บท 5: 5. Diary Entry

Today I acted foolishly before the publisher. Here in the diary I planned in an earlier entry how to behave before him and extract whatever knowledge I want without taking the aid of violence. But I find myself incapable before my anger. Who can not control her anger she can not achieve anything. Our goddess – my mother, is the angriest lady; yet when the situation demands she gets subtle. She handles it delicately curbing her anger, allowing her cleverness and cunningness to take over her. I am a fool enough to think that I can compete with her – challenge her. She is cunning and I am an imbecile – an angry imbecile. If I keep continue getting angry then I will ruin our mission. I think now if Papa and others were not there what would have happened? May be I would have killed the publisher. Thanks to Papa.