It happened in less than a minute... Took around 50 seconds... A group of four men, masked and armed swarmed in from nowhere and pounded onto him like a pack of wolves. He was out from his car, talking over the cell phone dressed in grey black double breasted Armani suit and Ray Ban wrap around glasses easily making him the object of contention; He was taken by surprise and thrashed to the ground with a severe blow behind his head. The masked hooligans hemmed in and pursued their brutal acts of besetment like the wolves strangulating their target to impede any further possibility of offense and escape.. Lying in a pool of blood he was screaming out loud with his mouth dribbling down saliva and teeth as the hooligans went on with their mean ways in broad daylight. The sunlight streaming through the fractured Ray Ban glasses into his pleading eyes begging for mercy. The crowd which have the 'starers' and 'bygoners' pause and devote the less than a minute of their valuable time, heeding to the morality hardwired into their brains, to witness the brutality sober faced and stone hearted. An act no less inhumane than merely be a spectator with such supine and selfish helplessness.. A collective effort could have definitely altered his fate but such acts of rescue rests on the broad shoulders of the super-heroes who are more known to use their extraordinary gifts in the celluloid and fantasies of the ordinary souls than prance around in the subdued reality..
The bullies have accomplished their tasks, an incompetent and insidious way of earning bread and wine and he lay unconscious gasping for breath with broken ribs, relieved of his wallet, ornaments, car and a glittering engagement ring which is yet to mark an impression on his skin...

A straw stemming out of the stodgy cavalcade of the portentous mental faculty... consequence of an unusual afternoon nap...