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Today was a day that sparkled into life.It was six plus, when i woke up.I was waking up for a meeting in school at 8But that is not the main point.It probably was all predestined.But it was nothing short of drama.Something so real, that no one will be able to anticipate. At 7.25am,as it was raining, I stepped out of my house.An early gloomy cold morning, yet there was nothing warmer than the outburst.

I reached opposite of my bus stop and saw bus 98.I thought there was no way I could get there into the bus.I managed to zoom past the last section and get to the bus stop, finally entering the bus, thinking it was a close shave.I wanted to thank the driver, but the driver didn't actually wait for me.There was this man, tanned, elderly and senior, talking to the driver in some foreign language.Thinking it was Malay/Tamil, I ignored.

With my earphones, it was not clear, but apparent that they seemed to be arguing,The driver seems to be calming him down.As i looked around for a seat on the ground floor, there was not any.Suddenly, as I turned, saw the man in anguish. turn towards the 3 passengers sitting nearest to entrance and blabbered some gibberish. I was stunned.I went upstairs and settled for the seat nearest to television.I gazed down and wondered what the commotion was all about.It didn't stop for 5 minutes.The blabbering ,loud ,high-pitched sound.

Soon, those passengers on the upper deck of bus looked down.Then, a young man seemed agitated with the old man.And came some quarrels.It was hot. Arguments were flying in the air.A lady went up the bus, frightened.The bus finally started to move, but that never mattered.For the climax had been reached.There was no way back.

The flurry of exchanges came with a blast, as quick as lightning.The old man first struck the young man, and there were punches all about, as if it was a boxing match.It was fierce,From left to right, I was astounded by the full blood of it.It went on for so long.Then finally the old man collapsed to the ground.i thought it was over.But it wasn't to be,As the old man stood up and with some resistance, went towards the other man.He struck with a hard blow that the young man resisted.He pushed him back and the bus stopped.The young man alighted, but the old man was determined and tried to hit him.He even nearly fell to the bus exit,But the bus driver helped him up amidst the crowd.Everyone on the upper deck, stopped looking, and sat back.No one bothered.Within seconds, the bus was moving again.

The old man still grumbled.But no one cared.It stopped after a while.I was blasting my music.So I did not hear when it stopped. All those, who went down to alight were cautious.But there was nothing more. And as I alighted, the old man was still there.Somehow, I had a feeling that it was all fated for me to witness.He was just another person.Sitting quietly, perhaps, he was reflecting.I wanted to laugh, for all the actions.Yet as I walked to school, I was just amazed and wanted to cry.How people bothered to witness, yet never doing anything concrete was appalling.Even I was powerless to do anything.It was disappointing to witness the insanity of the old man.

No one, except for the bus driver, had the heart to stop the fight that could easily be fatal.Everyone cared for themselves, just like the school and office politics, which you see often.What a lesson learnt for all the sane friends we had,as we are as insane as anyone else to just witness a tragedy.

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