One wierd story

This will sound weird but its true......
Right now I am writing this piece all stitched up i.e. my face contains some foreign black thread which is NOT a pretty girls solitary hair finding its refuse on the curves between my maxilla and mandible but literally a black thread sutured into my jaw and the worst part is that I had to pay for it!
yesterday I finished my game of soccer , a somewhat intense one as the selection for inter dc tourney is going on. I was one of the last one to leave the ground after my customary rounds around it. As I walked out of the gate waving cheerily to the security guard, I saw a lone girl standing with 4 guys surrounding her a few meters off the road. Now I should have guessed nothing 'cause as it is , we work in a highly secure area. But I felt something, was it because the girl seemed pretty? or did she look as if in trouble. I cant keep my fingers on the exact thing that put me on to it but I felt something was out of place here outside my work place
( Now as I think back, a beautiful girl around my workplace is surely out of place )
Any way I went towards them being as casual as I can be, as if watching 4 guys and a girl and all of them collectively in trouble is a typical scene on this deserted road. The lot didn’t look inviting but the girl certainly didn’t run and hid behind me. That put me at ease, ok, no trouble here or else if the girl had found a hero , I mite have had to face 4 villains and that certainly is a tough job if u r not a kith or a kin of anybody remotely connected to deol family. Now what I perceived to be a safe distance i.e. an arms length of a distance, I asked “Excuse me, is there any problem?"
I have done some pretty dumb things in life, but before you say anything, I agree, this beats them all. Suddenly as if by the use of some ancestral black art, the till then "safe" distance between me and the closest guy shrunk. POP! I see his hands come out withholding something large and POW! I feel it on my jaw. I was surprised, I mean, c'mon he could have given me a good enough answer like " Oh! its nothing, good Sir, we are having some private conversation" and I would have left it at that or he could have given me an answer like "its none of your business" and then let me have it or he could have answered like "take this , u nosy b******" and then busted my jaw. He could even have used his body language and given me a sullen stare and I would have, like any other gentle( there are times ladies!)man, understood and turned my back on the whole affair. How can anyone answer a perfectly harmless question by putting your perfectly good jaw line out of shape?

I hope you are getting the extent to which I was surprised, it's like you take a tentative step forward in the dark hoping to find the ground and are suddenly airborne or like you believe that your seat is right beneath your behind and suddenly find yourself falling down towards earth. The worst part is, all of the above happen in slow mo. There comes out a hand and there you hear a crunching noise somewhere perilously close all in slow mo. Of course the hand is fast and its you who are slow but still wont it be good if all of it happened in a flash unlike too close to one of your dreams where you try to run and are rooted to same spot?
OK, let me continue, as I told you I was surprised, too surprised to see that they were running now except the girl. Surprise is always a good thing when somebody else is having it. It was great that I didn’t see them run or I would have been a bit more surprised and that would have been too much of a good thing . First the scoundrels hit me with god knows what and then run away? This is not happening. And then suddenly I guessed it , as I was clutching my face , that it was only me and her! Villains were now gone, afraid of drawing the first blood, fearing that hero's wrath would fall upon them. All this just when I , uh I mean the hero was beginning to get his famous temper on. Fate had cast me as a hero . Heroine was standing right there, I had to walk and she would be in my arms. One grateful kiss? Is it too much to expect first up? All right, I will just hold her and may be later exchange numbers after having a coffee. Now that sounds plausible, doesn’t it? There was no one on the street, no one to bother us at that point of time. Everything was just right.
Yes, this is it.
As I took each step , I felt the presence of some white light and a strange peace. with each step the light grew stronger and the silence more discerning. As I neared her I felt the light cross its threshold and engulf me and the silence get to the point where nothing else could be heard. Yes, this is what is called love at first sight.
The next step was into light and silence, the heavenly combination.

Somebody said " Call the ambulance".
Don't know for how much time had I been lying on the roadside. As if in a dream I saw the ambulance coming up and me reaching the hospital. When I fully gained consciousness ladies and gentlemen, The doctor had thrust a mirror onto my face, expecting me to get all gleeful and appreciate what a fine job of a crisscross tailoring he had just done.
I was feeling a bit woozy when I asked "doctor, will the scar remain?" He answered a knowing yes. Then I asked "doctor would I be able to play in next weeks tourney " and I felt a lot more woozy when he answered an emphatic 'NO' and then...........
they charged me 1200 bucks.
I passed out again.

When I was back from wonderland they charged me 1500 bucks.
Don’t you ask me what happened to the girl nor that was it a theft with that pretty girl into it from head to toe.And yes if somebody asks you about what happened to "Abhi". Tell them what I am going to tell them all, that some idiot in an overzealous effort to get the ball out of my reach banged his 5' some" head into a 5'10" jaw. Abhi was taken to the hospital and he is currently recuperating with 12 stitches lining his jaw.

Moral of the story: Yes, as with all the good stories, there is a moral in here as well and it is
“an arm's length is certainly not a good enough distance from which to save a damsel in distress, be a lot farther and ready to run."