Uncle Kartar Singh fought with everyone. And no, he is not a character out of fiction.
He was our neighbor, and as a five-year-old I remember how his kids could never go out and play on the street with other children their age, because their father had had words (and blows) with almost every male in the neighborhood.
I have a beautiful pale orange Betta fish which reminds me of Uncle Kartar Singh. He hated all the algae-eaters when he was put in my 4-ft aquarium, and wasn’t shy about expressing himself.
And now the quarrelsome fish, all of 2 inches, has a home of his own, a tiny 1ft aquarium, to himself.
He moped throughout yesterday when I put him in, finding no one to pick a quarrel with.
But today, he is busy fighting with another orange Betta fish. He flares and flashes, feints, rushes up and down, threatens and head-butts the glass wall.
Of course Kartar Singh’s enemy copies him, because I have put a mirror right outside his aquarium.