Something...Something!
Some people come from lineages famous for some kind of achievements.
This old man comes from a lineage famous for altercations and aggression.
One of his forefathers HAD to fight with someone / anyone - every single day.
People started avoiding him - so as not to spoil a fine day of their lifespan.
But the old man was very innovative and always found a victim everyday.
On one particular day he could find anyone to fight with.
He brought out the pot of thick curds from his kitchen.
He spread out a mat on the road in front of his house
and poured down the curd on the mat in the hot midday.
One of the passerby asked him,"Why are drying curds on a mat in the sun?"
Hell was let loose and so also the torrent of words from the old man!
"It is my curd. This is my mat. I will do whatever I want to do!
I don't need your permission. Mind your business *&%$#@*..."
Finding a victim to fight with is not so easy anymore.
So the old man fights with imaginary enemies in his dreams.
He curses, hits out, kicks and spends the nights in distress.
MAN needs something to keep him active and alive.
BUT this shadow fighting is not one of those somethings!
