Waliya

Violence was never my thing and I used to back away from any situation that contained it or tried my best to make peace amongst the parties involved.
However, yesterday at uni I had front row seats to a waliya that made me witness some bone chilling real action for the first time of my 23 plus years of existence.

There had been a few waliya here and there in uni but I was never there to witness them and only heard the stories and the rumours that supported them.

The event yesterday happened right before my eyes and I had no way of backing away from the scene. I had my eyes glued on the scene that is unfolding like a child to a cartoon airing on tv. But deep inside it scared the shit out of me seeing how my friends let their inner beasts out and fought amongst themselves.

The idea of how the people who used to laugh together for some lame jokes, make fun of each other and have fun together, are able to beat each other with iron rods is still inconceivable to me.

Maybe I'm thinking too much into a situation which doesn't need to be thought much of. But, this is me being effing sentimental and protective over my friends who made me feel protected in ways unknown to them.

When one party in the fight had a few words to share about me, my friends and all near me came up to me to stand in a protective stance making my insides explode with pride towards them and curl up with fear for them at the same time. However, the situation didn't end up in a mess and my friends were left unharmed. 

But I cannot say the same about the entire event yesterday.

The blood lust I saw in their eyes, the strength with which they fought amongst themselves and the anger they directed towards their frenemies were the only things I seemed to have noticed yesterday. And I felt like we are not the better species. Even with a working brain on top of our heads we still end up paying homage to our original beastly selves when the situation slightly changes.