Tuesday, October 31, 2006

A gun is always a gun.

I have a bad habit.
Oh! No!

It is not true…I have many bad habits.
One of them is that I trust people.

Some times it gives me a chance to learn lessons long forgotten. It also at times forces me in to very delicate situations.

I have a humble-simple house in which anybody can come and go as they like. I had a bit of repairs in the house and one of my friends was kind enough to help me repair it.
So I handed over my key to him. He helped me immensely with out a reward and we became more intimate friends. He had access to my house anytime and I never asked my key back. It was not important to me anymore. He had access to my armory too, but there were only some old guns lying around which were as old as me. You can’t even harm anyone with any of them.

One day when I arrived home, I found my door locked.
I used my key to open, but I found the lock has been replaced. I was perplexed and tried all methods to enter.
I don’t need to be a mathematician to know that I was locked out of my house by my dear friend who was the only one that has my spare key.
I kept calm as I know my friend is playing some kind a silly jock on me. I know that he is very sensitive person and so I waited knowing that he won’t harm me.
Finally he came out from the shadows, and I found some thing else.
A rusted gun which was pointed at me … taken from my own armory with which you can’t even kill a fly.
The gun was pointed at me and no one else.
I can understand and accept his wild theories as a reason for this, but the gun was a threat. I also knew that my fried is harmless and that the gun can’t fire a shot.

I don’t accept threat as I consider it terror.

I don’t accept threat of any kind…what ever the reason.
I told him to hand over my house which belongs to me. The house is mine and he is an intruder. I also told that I won’t listen to him until the threat is removed and the house is mine.
I got my house back now with out any damage.

I neither hate him nor was I scared… because I know a story.

I want to tell you that story today, a story as old as many of you.

Long long ago, there was a woman and her only small son residing in a wild but secured area in a mansion with a few woman labors in the house.
Except a vast courtyard and a single out-house for the timber workers a furlong away, there were no inhabitants nearby as it was timber country.
Her husband was away for most of the time on timber business for long intervals.

She loved her son very much and adored him.

One day on a June midnight, three men with guns sneaked in the building, drugging the lone watch man.

The woman and her son were sleeping in the upstairs rooms as her husband was away on business.

They crashed the door and busted in where they slept. A young maid was sleeping on the floor.

The woman got up in her robe and saw the men with the guns and held her son close with frightened eyes.
The boy was asleep but got up with the sounds of the door crashing and started to cry.

The maid was terrified and fainted on floor; they gagged, tied her up and locked her in bathroom.
The boy was mercilessly snatched away from the woman and gagged. One of the men held a knife loosely at the boy’s throat and demanded to the woman for the keys of the safe and her jewelry box.
Two men pointed guns at her at close range, one from the front and the other on the side.
She looked at the boy’s eyes a last time, and in that look, he saw helplessness and a good bye.
The face of the woman transformed to a mask; her eyes became cold, small and her thick lips became thin.

She faced the man in the front and told them in a local dialect, to point their guns from the front, and not from her side, as she dislike to get shot from the side.
They were now restless at her boldness, the man with the knife on the boy’s throat moved and held the knife closer but the woman did not even look at the boy; did not even turn her head but faced the men with the gun and told them, that if they want the key to her safe, they have to beg and people don’t beg with the guns.

The men suddenly looked ashen as she continued to tell them that they need her alive, to open the safe as it has a combination lock and told them to if they don’t remove the gun from her face, she is gonna push the old fashioned button that is connected to the big fire gong in the workmen huts, that announces a fire in the timber yard…an emergency push button.

She shouted at their stupid faces to beg and beg and beg… and walked straight to the button and pushed it with her left leg with the two gun barrels on her face.

The sound of the gong could be heard for miles in the night. All the three terrified men ran to the stairs, colliding with each other, pushing the gagged boy away.

They were terrified of her husband, as they already knew that he was ruthless with criminals and he wielded great muscle power.

She continued to shout at them to beg if they want, with crazy rage.
She suddenly woke up from her trance, turning and holding the boy, she started to cry.

Later the timber hands found the woman and the boy on the floor holding each other and unconscious.

I don’t know what happened to the intruders when the workmen caught them.

I happen to know this woman.
She is no more now.

Long after this story… once I had an opportunity to ask her... looking at those kind and soft eyes, why she was ruthless with the robbers, ignoring the safety of her loving son and even the threat of pointed guns.

She smiled and told me that a terrorist thrive on inducing terror on the victims and explained to me that she was sure that what ever she gave them at that time, she and her son were marked as dead, for they knew that her husband will trace and kill them if she is alive and remember their face. So she and her son were destined to be massacred in cold blood, what ever their mission.

She also added an advice to me smiling with her perfect white teeth, not to budge on threat of any sort if I can.

I remembered her when I was threatened, for I know her so well.

I followed that rule here and pondered what she might have done.

I learned another small lesson here.

I thought that I need to share this with you.

53 comments:

Mindinside said...

There is a lot to learn from this story.... thank you for sharing

That woman in your story.. I think I like her a lot

Anali said...

Very good story and I'm glad that you came through this experience safe and no doubt stronger for it.

starry nights said...

That woman was very strong and I like her bravery. I think I would have just fainted.I am glad you got your house back and you were not harmed. take care Jac. Happy Halloween.BOOOoOOooooo

Anonymous said...

what scary lessons! take good care jac {{hugs}}

Dotm said...

It takes a lot of courage to stand up that way. Hard to know what I would have done and I hope I never have to find out. One of my daughters was out with some friends years ago. A man came into the bar with a gun and started pointing it at everyone. When he pointed it at my daughter, I was told that she stayed calm and said "Don`t you point that gun at me" and while she was saying it, she grabbed the gun from his hand so fast that he wasn`t expecting it. Someone had called the police who arrived, saw my daughter with the gun and told her- give me the gun. She told the officer that the gun belonged to the guy she was holding the gun on. Others in the place backed her up and told the officer she just might have saved their lives. When she gave the officer the gun, she told him, here`s his gun , now take him with it. Later she told me if she had taken time to think about it, she never would have confronted a man holding a gun. She just reacted to fast without thinking. At the time she had just left an abusive husband and was used to protecting herself.
Glad you didn`t end up worrying that your friend might turn against you at a later date. Glad things worked out ok.

Nan said...

Wow, you have given me something to think about Jac.

zzz-writer said...

jac, i would simply say- wow! to that.

Anonymous said...

Nice reading this too.... Happy Halloweens! Ghrrrrrrr.........

Saurabh said...

Very Educating. Thanks for sharing!

mathew said...

hey Jac..hope this is a work of fiction..inspiring ..

some stories make a profund impression like this one..

Colleen said...

Amazing and insightful story jac. I hope all is well with you.

jac said...

mind
I have learned my lesson from her very long ago.

But, she is no more alive,
yet very alive in my soul.
Thanks

jac said...

anali

Yes, I am safe, no problems...thanks.

jac said...

starry

yea, I am safe.

Yet you try to boooooooooo me ? I am not booooed easily.
:)

jac said...

boo

It was real scary but things are back to normal.

Thanks for the concern. Take care you too

jac said...

dotm
What happened with your daughter is also scary.
Proves, there still are people who are not scared easily.
All back to normal here.
Thanks dot.

jac said...

nan
I am happy if it gave you some thing to ponder.
Nice to see you here.

jac said...

zzzz

A wow ! means exclamation, but it is real

jac said...

Have you halloweens in Trivandrum ?

:))

If you have, then I will boooooooooooooooooo you.

jac said...

Sourav

Yes, it is a true story.

Thanks for the visit.

jac said...

mathew

It is meant to make you believe that it is is a fiction, but in real, it is a true story.

jac said...

colleen

The story is true but I am well and good.

mathew said...

Jac..you are tagged!!

hellbunny said...

Thats one brave lady.Also,i think your story was quite a scary thing to happen.

samuru999 said...

Jac
Thanks for sharing that story!
This woman was so full of courage!
Her bravery saved her, and her son's life.
How long has she been gone now, and how old is her son?
I am very glad you have your place back!
Take care Jac!

Margie

aklanta said...

Perhaps we need to face each and every moment of our lives with this kind of boldness...

meetu said...

hello jac.....how r u? long time pal !really loooooong.

jac said...

mathew

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X-(>:)

jac said...

samuru

She is gone 16 yrs if my memory is correct and he must be in the late forties...I presume.

Thanks

jac said...

aklanta

Sometimes we loose our wisdom and the necessary sense of mind and do the oppposite.

jac said...

meetu

It is a pleasent surprise !! How happy I am to see you !!!!

Were where you all this time ??? I am gone in you memoirs, I believe.
:(

But I am so happy to see you dear.

jarvenpa said...

Much to learn from your story, and the story of your friend the woman as well. I will be thinking of these a long time. I am glad you are safe.

jac said...

jarvenpa

Missed you here.
I am happy to see you.
Thanks.

Tiesha said...

Wow Jac. What a scary way to learn a lesson.

Anonymous said...

good writing jac...umm...any updates?

Neers said...

yea.. lonely! and not really spoilt... but brat, yes!! :) and hey jac, wass the song playing here? good stuff

Anonymous said...

"One of them is that I trust
people."

trusting ppl is not a bad habit..trusting ppl blindly IS :)

zzz-writer said...

thank you jac..its pleasure to have you on my blog

jac said...

tiesha

Life is like that, you expect the unexpected.
Thanks

jac said...

ll*enihs*ll®

OMG!! You are registered !!!!

jac said...

neers

clouds alike,
fly
memories as flakes.

The song is not complete by some fault in my uploading, but it is "if you shout " by Era.

jac said...

white forest

That is a new perspective I have never thought of, but the problem is that I forgive very easily.

jac said...

www-writer

The pleasure is mine too.

Chaotic Serenity said...

I am glad you are safe. That woman is a very strong and brave woman!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for this post...

what more to say?

jac said...

chao

Thanks for the support.

She sure is !

jac said...

mystic rose

Thanks for the visit.

Keshi said...

u really experienced this?????

Keshi.

Seema said...

Thanx for sharing..there's a great learnin in this one and moreover since it is not fiction a real life happening !
We all learn from our mistakes..just not to repeat the same one again..makes us all human !
Enjoyed the music too.

meetu said...

perplexed.....?and u?
jac i love surprising ppl believe me. if i make contact once its like an anaconda grip ...u cannot eshape....hha ha.

jac said...

keshi

All the part of the post is true, except about the gun pointed at me by my friend...it was a not an actual gun that was humiliating, it was the words and the threat that made me hard as rock.
Yes, it was more than a gun to me. The story explains more...

jac said...

seema
Thanks

jac said...

meet

I can't imagine you as an anaconda !!
:)