Thursday, February 3
No more non-sense!
My experience of being bullied during my school days and how I had to deal with it!
To every action there is an equal reaction' – they say it, but it is never the same for every individual. Some give instantaneous responses, may be far more intense to the 'action', but some play it cool and do not do any thing till limits are crossed. The latter used to be the case with me.
I remember my first bullying when I was in Class-IV. Then a hawkish fellow Zamir Klair, accompanied by his crony docile-when-alone but bullish-in-company Akhtar used to target a student and then followed him everywhere. I was their target of a different sort – being strongly built (considering the age obviously) and liked by my teachers. They could only tease me verbally to which I did not have any answer. (The same is true even today – talking less, doing more.) Distracted, disturbed and fearful – I can visualise that situation even today. As per my habit, never talked about it to my parents and teachers for there was nothing tangible to declare them culprits. Their previous target was my chum and now we could relate to each other. He handled them through his elder brother, who made their parents 'understand'. I was extremely short of words to compete with them. Then came my turn! One day while, I along with my friend Muhammad Khan Cheema, was coming back home, they did the same. I asked Cheema to get hold of Akhtar and I pounced upon Zamir. The first two blows were on his calf bones. He dropped to the ground and the rest continued till I was tired. This worked. The next two years were extremely peaceful and he is still very respectful to me. Obviously not because of that childhood experience!
While I was in matriculation, the second case was of cricket fellow Zafar (playing county cricket these days). It did not take me long to mend fences with him for he was a good-natured fellow deeming that he was the best cricketer of the school. Moreover, our bickering was limited to the game only. Hitting towards the boundary and raising his voice 'go and fetch that boy' – it always made me nervous and never had the same confidence while playing against others though I was not a good player either.
One day, while I was sitting in front of my classroom. He came and sat beside me. He was not feeling well. We started talking and he apologised for his behaviour. He maintained that he did not want to hurt me and was just trying to do 'psychological tricks'. Later, we became good friends and started playing in congenial environment.
I was never a fussy person (they said), but reacted to the 'dangerous' limit when my patience thinned to the last extent. This natural bent of personality gives me an edge in my office – checking my limits of tolerance with colleagues and seniors – then being irritating and obnoxious (varying from 'case-to-case') till I react and they settle down for a few weeks.