Someone's Battle

For all the years since its inception, the village of ‘Pixxiland’ had been suffering ‘tyranny’ as the elders still choose to describe it. From what might seem trivial to those perceived as rules of consequences, all seemed unfair to the ‘Pixxiling’ population.

One day, they avenged it all. About 2000 people gathered and brought their one man army of the dictator to justice. They ‘defined’ their freedom and ‘earned’ it too.

This is not a story about truth being victorious, BUT of how in the process Ms. T. Pixione earned her respect and lost it too.

“That night, I participated in a revolution no less in comparison to history’s definition. It was a feeling of pure exhilaration. The mob, the dictator, his minority and the saviors of the republic, not one element absent from the eventful night that it was.” recalled Ms. T.
Ms. Pixione did not plan to go for the gathering and she was certain, many like her didn’t either. The reason she chose to attend was out of mere curiosity. She did not have a personal grudge or bias towards anyone. It was shameful to admit that she wasn’t even aware of the cause for the outrage. But, like many, Ms. ‘dazzling’ T soon caught on and joined in indignantly. The next three hours of her actions gave her immense pleasure while they lasted, but slowly killed her with guilt and time.

Ms. T. Pixione was Joan of arc that night, in all her glory and fervor. She rummaged through the crowd sparking off tiny flames on her trail. She roared obscenities, stirring whoever came her way. She was the ideal mob, unaware and unassuming. As people started to notice her, she gained buoyancy. Ms. T had a mob of supporters!! Never in her life had she been so important. This impelled her to her next step. She was a demi -god in Pixxiland with followers whom she couldn’t let down. Gradually, her obscenities initially directed to thin air paved way for aimed slander.
She basked in the admiration of her supporters.

Then other people asked the dictator for explanations for the injustice done upon them. She waited patiently. They talked of taxes and laws, the gardens and benches, a bickering about the wrongful ownership of the banyan tree and something about compulsory government gifts during the holiday season. She had nothing to say. But she thought about registering for the scarf she so wanted. The reason for this revolt still seemed vague. Ms. ‘Vivacious’ T was here for the thrill of ‘fighting’ for justice. Her actions were justified in her mind. Ms. Pixione was fighting for something right. After all, 2000 people couldn’t be fighting for triviality!
“Ah! Why don’t they stop complaining so that we can get on with the revolt?” Ms. T was losing her patience at being sidelined in the endless complaints of village folk.

Amidst this pondering, Ms. T saw her people hailing another leader. He was more vocal and visible, so ‘her’ people directed their admiration to ‘his’ bravery. She was getting left behind in this revolt, becoming obsolete in this fight. She needed to win ‘her’ people back. Something drastic needed to be done.
Ms. T now wanted to be remembered in the history of Pixxiland, as the elders would tell it, a sole savior.

Here was a dictator who had apparently made many suffer. She was fighting for them.
Having thought this, her next action too, was justified.

Ms. T slowly picked up her shiny yellow rubber slippers and aimed it at the tyrant. If she missed, it would be foolish and Pixxilings would end up laughing at her. With all her might and paradox carefully resolved, she threw the slippers, one after the other, at the dictator.
One of them hit him on his head…
… And the Pixxilings cheered!!

“That rat!” She soon found other things to throw and when the time was right she started her slander ritual again. Ms. T. Pixione was back in the game. She started with choicer obscenities and insults. The mob was hers again.

This went on for four hours.

When the people yelled ‘resign’, Ms. T yelled louder!
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When people got their way, she applauded.
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When the dictator finally fell, she rejoiced!!
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Ms. T Pixione fought someone’s battle and came back a winner!! It was a day of independence and freedom, to all it meant so in Pixxiland.