The Day I was the Hero

In the college garden .Sitting on the grass, in the sunny, winter noon, I was sending photos by Bluetooth to my friend.Chatting and discussing how much fun we had earlier that day I noticed a creepy white headed shabby man ,I can bet he was on drugs (a charssi , how we say in urdu), eyeing us from a distance. My sixth sense told me its not quite right, with almost all college at the sports ground for the sports event, we must get going too. But my friend insisted we stay for a while.The next thing happened he was not there....I looked around and the person was at a close spot.... OK that was definitely fishy...we hurriedly got up and walked toward the bus...the bus will be moving in 5 mins...but uh oh..I slipped my hand in the pocket and "where's my mobile?"

So we go back to our spot  around 1 minute after we left that place...and its not there...
where it can go?
it was suppose to be there if it fell...
"Let me call on your number..."
" Yeah. that is a good idea"
I moved few paces and saw the same man ....starring back into my eyes....signalling to go to him..
."I'll definitely ignore that"...thought to myself.
but " tring tring ..Tring tring..."
"Crap!! he has my mobile!"

What should i do?
my mind was blabbing different things.
"I better let it go ...
It was a good set....My dad wouldn't get a nice one quite some time...what a laugh my siblings have at this for like ever.... There's so much data on it!!!!"
I had lost all hope of getting it back when a voice rang in my mind, "You know who has got it and yet you let it go?"

"NO I won't let it go!"my unconscious called in ....I went round the corner and got help...the the bus driver went all the way following him...chasing him around the buses around trees and snatched the cell phone and got it back....

Awesome!!!.I got my cellphone back!!!Not many get their phone back when its stolen....Might seem to be a small incident but took one heck out of me...

To me the driver was the hero....helped me straight away and was successful....but the following days,people saw me as a hero..
"You handled the situation so smartly..."
That was a brave thing to hang on...you could've let it go..."
"Kuch sungha deta tou....kidnapper hot a tou....very smart of you beta..." Got a lot of that stuff...
I enjoyed all that attention ,being the brave person and all...but what i know is that it was sheer luck.
   
 Similarly, I remember when my sister told her friend ran out and got help from the neighbours when the dacoits were at her house...being inly a child...she could've been shot ...but she didn't.
So is the story of the person who escaped with his bike when the dakoits had a pistol on his forehead....it was all luck that when he was playing smart , the opponent wasn't.
   
it is always luck...that makes you either a"THE HERO" or "A POOR SOUL"....
Its not very easy to make a right move when you are under pressure , scared and panicking  and yet if you are able to make the right move....I believe its fate...you were meant to survive it or maybe the prayers were answered.
But that does not make it very interesting,,, giving all credit to fate...nothing fancy about that...so we need a hero...so we will always have one....and we'll praise him.The hero always knows he was lucky but will still enjoy that little appreciation he gets..it'll be like that...