Anger is the gate to hell, rightly proclaims the Bhagavad Gita. It’s funny how different people react when angry.
My uncle used to give me and my brothers an instant slap on the neck. Ooff. Scary. Another relative will take the mirror and strike against his own head when furious with his wife. There was this colleague who would run up and down when angry. Another one would scream at the drop of a hat and immediately run for a cup of water.
My sister would stare frighteningly at me for three continuous minutes and I would look everywhere else except at her.
My wife had a great technique when angry: Stand still and quiet. I
will first start arguing and she will remain silent. I will start
shouting: Quiet. Then I will start screaming. Answer: Silence. I will
bang my head against the wall. She would quietly say sorry. And
pusssss…matter ends with a hug.
There’s this guy who tried laughing therapy and would smile everytime
he got angry. Slowly but steadily, the smile would turn into wrath
and all hell would break loose.
The price of anger?
Mere desperation, loss of wonderful friends (as has happened to me
many times) and above all, peace.