A Pound of Flesh

Am I ready to blog about this week’s theme, ‘A Pound of Flesh’!

       Well, I am not very confident, but here goes! I googled what a pound of flesh is. I also browsed through some of the posts of our group.
      I have been thinking of an anecdote to write about or post one of my thousands of photographs, some of which would qualify for this week’s theme.

I wanted to understand what a pound of flesh stood for, and picked up a few of the meanings:
_ A payment or punishment that involves suffering and sacrifice on the part of the person being punished.
_ A pound of flesh is a figurative way of referring to a harsh demand or spiteful penalty — the consequences of defaulting on a desperate bargain.
_ If someone demands their pound of flesh, they make someone give them something that they owe them, although they do not need it and it will cause problems for the other person.

And as I was thinking hard about these three, I recollected an incident based on the third quote.

I thought of something which was very sad and marked one of the toughest moments of my life. 
I had a junior colleague working with me who, unfortunately, was nasty to the students. He was very rude and I had even advised him about how he must be careful in dealing with situations because everyday is not our day, whatever be our status or position. The students were getting sick of him. When something untoward happened in the campus, they took it upon them to bash him up, took their pound of flesh and landed him in the hospital injured grievously.

The moral of the story, never stretch your limits. Someday you may be consumed in them.