girl.” She was telling. “They picked me up from the road in front of my house. I was going right from my house towards Judges Lane, around 200 meters from my house to meet my friend Reena.” She told him. She was Sanjana telling her story of kidnap and how she escaped from the robes that kidnapped her. She was twenty-five years old and living with her husband and son. Her husband was a millionaire and because of this, he had a long list of enemies.
Money has the capability of both to make your life a heaven or hell but more for hell; it is only your ability to become aware or meditative that can make your life a peaceful abode in any situation. She was telling her story to the cop. She was lucky enough that this man was passing through that road between the jungles of Chumble - a horrible place famous for the abode of dacoits.
She was passing by the road when a jeep came speedily fast and stopped close to her. Two men rushed fast out of it and one man lifted her by her legs while the other lifted her holding her shoulders. She was helpless. And there in the jeep, they gave her an injection of anesthesia. All of them were wearing masks on their faces. When she was back to consciousness, she found herself amidst six people, five men, and a girl.
All of them were wearing a khaki dress which usually is the dress code of dacoits in this area. The place she found herself in seems like a hut made over rocks. And she was lying at the corner of the hut. They all were waiting for her to regain consciousness. She is now coming back. When she became fully conscious the dacoit girl gave her some water to drink. Now a tall man came forward placed his gunpoint on Sanjana's neck and asked her to give a call to her husband and gave her a mobile phone in her hands.
“What are you waiting for? Call him and tell him that you are safe till now but not going to remain safe if he fails to give us two crores of Rupees.” The man ordered her angrily. Sometimes anger could only be defeated by anger. She was a brave lady. She placed her hands on the gun and hit the man's left leg with her foot. “'I am weak, I am alone, what the hell you are thinking I am a lioness you rascals and rascals like you can't defeat me.”
She shouted with a voice showing her anger. The man remained shocked for some time because the hit was so strong that it almost fractured his left leg and he was now unable to stand. So another man helped him move to a chair where he could sit comfortably. But his left leg was in a lot of pain and required treatment. When these things were going on Sanjana had thrown away the mobile phone given to her and thrown it to pieces.
They didn't have another. Both, the loss of the phone and their injured friend were now a problem for them. Between these the girl dacoit was alert and she hit Sanjana with a rod on her back and somehow found her hold back over Sanjana. Sanjana was injured and fell unconscious again. Finding Sanjana unconscious they decided to take their injured man to some nearby hospital.
They decided that the injured man and two others would go with him while one man and the girl will look after Sanjana and not let her run away. For that, they gave clear instructions to tie her to a chair. After around two hours Sanjana found herself in a difficult situation as both of her hands and legs were tightly tied up to the chair. She was not even able to move her hands. She was conscious now but unable to move even an inch.
Excerpted from the book Anger Mangement.
This excerpt has been edited and condensed for clarity.
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