The gora remembered their last encounter and had chosen to pay no attention to ustad mangu's barrel chested stance. he was determined to teach the man another lesson for insolence. he took a couple of steps towards him his swagger stick brushing past the Indian's thigh.
Ustad mangu looked down on the short-statured soldier with great contempt. then he raised his arm and hit him heavily on the chin he followed this with a merciless beating of the Englishman the gora couldn't believe it was actually happening.he tried to ward off the descending blows, but without much luck. he could see that his assailant was in a rage bordering on madness. In desperation, he began to about to shout for help.This seemed to enrage ustad mangu even more and the blows got harder. he was screaming with fury: the same old cockiness even on 1 April! son it is we who are the Raj now.
A crowd had gathered. two policemen appeared from somewhere and with great difficulty managed to rescue the hapless Englishman it was quite a sight, there stood ustad mangu with one policeman to his left and one to his right,his broad chest thrown out in defiance.he was foaming at the mouth,
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